I woke up feeling groggy, I felt a hand on my shoulder gently shaking me awake.

"Good morning darling."

"Good morning Mum." I replied.

"You better get up and get ready Draco. Bella is coming over in ten minutes." She said.

Fabulous. Aunt Bella is the last person I want to see right now. She would be able to tell within seconds that I regret becoming a Death Eater. Especially with the tear stained cheeks and bags under my eyes.

"What time-"

"You fell back asleep at about four this morning. It's about six now." She answered.

"Why is Bella going to be here this early?"

"Death Eater meeting. At six thirty." I groaned internally.

“I’m scared Mum.” I said starting to tear up a little bit. I took a deep breath and looked up at my mom.

“I have to get ready for the day, if you’ll excuse me.” I kissed my mom on the cheek and she left the room. 

I went to my walk-in closet and got out one of my crisp black suits. Ever since becoming part of his army, I pretty much only wore black. Black suits. Black Pajamas. I have a black floor. Black walls. Black bedspread. Black shower curtain. Black countertop. Black, Black, Black. It was kind of pathetically poetic. I was part of the Black family. The Black family, once the purest of purebloods. Then split by blood traitory, house betrayal, and… being nice. Every Black who had done one of those things had seemed… more free, happier, and just have a better lifestyle. Andromeda, Nymphedora, Sirius… I’m getting off track. I cleaned myself up, slicked back my hair, and brushed my teeth. Now, I looked like a true unforgiving, emotionless Malfoy. I stepped out of my room into the cold halls of the Manor.

This all felt too big. Why am I thinking like this? I think I’m finally starting to get how Potter and the Weasleys feel. Probably not even close. But this house, the money, the Death Eaters, Voldermort, my father, pureblood status, it was all making feel too… closed off. If I even associate with a mudbl-er, muggleborn, or even a half-blood, they would either have a family member killed, or I would never see them again. 
I started walking down the stairs to the third floor, then the second, then the main floor. We have a basement, but the Dark Lord has decided that it is a dungeon for his prisoners. As I reached the main floor I heard whimpering from the corner of one of the great rooms.

I looked in and saw Peter Pettigrew. I fixed my composure and started, “WORMTAIL! You pathetic mess of a man, get over here, you have to be at this meeting too!”

He stopped whimpering and scampered over. “Oh Draco…”

“YOU AREN’T ALLOWED TO CALL ME THAT YOU FILTHY PATHETIC MAN!!!”

He immediately stepped back slightly.

“WE HAVE LET YOU INTO THIS HOUSE YOU FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR!!! YOU DON'T GET TO ADDRESS ME BY THAT NAME!!!” I yelled.

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy. Thank you Mr. Malfoy.” He ran down the hall to the dining room, where the meeting would be.

I wandered along behind him, not in a hurry. I walked in to see Bella, Yaxley, Dolohov, Rodolphus, Rabastan, and Dawlish sitting around the dining room table. Wormtail was huddled in the corner. I scoffed in disgust. That alerted everyone to my presence. The men all bowed their heads in greeting.

Bella said, “Oh Draco, way to put Wormtail in his place. He is only still around because he led the Dark Lord to the Potter’s.”

She looked even more mad then ever. Her sunken eyes were wide, her pale skin didn’t really fit her frame. Overall, she looked homeless. Except for her clothes. The LeStranges were exceptionally wealthy. But spending twelve years in Azkaban can do that to you, make you psycho.

According to Mum, Bella wasn’t this way before Azkaban, she wasn’t psycho, just… angry. Angry at anything and everything.

This is my first meeting as a Death Eater. I am scared out of my wits, but I would never admit that out loud. Everyone got here within ten minutes.

“Who shall summon the Dark Lord?” Dolohov asked in his raspy voice.

“How about…Draco. He is the newest and youngest. You know what to do Draco.” Bella suggested.

I pushed down any fear I had and placed my pointer and middle fingers on the snake part of the dark mark.
My forearm burned, but I couldn’t afford to show any weakness in front of anyone. That’s my cowardly fathers job. I was strong like Mum.

I am so so so so so sorry. I feel so bad for not updating. I have had lots of rehearsal for my upcoming school show, along with end of term. So I am honestly so so sorry. And this was a kind of filler chapter.

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