Stars in the Darkness | A Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

Chapter One - Draco

"Draco, please come downstairs," my mom says and I turn around to find her standing in my doorway. Her sapphire blue eyes glistening with the threat of tears and her fair skin is even paler than normal as if she's sick. If it wasn't for her long, blonde hair being perfectly brushed, I would have thought she was, but no, this must just be bad news.

"Mom, what's wrong? Is it Dad? Did he get out of Azkaban?" I question. She shakes her head sadly, almost as if she wishes that were the case. If she would rather my abusive father be out of Azkaban instead of whatever's happening then this is bad news.

"What is it?" I ask. "H-he wants to see you," she says. I'm not looking in a mirror, but I know my face pales as all the blood drains from it. Lord Voldemort wants to see me, which isn't good.

"Okay," is all I say as I follow my mom out of my bedroom and downstairs into the drawing room. The drawing room is a widely proportioned room with ceilings 30 feet high, two chandeliers, a pipe organ at one end, and a long ornate table where there are many chairs but only two people are seated.

Seated near the head of the table is my aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange. Now that I've met her in person, I can see the family resemblance between my mother and her sister. Aunt Bellatrix is tall with lily-white skin and a strong jaw. She has long, thick and shiny onyx black hair which is very different from my mother's and her eyes are heavily-lidded and ebony in colour.

Once my gaze has left Bellatrix's I spot the person at the head of the table. I've never seen him before, but I know who he is because he's sitting where my father used to sit during family meals. A person who is cruel in nature and believes themself to be better than everyone else. He has a chalk-white face that resembles a skull with snake-like slits for nostrils. He has no hair and dark scarlet eyes with cat-like slits for pupils. There's no denying that this is the infamous Lord Voldemort.

He stands and motions for me to step closer. "Ah, Draco we meet at last. Please, come closer, dear boy," Voldemort says. I suppress a shiver at his cold voice, but I move forwards until I'm close to him.

He steps away from the table and looks directly at me, reaching out with his long hand. The Dark Lord's long fingernails dig into my skin as he turns my head this way and that as he examines my face. "You do look very much like your father. I do believe he was only a year older than you when he joined my ranks," he says.

Lord Voldemort steps away from me and returns to his seat at the head of the table. 'Sit, sit," he commands my mother and I, as if this is his own house. Lord Voldemort motions to the two chairs left vacant, one next to him directly across from my aunt and one next to that. My mother moves at once to take the spot next to him, but he says easily, "No, no, Narcissa, I wish Draco to sit next to me."

I take the spot next to Voldemort, trying to put on a brave face as I wonder what he could possibly want with me. "Now, Draco, do you know why I called you down here?" he asks. I'm about to shake my head, but decide The Dark Lord would rather a verbal response. "No, my Lord," I say, adding the 'my Lord' to make him think I respect him like my father does.

"I mentioned your father before, and well, I find myself short many followers since they so foolishly got themselves caught at the Ministry and are now imprisoned in Azkaban. I could easily break them out, of course, but then how will they ever learn from their idiotic mistakes," Lord Voldemort says. "Now, how do you come into this, you're probably wondering. Well, like I said, your father was just a year older than you when he joined my ranks and I hear you are quite cunning, which is no surprise since you are in Slytherin, like all of us. I also know that Slytherins are ambitious which is very crucial in what I want from you."

Voldemort pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in and I start to ponder what he could possibly want from me. "Your aunt, Bella, tells me that you are top of your class," he continues. I nod my head in answer, even though I know Aunt Bellatrix lied to him. It would only make our family look bad in The Dark Lord's eyes if he found out a muggle-born beat me out for top of the class.