3th Year for Draco Malfoy Voldermort rose but, the process didn't go as planned. Instead the remnant of soul still in the Diary of Tom Riddle with Lucius Malfoy once more rises instead and the deformed Voldermort dies right before Potter's eyes and...
Lucius Malfoy quickly grabbed his fallen, and beaten son, who had barely gotten out of an excruciating shower, by order of his father, and apparated them to the Avery house. He quickly shoved the boy towards the back of the house, before ordering him to leave the adults alone, and leaving towards the living area.
"Is he here?" Tom asked frustrated at the sheer length of time that he had had to wait already. He was not known for his patience. But, he could deal with it later. He had a feeling that he would have to handle it all later.
"Yes, I left him towards the back rooms." Lucius said carelessly.
"Good, and you had better hope that this works, Lucius, because if it does not..." Tom took a threatening step forward, and the thirty-something year old scrambled backwards a bit, from the formidable 16 year old.
"Don....don't worry, I am sure that it will go smoothly..." Lucius gulped and added. "My Lord."
"It had better, I do not like mistakes, or mishaps." Tom turned, before pausing and turning back to Lucius and Avery. "Make sure you leave over the next few days. I am going to need a long while with the Malfoy boy."
"Of c-course not, My Lord." Lucius stuttered out. Tom smiled maliciously and left the room.
He found the youngest Malfoy alone, in the back corner of a dark room. He was sitting by himself, pressing his body gently against the wall, and looked genuinely exhausted and tired. He had his eyes closed, but he was clearly aware of his surrounding, as he tensed when Tom came closer towards the door. He flipped on the light, causing the young boy to jump up and try to stand. He looked anxious, and, that was indeed his major emotion when Tom looked into the boy's outer layer thoughts. His eyes widened when they landed on Tom's figure. He made a whining sound in the back of his throat, before freezing. He opened his mouth once in an attempt to make a sound, before closing it quickly. He glanced at Tom before Tom realized what the boy was waiting for: A Command. He was uncertain what to do. Tom smiled inwardly, yes, this boy would be perfect.
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"Hello, little one, what is your name?" Tom feigned ignorance. Draco made a move to speak, but could not manage to make the words. He was too panicked. "Hay, hay, hay, it's alright. I can get you water? Are you hungry?" Draco nodded hesitantly. "Alright, I shall return soon." Tom walked to the door, before glancing back. "You can sit down if you want." He watched as the boy practically fell to the ground, legs shaking from the exhausted effort it took to stay standing.
Tom hummed interested in the boy, as he grabbed water. The boy was incredibly obedient. If Tom could gain his trust, it would be best, but still maintain a bit of that fear, the boy would be the perfect servant, perfectly obedient.
He returned with a large glass of water, and the boy looked up in disbelief. Apparently he hadn't expected him to actually return. Tom gave a small smile, allowing his eyes to loose their icy edge, and take a more assuring tone. The boy reached towards the water, before catching himself, and looking up at Tom unsure.
