I know that documenting my life as a Death Eater would not be wise. Not when there are so many fights going on under the covers that the Daily Prophet refuses to comment on. But I must confess that I don't believe that there will be much end to the war that continues to brew. Members of the Light and Dark and being wiped out and taken from their homes. In equal measure, when I think we have an upper hand, something foils our plans.
I am to be given my Dark Mark at some point within this month.
There is much to do I'm afraid. Certain tasks that the Dark Lord requires of me. I believe he thinks that I am useful only because of my name, Black. Father is going in and out of the house on most nights. I am still a Hogwarts student but the Dark Lord does not mind. He's very charismatic, his eloquent phrases are charming.
I find myself succumbing to his way with words easily and then, when he is gone, it's like I'm plunged back into the world of reality. It's becoming more dangerous now. I can see that there are less people willing to walk the streets of Diagon Alley in fear of being taken away or cursed immediately. I do not have such fears, instead I quietly question when it will all be over.
When the purebloods will finally reign control in the traditional way. He's right. The Dark Lord. His words make sense but he needs a better platform to speak. I can't articulate the way he does; but I can provide him the pedestal to do so.
Mother seems happy that I am joining the ranks of the Death Eaters. I suspect that cousin Bellatrix has a hand to play to that. She was always favoured out of the Black sisters.
Enclosed, I will provide a small clipping I took from Mother's order of the Daily Prophet. There are new numbers, new attacks. It's only the start of the summer and I can't wait to get my Mark. To wear it secretly under my school robes when I return to Hogwarts. I imagine it will feel like finally being included in something. Without Sirius around, I can bring that part of my life back.
R.A.B.
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Draco had not even spent a full week at the Manor before he was called by his parents down into the tea room. Draco's most dreaded room and conveniently, his mothers favourite. He huffed, muttering about the rest of the summer holidays being called on a whim by his parents. Walking with an elegant grace, but also the appeal of someone who really just wanted to stomp his way inside, Draco entered the tea room.
He furrowed his brows when he saw his father sitting on the other side of the table, entertaining tea with his mother. Usually Lucius Malfoy was with Draco when trying to get away from Narcissa's insistent tea-time. He didn't think about his father's presence too much when he walked into the room and settled in one of the many chairs.
He was close enough to his parents but also a little bit always so that he could show he was an independent, fifteen year-old man. Very big emphasis on the 'man' part. "Mother, Father," he greeted, pouring himself a cup of earl grey tea. He also put in his sugar and milk, whilst waiting for one of them to talk.
Usually this was the time his mother berated some sort of etiquette technique that he somehow managed to muck up. Or his father would speak up, everyone knew the man liked to call attention to himself no matter the party. So it was very strange when neither of them decided to say anything when their son greeted them in his normal manner.
"Mother? Father?" he asked, bringing the tea up to his lips and watching intently as they both looked at each other.
"Draco," he father decided to speak first. Well good. Draco was a very impatient person and they were acting incredibly weird. "We've been talking, your mother and I..." Draco nodded slowly, squinting his eyes at the two of them.
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The Journal of Regulus Arcturus Black
FanfictionDraco didn't want to leave his home and denounce the Malfoy family name. But with the threat of the Dark Lord's rise at the end of Fourth Year, he had no choice in the matter. With the help of his mother and father, Draco takes on the name of his go...