What is right and what is easy (Book 1) [A Draco Malfoy Love Story]

The death eaters

Voldemort looked away from Harry, and began examining his own body, his hands were like large, pale spiders; his long white fingers caressed his own chest, his arms, his face.

"My lord..."Wormtail choked "My lord... You promised... You did promise..."

"Hold out your arm" said Voldemort lazily.

"Oh master... Thank You master..."

He extended his bleeding stump, but Voldemort laughed.

"The other arm, Wormtail"

"Master please... Please"

Voldemort bent down, and pulled out Wormtail's left arm; he forced the sleeve of Wormtail's robes up past his elbow, and I saw something upon the skin there, something like a vivid red tattoo - a skull, with a snake protruding from it's mouth - the same Image that appeared in the sky at the Quidditch World Cup: the dark mark. Voldemort examined it carefully, ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable weeping.

"It is back" said Voldemort softly "They will have noticed it... And now, we shall see... Now we shall know..."

He pressed his long white forefinger to the brand on Wormtail's arm. Voldemort still hadn't acknowledged me lay here, softly sobbing on the floor.

"How many will be brave enough to return when they feel it?" Voldemort whispered, his gleaming red eyes fixed upon the stars "and how many will be foolish enough to stay away?"

He began to pace up and down, eyes sweeping the graveyard all the while. After a minute or so, he looked down at Harry, a cruel smile twisting his snake-like face.

"You stand, Harry Potter, upon the remains of my late father" he hissed softly "A muggle and a fool... Very like your dear mother. But they both had their uses did they not? Your mother died to defend you and your sister as a child... And I killed my father, and see how useful he has proved himself in death..."

Voldemort laughed again. He paced up and down. I still couldn't move, every inch of my body felt weak.

"You see that house upon the hillside? My father lived there... He didn't like magic, my father... But I vowed to find him... I revenged myself upon Him, that fool who gave me his name... Tom Riddle..."

Still he paces, his red eyes darting from grave to grave. I wanted Voldemort to notice me, to kill me.

"Listen to me, reliving my family history..." He said quietly "why, I am growing quite sentimental... But look, My true family returns..."

The air was suddenly full of swishing cloaks. Between graves, behind the yew tree, in every shadowy space, Wizards were Apparating. All of them were Hooded and masked. And one by one they moved forwards... Slowly, as though they couldn't believe their eyes.

"Welcome, Death Eaters" said Voldemort quietly "thirteen years... Thirteen years since we last met. Yet you answer my call as though it was yesterday..."

"Lucius, my slippery friend" he whispered, causing me to turn my head towards them slowly " I am told that you have not renounced the old ways, though to the world you present a respectable face. Your exploits at the World Cup were fun, I daresay... But might not your energies have been better directed towards finding and aiding your master?"

"My Lord, I was constantly on the alert" came Draco's fathers voice from beneath a hood, I recognised it, clear as day "Had there been any sign from you, any whisper of your whereabouts, I would have been at your side immediately, nothing could have prevented me-"

"Yet you ran from my mark, when a faithful death eater sent it into the sky"

He walked on, but he paused to speak to others.

"And here" Voldemort spoke "we have Crabbe... And Goyle... And Nott.. And of course, that faithful servant who is currently at Hogwarts"

I couldn't believe my ears... All of my friends parents had arrived, to attend to the dark lord.

"And it was through this servants efforts that our young friends arrived tonight... Yes" said Voldemort, a grin curling his lipless mouth as the circle looked towards Harry and I "Chloe and Harry Potter have kindly joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go as far as to call them my guests of honour"

There was a silence, which I filled with small sobs. Then the death eater to the right of Wormtail stepped forward, and Lucius Malfoy's voice spoke under the mask.

"Master we crave to know... We beg you to tell us... How you achieved this... This miracle... You returning to us..."

"Ah, what a story it is Lucius" said Voldemort "and it begins- and ends - with this young lady here"

He walked lazily over to stand next to me, so that the eyes of the whole circle were upon me, lying pathetic and weak on the floor, the bone deep carving in my arm still bleeding a small bit.

"Their mother died to protect them... I could not touch the girl, nor the boy" Voldemort learn down and put one long white finger very close to my tear stained cheek "Their mother left upon them the traces of her sacrifice... But no matter. I can touch them now"

I felt the cold tip of the long white finger touch me, and I thought my chest would explode in pain. He then moved to Harry and demonstrated the same thing.

"Wormtail provided the flesh of a servant. My fathers bones didn't prove difficult to obtain... Which left the blood on an enemy. I wanted Potter's blood. I wanted the blood of the ones who had stripped me of my power thirteen years ago, for the lingering protection their mother had given, would then reside in me, too..."

"And here they are... The twins you all believed had been my downfall..."

Voldemort moved slowly forward, and turned to look down on me. He raised his wand.

"Crucio!"

It was pain beyond anything I had ever experienced; my very bones were on fire; my chest was surely splitting along my scar; my eyes were rolling madly in my head; I wanted to end it... To black out... To die. My screams wouldn't stop leaving my mouth and my throat ached.

And then it was gone. I was lying limply. The night was ringing with the laughter of Death eaters... My best friend and boyfriends fathers... Watching me get tortured.

"The Potters escaped me by lucky chance. I am going to prove it by killing them. When there is no Dumbledore to help and no mother to die for them. I will give the boy his chance. He will be allowed to fight. The girl is too weak."

My head moved to Harry, who was still tied to the gravestone. I begged for him to somehow escape, to leave me. My bones ached and my arm, chest and throat seared with unimaginable pain. I just wanted to die. It took almost all of my energy to look at the arm Wormtail had left his mark on. The cut was as deep as it had felt... Maybe even deeper. Wormtail had not only extracted blood- but he had also engraved a message into my wrist... A message that would no doubt be permanent.

"Blood traitor"

"Now untie him, Wormtail, and give him back his wand"