The Prince of Darkness (A Harry Potter Fanfic)

Chapter 7

 Disclaimer- None of the characters belong to me, only the plot. 

At Malfoy Manor

Voldemort sat in the dimly lit chamber, his cold, serpentine gaze fixed on the shadows.

"Wormtail?" he hissed softly.

"Y-y-yes, My Lord," Wormtail stuttered, hurrying away to fetch Narcissa Malfoy.

Minutes later, Narcissa entered, her demeanor cautious. She closed the door behind her and took a seat across from Voldemort.

"You must be wondering why I've called you," Voldemort began, his voice smooth and sinister.

Narcissa's light blue eyes were filled with a mix of fear and curiosity. She remained silent.

"I need your son, Draco, to befriend Harry Potter," Voldemort continued.

Narcissa's eyes widened slightly. "Yes, My Lord. But may I ask why?"

"Harry Potter is changing. He is not the same as he once was."

Narcissa stayed silent, her gaze locked on Voldemort.

"His mind is growing darker, more malevolent. He could become a powerful asset—a fine Death Eater."

"But what does my son have to do with this?" Narcissa asked, her voice trembling.

"If Draco befriends Harry, he might convince him to join our ranks."

"And if Draco fails?" Narcissa asked nervously.

"He won't," Voldemort said with conviction. "I can sense it."

Narcissa shifted uneasily. "I will send Draco a letter and instruct him."

"Very well. You are dismissed, Narcissa."

In The Hogwarts Library

Harry sat at a table in the library, his head resting in his hands as he struggled with his Transfiguration essay. The sound of footsteps approached, and Draco Malfoy slid into the seat opposite him.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked, irritated.

"Calm down, Potter. I just want to talk."

Harry put down his quill, eyeing Draco warily. "Fine, what is it?"

"I've been thinking," Draco began, "and I want to apologize."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "Excuse me?"

"Yes, I'm sorry," Draco repeated, a touch of annoyance in his tone.

"Okay... and?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued.

"I want to discuss the Dark Lord."

"What does Voldemort want now?" Harry asked, his voice tinged with skepticism.

"He wants you as a Death Eater."

Harry recoiled, nearly toppling his chair. "He wants me as a Death Eater? How pathetic," he said, laughing.

"What's so funny?" Draco asked, puzzled.

"Well, Malfoy, Voldemort killed my parents, tortured countless people, and is a mass murderer. With all that, I will NEVER be a Death Eater."

"You might want to reconsider, Potter."

"Oh yeah? And why is that?"

"Think about it. You could gain power and exact revenge on those who've made your life miserable."

Harry's laughter died away. The thought of revenge was enticing.

"I'll think about it," Harry said, his tone serious.

"Good. Just let me know when you've made up your mind."