"What are you trying to say, Draco?" Father inquired. He had that look on his face. The one where he seemed to be trying to pick you apart piece by piece to understand you. "I'm tired of it dad! I don't want to be a Death Eater! I don't want to follow in your footsteps! I-" I'm cut off with a sharp smack to my left cheek. I look back up to see Father glaring at me. "You will /not/ use that tone of voice with me, young man. You /will/ be a Death Eater, whether you like it or not. I will not allow my son to stoop to such a lesser thing." He turns and walks briskly away, signalling the end of the conversation. --- All characters belong to the amazing J.K. Rowling.All Rights Reserved