Potters story

Voldy

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the Hogwarts grounds, a sense of foreboding settled over the castle. The air crackled with tension as students and faculty alike braced themselves for the inevitable confrontation that loomed on the horizon.

In the depths of the Slytherin common room, Draco, Harry, and Snape exchanged tense glances, their minds racing with apprehension as they awaited the arrival of their unexpected guests. The arrival of Lucius Malfoy and his cohorts, their dark marks burning ominously on their forearms, signaled the beginning of a fateful encounter that would change the course of their lives forever.

The atmosphere in the common room was thick with tension as Lucius Malfoy addressed the gathered Slytherins, his voice laced with authority. "It is time," he declared, his eyes piercing as he fixed his gaze on Draco and Harry. "Voldemort awaits."

Draco's heart pounded in his chest as he exchanged a nervous glance with Harry, their apprehension palpable in the air. Snape stood by their side, his expression unreadable as he prepared to accompany them on their journey into the heart of darkness.

As they made their way through the darkened corridors of Hogwarts, a sense of unease settled over them like a heavy shroud. The castle seemed to echo with the weight of their footsteps, each step a reminder of the perilous path they had chosen to walk.

But as they emerged into the moonlit courtyard, their hearts heavy with trepidation, they were met with a scene of chaos and confusion. Spells flew through the air as wizards and witches clashed in a desperate bid to defend Hogwarts against the perceived threat.

Draco's heart sank as he realized the extent of the deception that had been perpetrated against them. The so-called "good side" believed them to be attacking Hogwarts, when in reality, they were simply answering the call of their master.

With a heavy heart, Draco, Harry, and Snape fought their way through the chaos, their minds focused on the task that lay ahead. As they reached the outskirts of the castle, they were met by Lucius Malfoy and his cohorts, their faces twisted with anticipation.

With a sense of resignation, Draco and Harry followed Lucius Malfoy into the darkness, their footsteps echoing against the cold stone walls as they made their way to their fateful meeting with Voldemort.

As they entered the darkened chamber, Draco's heart pounded in his chest as he faced the figure of their master, his presence suffocating in its intensity. Voldemort's eyes gleamed with a malevolent light as he fixed his gaze on Draco and Harry, his voice a chilling whisper in the darkness.

"Welcome, my loyal servants," he hissed, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Tonight, we shall begin the next phase of our conquest."

And as the dark lord's words hung heavy in the air, Draco and Harry braced themselves for the battle that lay ahead, their fate inexorably intertwined with the forces of darkness.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere in the grand dining hall took on a surreal quality. The Death Eaters, usually known for their dark and menacing presence, now seemed to be transformed into a group of jovial and playful individuals, their laughter filling the air with an unexpected sense of warmth and camaraderie.

Draco and Harry found themselves drawn into the festive atmosphere, their initial apprehension giving way to a sense of curiosity as they observed the interactions unfolding around them. The Death Eaters, it seemed, were eager to embrace their newfound companions as one of their own.

As the night progressed, Draco and Harry found themselves at the center of attention, their fellow Death Eaters vying for the chance to spend time with them. With each passing moment, the tension that had once hung heavy in the air dissipated, replaced by an air of excitement and anticipation.

Among the Death Eaters, there was a sense of camaraderie and unity that was both unexpected and comforting. Draco and Harry found themselves drawn into the fold, their fears and doubts melting away in the warmth of their newfound companionship.

But as the evening drew to a close, Draco and Harry found themselves faced with an unexpected proposition. The Death Eaters, it seemed, were eager to take turns playing with little Harry, their eyes alight with excitement as they awaited his response.

Draco's heart clenched at the sight of Harry's vulnerable expression, his instincts kicking in as he moved to protect the boy from any potential harm. "I'm sorry, but Harry's had a long day," Draco interjected, his voice firm but polite. "Perhaps another time."

The Death Eaters murmured their disappointment, but ultimately acquiesced to Draco's request, their expressions tinged with understanding. As the night came to an end, Draco and Harry bid farewell to their newfound companions, a sense of relief washing over them as they made their way back to their chambers.

But as they settled into bed, Draco couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. The events of the evening had left him with a sense of disquiet, a nagging doubt that gnawed at the back of his mind.

As he lay awake in the darkness, Draco couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. The path they had chosen was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but he knew that as long as they stood together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and determination.

And as he glanced over at Harry, his heart swelled with a fierce sense of protectiveness. No matter what trials awaited them, Draco vowed to do whatever it took to keep Harry safe, for he knew that their bond was stronger than any darkness that threatened to engulf them.