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A/N: This story is originally edited my Amna…to whom I am eternally grateful… I have about 3-4 chapters of this story up on ff.net and now I am finally getting it posted here. It is still in progress so the first 4 chapters will get loaded very quickly, but after that it might take some time. Oh and yes I know that the first chapter (prelude) was tiny… but that was just the prelude… I swear the rest are longer. And thanks to anyone who reviews!
9 months prior to Prelude: The Reluctant Servant
Chapter 1: Draco's Struggling
In a large room in a house far, far away sat a man, on a large throne-like chair which rested on a dais in the middle of the room, well, you couldn't really call him a man; he was more of serpent.
His eyes had an eerie red glow towards them; his skin was pale, as if the man hadn't seen the light of day in many long years. His long spider-like fingers gripped the arms of the throne-like chair in annoyance and impatience. His head was bald and as pale as his face; and in the place normally where a nose would be, were two slits cut into his skin and the surface was completely flat. At his feet lay a huge snake, coiled up and its' tongue flickering into the cold air every once in a while.
The room was large and dripping water could be faintly heard in the background somewhere. The temperature was the room was alarmingly low and it was a wonder that it's two occupants weren't shivering in the extreme cold.
`What news do you bring, Bella?' he questioned in a low hiss.
`My Lord, he expects you to attack, and soon My Lord.' The dark-haired woman paused to try and catch a glimpse of her master's reaction, but the snake-like face hadn't moved a muscle. `He can feel you growing impatient. My Lord, you mustn't underestimate him, he is no longer an annoying boy who always finds a way to ruin yo-.'
`You dare imply that I, Lord Voldemort, not strong enough you defeat that pathetic excuse for a child.' Hissed Voldemort in a harsh tone.
`No, My Lord, never.' Came the stammering reply.
`Bella, you of all people should know, to never, question my orders.'
`Yes, My Lord- I- I forget myself' she stammered, yet again, trying to change the subject. `Draco has to be official be made one of us, I fear his loyalties sway, I fear the only reason he doesn't flee is out of fear of you and also as he has no place to go. Snape is the only one he listens to…. He has even stop obeying Lucius… Narcissa fears for his sanity and I fear for hers.' She said Snape's name in great envy and loath.
`Please, My Lord, I beg of you to command Snape to order Draco to listen to either Lucius or Narcissa, please, My Lord, Snape is playing with his mind, making him turn against our side, he is making Draco turn against yo-'
`Bellatrix! Snape is my most loyal and one of my most trusted Death Eaters, he has bare the greatest of weight through all of this and it will do you good to respect my most loyal subject.' Even though his voice never rose from a hissing whisper, his tone of voice caused a chill to run down her spin.
`Yes, My Lord.' Muttered an envies voice.
`He is the only reason we no longer have to keep an eye for Dumbledore and his meddling ways. He is the only reason that Potter no longer has a puppet-master to pull his strings, to try and do any harm to me or to of my plans.' His patience's were hair-thin and growing thinner.
`Yes, but-'
`But? You dare question my judgment, again?' inquired a hiss so soft that it was a wonder that Bellatrix even heard him. `Crucio!'
Bellatrix fell to the cold-hard floor and tried not to scream out in pain as every bone in her body felt as if it were on fire.
`Leave, and return only when you know who you are allowed to question and to whom your loyalties lie with.'
`Yes, My Lord.' Her voice broke as she spoke.
As she existed the chamber with only one thought replaying in her head. `Snape was going to pay and dearly at that too.'
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A young blond sat in his chamber, which were adored in green and silver, thinking of all the things that had ended him being landed here of all places.
He should have been going shopping to pick up his school equipment for his last year at school; not sitting on a bed thinking whether today was going to be the day that his freedom was snatched out of his grasp.
He should have been looking forward to being the eldest and torturing defenseless first years; but the only thing he had to look forward to in this prison were visits from the only person on his side in this god-forsaken place.
He should have been planning ways that he could get under Scarheads skin; not trying to figure out if should run or not.
This was defiantly not the way that Draco Malfoy had planned his life to go.
Well, at least dad is out of Azkaban and there is no more Dumbledore, that's good. Who was he trying to kid, the only person who would have believed him was dead and it was his entire fault. He hadn't really intending on killing Dumbledore or having Snape do it for him.
He had to find a way out of this mess that he had gotten himself into, and he had to do it fast before someone else got hurt or worse the Dark Lord decided he was ready to get the Dark Mark.
These were his last thoughts before sleep finally over took him and he was swept into the land of dreams…
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