Addiction (D.M)

Chapter 9

Draco

"You will find the sister to the vanishing cabinet and you will mend her. Do so that when the time comes, my people will find passage from Borgin and Burkes to Hogwarts. There, you will lead them to the astronomy tower, and you will kill Dumbledore," The Dark Lord hisses at me as i stand before him, alone, in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor.

"Yes, my Lord."

"Now Draco, do sound more enthusiastic about this. You are going to be able to complete the tasks which i have given you, yes? You should not like the consequences of not following through." I swallow, unsure of how to respond.

I manage a measly reply, barely convincing even myself, "of course my Lord. It will be done."

"I do want to express the gravity of your situation, my dear boy. If you do not succeed in this, i will kill you, and i will kill your mother. See to it that nothing gets in the way." His wand traces the lining of my jaw as he says this, the threat being obvious. If i do not respond in the way he wants, or at all, i am going to die. Right here, right now.

"I will do your bidding my Lord, and be glad of it. When the time c-comes, i will kill the Headmaster." I swallow again and continue, trying my very best to control the shaking of my hands so that he cannot see, "And i will be glad that our world will be rid of him, and the filthy blood-traitor Potter." I try my best to sound as convincing as possible, lacing my words with as much malice and disgust as i can muster.

He gives me a sickly smile and pulls back his wand, stepping back away from me, as if to assess my body language to see if i am lying to him. I rarely thank my father for anything, but in this moment, i am thankful he raised me to mask my emotions. It is the only way that i am able to stand before Voldemort in this moment and appear as if i am truly one of his followers.

I may have had the Dark Mark forced upon me, but i will never be one of his followers. Not by heart. But i will do whatever i have to do to survive and protect my mother.

"Very well, Draco, you are dismissed for now. See to it there are no distractions from your duties while away at that school. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you mother, would we?" He delivers his threat with a smile that makes my stomach curl.

"No, of course not, my Lord. It will be done."

I walk away, but can't seem to shake off the feeling of his eyes on the back of my head as i exit the drawing room.

Once i close the door behind myself, i begins to pace quicker and quicker each step, hoping i don't run into anyone on my way upstairs to my room.

I manage to make my way to my room undetected and the second i close my door and lock it, i am spewing sick all other the floor in front of me. Thankfully my room has a permanent silencing charm on it, otherwise i'm sure someone would have heard me and came running.

I can only imagine what would be done to me — and my mum — had someone found me throwing up after a conversation with the Dark Lord. I would be called weak, and unwilling to fulfill the Dark Lords wishes, and who knows what else.

I do away with the sick by the wave of my wand once i'm finished, and immediately stalk to my bathroom to brush my teeth. Once i have done so, i just stand there. I can't seem to move my body, standing in front of my bathroom mirror. I don't want to look at myself, and see the man who just agreed to murder another person. I don't want to accept that I will eventually become a murderer.