Saving the Enemy

Chapter 1

Draco

"Draco, hurry up! We are late as it is," Draco's father, Lucius, hissed at him, dragging him along. He doesn't even want to go, to be a part of this anymore but what choice does he have? Narcissa looks over at her son and gives him an encouraging smile, which eases some of the fear in his eyes.

They burst through to the clearing and are surprised to find that nobody is here. What kind of trick are they playing at? They said to be there at midnight, and here they are, ten minutes late. Maybe they went to search for them, to punish them for abandonment of their kind. Draco sneers at the thought, their kind. He doesn't want to be their kind, but the mark still remains, it will never fully go away. That mark will haunt him until the day he dies, always reminding him of who he was, who he is.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Malfoys. I'm glad you decided to grace us with your presence at last," Yaxley sneers. The death eaters emerge from their hiding places within the woods, all of them wearing the black robes and masks to hide their faces. Draco's heart leaps in fear but he keeps his face hard. The mask he has perfected hasn't left him, even after the war when they thought they were free, safe. He has to keep it so nobody can see who he really is, see that he hates everything they stand for.

"Yaxley, this better be important," Lucius sneers back, but even he has lost the edge to his voice, the fear shining through. None of them know what is going to happen, they were only told to show at midnight or else they will find them and bring a fate worse than death with them.

"We thought we should bring the traitors to trial for their crimes against the Dark Lord. You see, we know what each of you did. We know that you have betrayed us and we can't have that. We can't risk you ruining this again. If you had just stuck to the plan, Harry Potter would be dead and the Dark Lord would be ruling the wizarding world," Yaxley drawls, circling them like a predator would circle his prey.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Narcissa remarks calmly, making sure that nothing gets through her mask like her husband let through. She edges closer to Draco, her motherly urge was to protect him, it's as if she senses something nobody else does.

"I think we all know what I am talking about. But I can spell it out for you. Lucius Malfoy, you abandoned the fight when all of us stayed, risking our lives. You are a coward and are a disgrace to the Dark Lord. This is not your first crime and we believe the Dark Lord was all too forgiving, so we will do what he should have done a long time ago," Yaxley states before pulling out his wand. "Avada Kedavra."

Draco watches as his father falls to the ground, a look of fear and regret in his eyes right before the curse had hit him. Draco kept his mouth shut though, knowing it wouldn't help. Tears sting his eyes as he so desperately wanted to go to his father, but his mother's hand kept him in place. Her grip was tight and he could feel the grief and anger oozing off of her, but she too kept quiet.

"Narcissa Malfoy, you lied to the Dark Lord about Potter being dead. You ruined the outcome the Dark Lord deserved and your betrayal ultimately lead to his own demise. For that, you are sentenced to the same fate as your husband. Avada Kedavra."

Draco feels his mother's grip slacken before she falls to the ground, her last look screamed her love for her son and that image will forever be engrained in his mind. But Draco kept quiet. Yet in that moment, he swore revenge for his parents. He knows he could have never stopped it, but he can stop the men who killed them, who pained him more than they could imagine. Draco tears his eyes away from his mother to look at Yaxley with pure hate and anger. But Yaxley only laughs at Draco.

"Draco Malfoy, you let Potter escape from Malfoy Manor when you failed to identify him. You knew it was him, but you let him go. For that, we give you a choice, because we know your parents are cowards, so who can blame you for following in their footsteps. You can either join your pety parents, or you can join us. Join your brothers and fight once again for the Dark Lord, for his memory. It is your choice, but there will be no mistakes this time, no errors, or else a fate worse than the mercy we showed your parents will be bestowed upon you."

Draco sneers at the death eater in front of him, his choice clear. He has to do this for his parents, to get revenge when they could not. The choice is simple and Draco does not hesitate to spit his answer at Yaxley.

"I will join you."

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After they had apparated to the headquarters, Yaxley dragged Draco through the compound and into one of the side rooms. There is a single chair in the middle with a door on the left which Draco assumes leads to the bathroom. The room is extremely small, just enough for the chair and a few other people, the size of a closet. Draco shivers as the temperature is freezing, and he wonders why they are here.

"Draco, did you really think we would let you get away with what you did so easily? No consequences? We see that you are weak, a coward. We need to change that if you ever have hopes of joining us. Now, sit." Draco obeys, not daring to go against him. "I would like you to meet Amelia, she will be conducting your...interrogations. So get to know each other, because you will spend most of your time together."

Draco sees the door open and a girl that reminds him of Bellatrix steps in. She has straight blonde hair pulled up in a sleek ponytail and is wearing a leather black outfit. Her wand in her hand and a wild look on her face, a look that lets Draco know these interrogations will not be pleasant.

"Hello, Draco," she sneers. He just stares, knowing that he is not supposed to speak. She points her wand towards him with a smirk. "You should have just been a good boy. Now I will have to make you into the assassin we need you to be. I don't want to do this, but this is how it is."

She puts on a fake pout that tells Draco she really does want to do this. That whatever punishment he is about to receive is something she thrives off of, maybe even craves. His body is stiff and he looks at her with a hard look on his face. No weaknesses. That's what his father told him time and time again. He must not show weakness. But all that is forgotten when she shouts the curse.

"Crucio!"