Lexi Layyer my only weakness*hp fanfic*

Lexi Layyer*hp fanfic*

Oh just saying with the front cover you have to click on it to see it properly

The beginning of the end of my life has started, and I've only just passed my sixteenth birthday.

And I'm fucking terrified.

I know what you're thinking. "What?..Draco Malfoy - scared?"

I know, I never thought I'd see the day, either. Look at me, I'm Draco bloody Malfoy.

Nothing intimidates me. I'm the best of the best. I'm the star of the Slytherin Quidditch team, I'm ridiculously handsome, I'm spoiled by my parents, and I can get whichever girl I want. Girls want me, guys want to be me.

But not now. Not if they knew. Not anymore.

I came home from the end of fifth year to the Manor being filled with Death Eaters. That was when I began to realize things weren't ever going to be the same again.

Mother had said in some of her letters that our house was quickly becoming the "Headquarters", if you will, for the Dark Lord himself, but somehow it didn't quite sink in. Not until I got home.

It's fucking weird having people intruding about your home - not to mention when they're Death Eaters. And then, there's Dark Lord himself.

For a while it was all right. I even convinced myself it was fun. I got to witness meetings first-hand. I've wanted to be a Death Eater for as long as I can remember so it should have been a dream come true.

But Vol - the Dark Lord - he's.. there's something about him. It's so eerie. You feel, like, permanently unsettled when he's around, like he could attack you at any moment, just for putting one foot out of line.

And he kept staring at me. At first I thought it was just a coincedence, or something, and shrugged it off.

But his stares are so penetrating, and it's not something you can easily forget, or ignore. When he looked at me it sent shivers down my bloody spine because it's like he's looking straight through your physical appearance and right into your soul.

I knew almost immediately something was coming. This was not right. He was looking at me curiously like that for a reason.

I just had no idea how big a reason it would be.

But a couple of days ago, Lord Voldemort himself made an announcement for all to hear - he had a proposition for one of the newest members among us; a task, to prove loyalty or some shit like that.

He wanted to use me. Me. It was ME that had to "prove myself".

And my task was to do nothing but to murder the Hogwarts Headmaster.

Kill Dumbledore.

Kill Dumbledore, or have my whole family - including myself - killed instead.

Ha.

I can't even get my head around it. It's so.. it's..

My mother burst into tears when she heard the announcement. She grabbed at my father's arm as the others around us broke into murmurs; "Lucius, please... do something..."

I can't remember what I did when I heard, but I didn't cry. Ha, let's face it, I'm Draco Malfoy, I don't cry how hard it gets. Besides, I was too shocked to cry. All I know is that I think my mouth may have dropped open and it was like the earth had slowed to a standstill and everything momentarily changed to black and white. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

I tried to play it cool. I knew what the Dark Lord was waiting for was the same reaction of my mother from me, but that would be giving in. I'm only sixteen, but that doesn't mean I don't have any pride.