Alone, I weaved between the leafless trees. The air was icy and the sky was as black as my robes, which trailed behind me as I walked. I could hear the faint hum of the music that was playing endlessly in the Great Hall. The Yule Ball was being held. Draco had invited, yet I declined as I knew a lot of the lime light would be on Potter. I hated him. Every time I saw that stupid Potter, my insides filled with an uncontrollable rage. I always had the deepest urge to torture him until he begged me to kill him entirely.
My mind then wandered to my parents. They were both purebloods, yet they joined the Order of the Pheonix, believing that that good is the way forward and not bad. The filthy blood traitors! I detested them with a passion. I had to go there each summer, pretend I gave a damn about them and their stupid little club. They thought I wanted to join the Order and be like them. They were seriously mistaken. When I leave Hogwarts, I am going to hunt them down and murder them. Maybe torture them to insanity? I mean, I loved to torture the puny first years and those pathetic mudbloods who thought they belonged in the wizarding world. I smiled at the thought. I have a select group of friends. All purebloods and all in Slytherin. I was infuriated by the littlest of things and when I was angry, I would either hex people to oblivion or torture them. I was on my way to potions one time, when Lanky Longbottom bumped into me. I burst out in my anger and screamed "CRUCIO!". His body jumped about on the floor and he screamed out in pain. I lifted the curse and went to walk away, when I saw Snape staring at me, his lips twitching almost into a smile. That was the day I had realised that I was born to do this. I was born to torture, to murder.
I snapped out of my day dream by the sound of a stomping on the ground just ahead. I drew my wand instantly and walked towards the clearing that I believed the sound had come from. I entered. Among the trees on the far side, I could see shadowy figures, hooded and cloaked, blending in with the night. They seemed to be whispering to one another. I decided to approach them.
The one in the center of conversation turned and saw me. They left the others and stepped towards me, my wand never leaving my grasp as he did."I am not afraid to use this you know." I sneered at the masked man.
"I would never doubt that. I know a lot more about you than you know."
"Who are you and why are you here?" I asked curiously, not a sense of fear in my voice. He swished his wand before his face and the mask melted away to reveal his true identity.
I hesitated in my reply. This man looks familiar. He looks like... Then it clicked!
"You are Draco's father are you not?"
"Address me as Lucius." He replied, offering his hand up for me to shake. I did and grasped his hand firmly. "Firm shake. That is a good sign." He whispered as if the thought just escaped his mind.
"A good sign of what?"
" I have been sent here to offer you a proposal."
"Not marriage I hope." I joked at him, he smirked.
"No. The Dark Lord wishes you to join us and become a death eater." My eyes widened and I could feel a sinister grin spreading across my face.
"The Dark Lord is impressed by your power, your cruelty, your devotion to any task that is laid before you. The Dark Lord does not approve of your family." "They are nothing but filthy blood traitors and should suffer for their stupidity" I interrupted, feeling the hatred I held for my parents burn inside of me.
" You have spirit. A death eater needs spirit. The Dark Lord thinks you will be a great addition to our ranks."
I pretended to ponder over it, but I knew that I had always wanted this to happen and now that it was, I was just completely taken back.
