Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon's Will ❯ New Task ( Chapter 1 )
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It had been a rough sixth year, he failed the mission, his father in Azkaban, now on the run, it was too much for the young man to handle. Long had he waited, to receive his first mission, yet finally when he did, he didn't have the guts to go through with it. This really got to the Slytherin, all those years of training and yet he failed to kill Dumbledore, yet he was quite grateful that his mentor was by his side to finish the job. A month had passed, Draco had been staying under Snape's care as his mother stayed at the Manor, Draco was under strict orders not to go near the Manor just yet until he was sure the Ministry had finished their search. The boy grew bored at times, heading outside to wander about, writing and receiving owls from Crabbe and Goyle, a few boxes of chocolate along with a letter here and there from his mother. Though he was no where near home, he was still spoiled rotten when able to be.
This evening, Draco had been outside in the back of Snape's home, sitting beneath a large oak tree, his eyes averted to the pitch black sky, the twinkling stars and the rays of the moonlight causing his silver hues to sparkle as the content look was upon his face. He mostly spent his evenings out there until it was time for supper. Slowly his attention was averted to the sound of a back door opening
"Malfoy" spoke Snape in a cold monotoned voice, his cold black eyes settled straight upon the boy who was looking to him with curiosity.
"Yes, Snape?" Draco arose to his feet, dusting off his black jeans as he turned heading up to his mentor. Snape reached into his robe and pulled out a letter handing it to the boy.
Draco quirked a brow taking the letter, slowly breaking the seal he looked down at it, his eyes began to scan the letter as he read it silently. Soon after finishing his eyes lifted to his mentor
"He wants to see me ... tonight at the Lair. What if .... what he knows I didn't kill Dumbledore?" worry was now in the boy's eyes as he stared to his mentor a plea in his eyes, screaming for help, advice anything of the sort.
Snape could only look to his apprentice and sigh, reaching out, he placed a hand upon the boy's shoulder "Just relax my boy, just as long as you keep your mind clear of it, he can not read any of your thoughts. Just remember what your aunt taught you."
Draco nodded his head and stepped around his mentor, heading into the house, Bellatrix Lestrange had taught him Occlumency, he had forgotten about that. Making his way into one of the spare rooms he had been staying in, Draco moved to the nightstand and took up his wand, slipping it into his back pant pocket he took up his traveling cloak and glanced to Snape who stood in the door way.
"Best hurry my Boy, you know how he gets when you keep him waiting"
Draco heard Snape's words and nodded his head. Slipping on the cloak he headed out of the spare room, heading for the back, the blond drew his wand and with a wave he apparated. It wasn't long until he appeared at the gates of the Dark Lord's Lair. Standing there his eyes took in the large darkened stone building, it was uncanny at how much it resembled an old ancient temple. As the moon hung high in the now clouded sky, fog had appeared below, the place was down right eerie it seemed as dead as graveyard. Draco pushed opened the iron gates and stepped through, heading down the walkway the dry leaves crunched beneath his shoes. As he ventured on further, his eyes made out two figures in the distance, as he grew closer, he noticed that it was Crabbe and Goyle Sr. Stopping a few feet short of them, he gave a nod, the two older men took a step aside to allow the blond access into the lair. Placing a pale white hand against the handle he didn't even have to push that was all it took for the door to open, releasing the handle, Draco made his way into the lair. It was quite comforting, but better than he had seen it in the past. It was probably Parkinson's doing, that girl always had a knack for making things come out better with a bit of magic. Walking down the velvet black carpet, Draco headed down to the end of the hallway, Candles lighting the hallway with brilliant green flames. The blond could only chuckle to this, shaking his head he sighed, once reaching the end of the corridor he stepped to the left into a dimmer room, it's only source of light a small candle sitting upon a table.
"Ah, You've made it Malfoy" spoke a cold rasp of a voice, which would send chills down anyone's spine, though on a blond who was quite used to it, it didn't phase him much.
"Yes My lord" spoke Draco as he walked up to the large golden throne like chair that Voldemort sat in. Getting on his knees, Draco bowed to him "I have come on you orders, how may I serve you My lord?" lifting his gray hues he stared up at Voldemort who sat there gazing to the boy as he stood up.
"Your mother--"
Hearing this Draco's eyes widened, his heart skipped a beat as he breath was caught in his throat "w-what about her My lord? Is she alright?" worry was apparent in his voice as he waited for a reply.
Voldemort raised his hand "Yes, yes, she is alright. Now let me finish." Draco nodded and shut his mouth, stood there, waiting to hear the rest of what his Master was going to tell him. "I had her here and spoke with her, she has managed to get you back into Hogwarts"
Hearing this Draco's jaw dropped "I.. beg your pardon my lord? I'm.. going back to that wretched place? Why on bloody earth for?"
Voldemort could see the annoyance in Draco's eyes as he sighed to himself "You've managed to Kill Dumbledore, you've earned your mark, but I need you to be a spy for me, go back to school and keep an eye on Harry Potter"
Draco stood there, taking in all that his master was telling him, slowly nodding his head he sighed "Yes My lord, as you wish, I will return to school and become a"
"Absolutely not!" came the voice Snape "My lord, it would be murder to send this boy back to Hogwarts, he barely was able to get through with the last task, how do you expect this one to be any different? How would he even get near Potter long enough to spy on him? They aren't the best of friends My lord"
Voldemort was taken back and slightly surprised to notice that Snape had been near listening to the entire conversation "Severus, I have complete faith in Narcissa I'm sure she has done her job."
Draco slowly arose to his feet "How will... I be able to spy on Potter my lord?" he asked now with a curious look upon his face.
"You will see in time my boy. Now go off and return the Manor, I expect monthly checks by you"
Draco nodded and bowed to them, "Thank you"
Turning Draco headed out of the room, exiting the Lair he apparated to the Manor. Once appearing at the front gates, he took in the Manor and inhaled deeply through his nostrils, exhaling slowly through his mouth a content smile formed upon his lips, he was home. Walking up the walkway, he moved to the door and slowly opened it, making his way into the Manor a popped was heard followed by a squeak of his mother's house elf.
"Mistress Malfoy!! Young Malfoy is home!"
Upon hearing this, Draco heard rapid footsteps, soon the beautiful appearance of his mother was seen, Narcissa ran to her son, throwing her arms around him and pulling him into a hug.
"Draco! My baby is home... thank Merlin you're safe" pulling away she smiled to her son with tears in her eyes "My Draco"
Seeing the tears in her eyes caused Draco to smile as he reached out wiping them away. "No need to cry Mum, I'm alright"
Narcissa smiled and hugged her son once more "the moment I heard you were coming home, I was so glad, I was worried about you, and how Severus was caring for you, did he feed you well?"
Hearing all that his mother was saying all Draco could do was laugh and embrace his dear mother closely. "Yes, yes I was fine Mum. Though I am a bit tired. Long day today, I'll skip dinner. I'll see you in the morning" placing a kiss upon his mother's cheek, Draco gave her one final hug before venturing upstairs to his bedroom to rest for the night, for he knew it would be a very busy day the following morning.