Working for Malfoy

Chapter 2: The Birthday Surprise

It was my birthday. June 5th. I was 18 years old. I wasn't exited or anything because this year was going to be just like any year. Or so I thought.

I was getting dressed and just pulling on my shoes when someone knocked on my door.

"Come in." I hollered. My mother walked into the room with a small smile on her face.

"Happy Birthday Draco." She said.

"Thank you mother." I responded. I stood up from my bed and gave her a hug. I rested my chin on her head. She just barely came up above my collar bone.

"We have a surprise for you sweetheart." She said before pulling away.

"Who's we?" I asked.

"Your father, Aunt Bella, and Me." She responded. "We will be leaving in ten minutes. Meet us down by the fireplace in the drawing room when your ready."

When she left, I slumped back down onto my bed. What could be so special about this year that made my father and Aunt Bella had taken off of work.

My father worked for the Ministry as the assistant to the Minister. Second in command. My Aunt Bella on the other hand worked at Alcatraz. She was the manager. They kept all the mudbloods and blood traitors there. They were either tortured to death sold to pure blooded families to be their slaves.

I got up and started walking to the drawing room where my mother said to meet them. I entered the room and seen father, mother, and Aunt Bella standing by the fireplace.

"Draco." My father nodded his greeting.

I nodded back. "Father."

"My favorite nephew. Happy birthday." My aunt said unenthisiastically.

"I'm your only nephew." I replied.

"Exactly my point." She said.

"Draco, today we are going to be taking a trip to Alcatraz." My father informed.

I raised my eyebrow and smirked. "And why would we be going there?" I was fully aware why we were going there but I was going to take advantage of today and get under my father's skin as much as possible. My reason being that any other time I got under his skin he would torture me. My birthday was the only day he was restricted from torturing me because if he did, whatever he was going to torture me with, whether it be a spell or the switch, it would rebound off of me and hit him. Some spell my mother set up for the 5th of June.

"We are going to be getting you a slave." He replied, clearly restraining from cursing me.

"Well how about we get going." Mother cut in. "I wrote and had them pick out three slaves of their choice for you to choose from."

I nodded in understanding.

"Ok, let's get going. I have to be back at the ministry in two hours." My father snapped.

Without hesitation, my aunt grabbed a handful of floo powder and climbed into the fireplace. "Alcatraz." She shouted. Then she disappeared in a swarm of green flames.

My father stepped in next and did the same thing, he too disappearing in a swarm of green flames.

"You go ahead Draco." My mother smiled. "I will be right behind you."

I smiled back before stepping up to the fireplace and grabbing a handful of floo powder. "Alcatraz." I hollered, and I too disappeared in green flames.

I felt the familiar sensation of flying through the air before my feet hit solid ground again. I stepped out of the fireplace and into a room that was about as big as my father's study.