Dark Side

New Purpose

Draco

I go to the hallway I found whenever I can. My parents were almost always gone doing something or other for Voldemort, or just didn't notice me or give a fuck where I was. I spend hours in the library, reading up on all the curses, hexes, and jinxes I can, and practicing them in the dueling room. I'm getting really good, my arsenal has expanded significantly. I practice new spells until I can cast them non-verbally, without even thinking. I spend countless hours in this room, I charmed some of the dummies to randomly move around the room, faster and faster, and work at it until I can hit them all without breaking a sweat.

There is a Death Eater meeting tonight, so I leave the library, in case anyone is looking for me before the meeting. I walk to my room, and look at the ornate clock on the wall. I still have half an hour before the meeting, and no one comes early, so no one will come looking for me until then. I throw my wand on my bed, kneeling down in front of my bedside table.

I push it aside, revealing a hole in one of the dark oak floorboards. I pull up on the board with my index finger, and it pops out, revealing a secret stash I had made when I was thirteen. Then, I used it for mostly hiding sweets, or interesting spellbooks I had found. When I was fifteen, the summer after fourth year, I hid some firewhiskey I had stolen from a cellar. That stash had lasted me the whole summer, but the summer after fifth year, when I was sixteen, the year I got my mission from Voldemort to kill Dumbledore, the various bottles were switched out every few days.

The bottle there now is a clear liquid, a muggle drink someone had showed me in Slytherin, one I had become quite fond of. I pick it up out of the dusty compartment, and sit back on my bed, looking around at the room. The whole place was dark; almost black floorboards, black bedposts, black nightstand, black and silver wardrobe, black sheets, and a cold fireplace in front of a dark green carpet. I look down at myself, and see that I match. I'm wearing casual black dress pants, and a tight black cotton t-shirt I use for working out and training.

I pop the top off the vodka I'm holding without looking at it, and take a swig straight out of the bottle. I set the bottle down on my nightstand, and walk over to the wardrobe. I can't show up to the meeting in this, so I pull out a dark green collared shirt, and my favourite black blazer. Having a rich family, even though they're completely horrible people, does have its perks.

I throw the clothes on my bed, pulling off my shirt and adding it to the pile. I walk back to the nightstand, taking another swig of alcohol. I walk over to the full length mirror, as ornately showy as everything else in the house, nauseatingly over-done. I stand there for a moment, just watching my reflection in the mirror. My pale hair and skin contrast with my dark surroundings, that impossibly blonde hair, people have asked me many times if I dye it. I do not.

I'm thin, but not skinny, I have lean muscle, I do work out quite a bit, to pass the time. I sigh, turning away from the mirror to put on my nicer shirt. I take one last drink of the vodka, then flick my wand and hide it away under the floorboard again. I tuck my wand into the inside pocket of my jacket, and exit my room, walking the quiet halls to the drawing room.

People filter in slowly, taking their seats at the table. Some chitchat quietly, waiting for Voldemort to arrive. I'm seated at the side of the table, the closest one to where Voldemort sits, at the end of the table. People's quiet conversations die out as the time gets closer and closer to when the meeting is set to start. He may be the greatest dark wizard of our time, but he is always punctual. A sharp crack rings throughout the room, proving me correct.

"The Order of the Phoenix. They are the leaders of those standing against us. They are weak, we need to confuse them, without any information, they are nothing. We will stay as low-profile as possible. Operate in the dark, don't do something if you can Imperius someone to do it for you. We will infiltrate every corner, cut the Order of the Phoenix off completely. Once we have control of everything, we will cut off those who stand against us completely. The final battle will be over Hogwarts." He starts, not waiting a second before he appears, sitting down at the end of the table.