The Promise
Draco had heard stories of the dark lord from his father all his life. How great he was. What an amazing leader. How one day he would lead all the pure blooded wizards to a new world order. He would set the world ablaze and how Draco would sit in place of honor at his side.
But as Draco walked the cold halls of Malfoy manor he felt a chill down his spine. He hated Voldemort he hated the chill down his spine as the man stared at him with his Ruby red eyes. The way he spoke with a slight his. The way he always had that disgusting snake around his arms. But most of all he hated the way he was letting his father rot in Azkaban.
His aunt Bella had managed to retrieve the prophecy from Potter at the department of mysteries. But his father had gotten himself captured. Draco had heard of Dumbledore’s duel with the dark lord causing his return to be exposed to the whole wizarding world.
The dark lord was furious that now everyone knew what Potter had been saying for over a year was true. If anyone was to blame for his exposure it was the dark lord himself a fact he’d been foolish enough to share aloud while in his ain’t Bella’s presence.
“How dare you!” Her hand struck him across the face. He’d fallen backwards on the floor as his aunt stared at him her eyes wide in fury. “Don’t ever question the dark lord in front me!” She pulled her wand and aimed it at him and he blinked waiting for the pain to come.
“Crucio” his aunt let out a piercing scream and he opened his eyes to find his mother aiming her wand at her own sister. Bellatrix withered in agony on the ground and Narcissa put her wand down as she heaved on the marble floor for air. Her eyes widened in shock.
“Cissy!”
“I can forgive a lot Bella. But if you ever put your hands on my son. I’ll kill you. Don’t ever do that again.” Walking towards Draco Narcissa grabbed him by his arm her thin fingers wrapping around his arm helping him to his feet.
“Let go Draco.” She held on to his arm as they walked away from a stunned Bellatrix. They made their way towards the furthest wing of the manor. The place where the dark lord would be less likely to be.
Walking into a large bedroom Narcissa fell against her son. Her eyes filled with tears. He grabbed her and held her as she cried into his chest.
“Draco, I’m sorry. I can’t do this. Not without Lucius I don’t know what to do.” He held her as she sobbed and her felt his chest tighten.
“Don’t worry mother. I’m going to get him back. I promise.”