"Would you kill for love?" He sneered coldly.
"Love has destroyed me into the woman who stands before you. Broken, tethered, and utterly infatuated with a man who suffers the same fate as I." She said with a sorrowful chuckle.
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The story of a naiv...
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1998
The crisp night air filled Draco's nostrils and the breeze tickled his face. With every step through the woods, he came closer to Hogwarts. He walked along the path with his parents and Theodore Nott. All members of the high council were hidden behind the Dark Lord's mask, Draco included. Through the holes of the Death Eater's mask, he watched Bellatrix skip towards the cliff, the once snake woman, Nagini followed close. The Dark Lord informed everyone he would join them all at the foot of the grounds.
Draco felt his mother slide her hand with his and she gave him a squeeze as they got closer to the cliff. Draco kept his head high and peered down at the Black Lake. He noticed the large oak tree that stood at the foot of the lake, so many interesting memories lie at one tree. The lights of the school began to dim, and Draco knew that tonight there would be bloodshed.
"All of you! Shut up!" Bellatrix roared.
Draco took his position next to his aunt and waited for the Dark Lord to appear and announce his orders. He was glad no one could see the terrified look on his face behind the mask. The armor of his uniform was beginning to feel heavier as the night went on. If Potter were smart, he would show his face and get what was coming to him.
Draco wondered if Granger would be the one that got kidnapped and used as bait. He secretly hoped it would be Weaselbee so he did not have to step in. Draco fixed his cufflinks until he heard a crack and Lord Voldemort appeared before him with a sinister smile.
"Draco... tonight is the night we conquer. As reward for fighting for me, I grant you the position of my right-hand man. When the war is concluded you will be my successor. How does that sound, my boy?" Voldemort said proudly.
Draco could barely take a breath before nodding his head. He had no choice but to accept Voldemort's proposal. Draco was the one who killed the only wizard Voldemort feared most, Albus Dumbledore. Draco had only killed one man in his life, and he feared he would be spilling more blood as his years progressed. If that was the case, he hoped his years were numbered.
Voldemort peered around at the members of his army and smiled. He held his hand to his chest and began to clap slowly, his soldiers copied. "My friends! It has been brought to my attention that Potter's bait has been secured! TONIGHT, WE STAND FOR THE WIZARDING WORLD!"
Draco shifted in his stance and waited impatiently to hear which one of the Potter's friends had been captured. Draco had every intention of saving Granger from the torture of Lord Voldemort, whisking her away to safety, until he saw something that would change him forever.
"STEP FORWARD WITH THE PREY, MY DEAR!" Voldemort exclaimed.
Within the crowd of Death Eaters, snatchers, soldiers, and mythical creatures, out came a woman. A woman with hair white as snow and that touched below her chest. The woman strode forward in a long, black laced dress. Her eyes big and brown, lips as red as blood. A smirk plastered across her face. Draco slowly removed his Death Eater's mask to see if his eye's deceived him, and they did not. The woman who was walking through the crowd was Astoria, and on her hand was the neck of Hermione Granger.
