An unfortunate task
Draco felt very uneasy he watched as the ink spread into his arm to form the mark.
The mark.
It made everything feel much more real, which draco did not like. He often pretended that he had gone senile and this wasnt really happening to him. It was an odd source of comfort to pretend that it wasnt really happening.
But it was and as of now he was no longer a jr death eater with a hope of freedom. Now he was a death eater and would last be meeting up with Voldemort himself.
Apparently Voldemort had big plans for draco which was the cause of draco's unease. He watched the ritualistic magic dance up and down the circle which could only mean one thing.
Home.
Dark magic was a home to anyone and everyone it claimed. But right now not even dark magic could put draco's overthinking nature to ease.
Draco made sure to say the right things and never show a sliver of vulnerability. A crack in his occulumency sheilds, and he would be killed. That was, if he was lucky anyway. Most would be tortured into insanity for any kind of treason to the dark lord.
For that was what draco was to call him now, if he wanted to survive.
But draco wasn't sure if surviving was worth it.
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Draco walked into the room, it was odd being in Voldemorts very own office. He was to act as if this was just any other day. But it certainly was not just any other day.
He was told to sit down and so he did. Then Voldemort started explaining the plan. Not only was draco sure he was going to die, he knew that was probably why he has been assigned this.
It was the dark lords way of getting revenge on Draco's father, how sickening.
The plan was that draco would have to kill Dumbledore. Not only was he not told how, he was also not told told when. And you could not just ask the dark lord questions that would be questioning your superior.
Your superior.
Your nothing but a filthy death eater Draco Malfoy.
Draco pushed those thoughts to the far corners of his mind tied tightly in a metal box. This was where draco put all his mentally draining thoughts. Maybe one day he will be healed enough to sort through it, definitely not today though.
The meeting ended and Draco left the office mind swirling with all kinds of ideas of how badly this could go.
When he entered the sitting room Narcissa was sat on the couch, eyes red. She had been crying.
Draco sat down next to her and was pulled into a bone crushing hug. "what is it" Narcissa asked, eyes full of tears. "he wants me to kill headmaster Dumbledore." Draco replied. At this Narcissa looked positively horrified, she didn't know what to do it seemed. She hugged him even harder and started balling her eyes out. Draco understood that this was scary for his mother, he was the only good thing that came out of her abusive marrige, he could not die under her watch, she wouldn't let it happen.
Narcissa Malfoy did not let things she loved go easily.