dream • 016

[mudbloodhater]

Warnings • complete crack. Based off this comic!
Effects • fluctuating moods, from fright to glee.

Draco...today you're going to become one of my Death Eaters...

Draco gulped audibly, hating himself for not being able to hide such a simple gesture. But he remained standing strong, fingers twitching by his sides.

I will bestow upon you the Dark Mark - it will be painful. Very painful.

Great. That's exactly how to endear someone to you. Draco stifled another gulp, merely settling for letting his brows furrow into the centre of his forehead.

So painful, in fact...that your puny soul will be suffering forever!

The Dark Lord's hiss was rather gleeful as he pointed out this fact from the dank shadows of the room, glowing eyes the only visible sign of his existence.

But don't worry. After that, I'll give you a unicorn.

Draco thought that over for a moment. Dark Mark and a unicorn. Or he could go through life without either. The fear dissipated somewhat, and he shrugged delicately. "All right then."

---

Draco's unicorn was taught very well, he decided as he pranced it around the grounds of Malfoy Manor quite gleefully. There was nothing quite like a unicorn. And no one else would have one, he knew that much for certain.

Off to the side, sharing tea and crumpets, sat his parents, Snape, and the Dark Lord. Narcissa dabbed at her eyes with a monogrammed handkerchief, Lucius' hand around her shoulder affectionately. "Go forth, my boy! Make us proud," his father stated aloud before glancing to the Dark Lord beside him.

Voldemort sipped his tea, looking far less frightening and just a bit pale in the bright sunlight, "They grow up so quickly, don't they?"

Draco awoke a few moments later with a bizarre urge to either pitch his Dreamberry at something or to just laugh hysterically. When the Dark Lord became a joke in his mind was beyond him, but it was better than the alternatives. And so, he stifled a chuckle, turned off the Dreamberry's feed, and rolled back over to sleep.