Late, late, late Tuesday night.
The Mark had been bothering Draco for days now. He knew the Dark Lord would be calling soon. He just wished he would get it over with so the pain would stop bothering him. The Dark Lord was quite the asshole, but that would be a surprise to no one. Finally on Tuesday night Draco was woken up by a horrible pain in his arm. Unfortunately, thanks to the schools rules he couldn't leave the island without the admin knowing so instead he went to the common room and lit a fire. Thanks to a nifty spell his Aunt taught him he was able to see the meeting clearly, like watching a television that you can interact with.
The meeting was no big thing. Filled with the Dark Lord's usual "Blah blah, gotta kill Potter" "Lala kill muggles" and the occasional "Get your damn hands off my brownies, Lestrange!". Draco wondered why the Dark Lord even wanted him here. He hadn't given him an assignment and he didn't even offer any brownies. It wasn't until after the meeting that something out of the ordinary happened. He was about to put out the fire and go back to his room when his Aunt Bellatrix stuck a hand out of it and placed it on his hand.
"Draco darling, why don't you stay for a bit and have a chat with your Auntie?"
Draco's Aunt Bellatrix led Draco into one of the spare rooms of the house. Tea had been set out in the room. Draco wasn't surprised to see his Uncle Roldolphus hogging down cookies at the table and his Uncle Rabastan sitting broody in the corner. No one in the history of someones could brood like Rabastan Lestrange.
Bellatrix sat down at the table next to her husband and stared at Draco intently. This automatically made Draco nervous and he tried to look at anything but his Aunt. Instead he stared at Roldolphus who was playing with two of the animal crackers. Bellatrix rolled her eyes and slapped the crackers out of her husband's hands. "MY HIPPO!" he shouted.
"Draco, I'm not going to beat around the bush with small talk. We need your help." Bellatrix starts, sounding more honest that what seemed natural for her. Draco nods at her to continue but instead his Uncle Roldolphus cuts in.
"You see son, it's getting harder and harder for us to keep track of the white hats these days. What with your aunt and your uncle and me being convicted murders and most everyone else in the Death Eaters also being convicted criminals we just aren't trusted. Hey, found my hippo." Roldolphus bends down to pick the cookie off the floor and pops it into his mouth. Rabastan comes out from his corner to join the two at the table.
"You Draco, however, are one of the few that the wizarding world still considers good. You are able to get information without people asking too many questions, even after the whole Dumbledore thing." says Rabastan
"We need you to get information from the Order. We need you to really get inside there and find out how they work." says Bellatrix.
Draco wretches his hands together nervously. "And how am I supposed to do that?" he asked
Bellatrix smiles. "Simple plan, really. We have you turn into one of the Order members and have you spy from the inside. I know what you're thinking and the change isn't permanent. A week, tops."
"And it isn't that polyjuice crap either. Your Aunt invented it herself, one dose lasts you a week and it's nearly tasteless." adds Roldolphus.
Draco shakes his head. No way in hell he was doing this. No way. He just had to think of a logical reason to give to his Aunt and Uncles. "Look...I don't think you have the right person. They'd see through me easily and then where would that leave us?"
"But Draco, you know the person we've chosen you to be very well. It should be easy for you to act like him." said Rabastan.
"Who...?" asked Draco. His Aunt leaned over and whispered a name in his ear. Draco's eyes bulged and he backed out of his chair. "No way. I'm not doing it."
"Now Draco, don't get all bratty with us. It's not that big of a deal." Bellatrix's voice began to rise, a sign that she was losing her temper.
"Not that big of a deal? It's disgusting! I would rather be Potter than that bumbling retard! And I would like to bring up how great the whole 'turning into someone else' thing turned out for Barty Crouch Junior! I don't believe Mother would be very happy if her only son got his soul sucked out by dementors!" ranted Draco.
"Well, that's just plain ridiculous. We've got control of the dementors, you know that." said Roldolphus.
Draco clenched his fists in frustration. "That's not the point. The point is, I refuse to do it. Does the Dark Lord even know about this stupid, stupid plan?"
The room went silent. Roldolphus looked at Rabastan who in turn looked at Bellatrix. Bellatrix just smiled. "Fine Draco, you don't want to do it. I understand. You're right you wouldn't be able to pull it off."
Draco nodded and mumbled an apology for yelling. His Aunt got up out of her chair and walked closer to Draco. "Now, now it's fine. I'm glad you were honest. Now get on back to that school, I'm sure you have class tomorrow."
Draco nodded and grabbed his wand so he could put out the fire. "Oh, Draco?" said his Aunt sweetly.
Draco opened his eyes to see his Aunt holding out a box. "I made these for you, don't go eating them all at once. I know how you are with brownies."
Draco smiles and takes the box before putting out the fire.
Draco goes back into his room after the talk with his Aunt. He places the box of brownies she made him on the desk and considers eating one. It was awfully late. His Mother always said not to eat sweets so late at night. He nods to himself. Right, no brownies until tomorrow. He took off his shirt and pants and crawled into bed.
Draco tossed and turned that night. Around three he sat up in bed. He needed to sleep. He had class tomorrow. Food always made him sleepy. He looked over at the box of brownies. One couldn't hurt. Who said he had to listen to all of his Mother's advice, anyways? He got up and went over to the box and opened it. Anyone who knew Draco knew he loved brownies and these looked better than any other brownies he had ever seen.
He picked one up and smelled it, he didn't really trust the brownies of a convicted crim-is that peanut butter he smells?!
Screw it, she's my Aunt. She wouldn't do anything to hurt me. he thinks before taking a bite. Something about them was a bit...off. He couldn't quite place it. He was about to spit the brownie out but as if the brownie was reading his mind the 'off' taste quickly went away and was replaced with the best tasting brownie Draco had ever eaten. He quickly demolished the first one, then a second, then another. Before he knew it the brownies were gone. He waited a few minutes to see if he'd explode or turn into a ferret again or something...
After a few minutes with nothing happening Draco shrugged to himself. I guess Aunt Bellatrix was just being nice. he thinks.
Draco went to go brush his teeth again before crawling back into bed and falling into a deep, deep sleep. He would have been suspicious of how deep a sleep it was if he hadn't been you know, sleeping at the time.
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The meeting was no big thing. Filled with the Dark Lord's usual "Blah blah, gotta kill Potter" "Lala kill muggles" and the occasional "Get your damn hands off my brownies, Lestrange!". Draco wondered why the Dark Lord even wanted him here. He hadn't given him an assignment and he didn't even offer any brownies. It wasn't until after the meeting that something out of the ordinary happened. He was about to put out the fire and go back to his room when his Aunt Bellatrix stuck a hand out of it and placed it on his hand.
"Draco darling, why don't you stay for a bit and have a chat with your Auntie?"
Draco's Aunt Bellatrix led Draco into one of the spare rooms of the house. Tea had been set out in the room. Draco wasn't surprised to see his Uncle Roldolphus hogging down cookies at the table and his Uncle Rabastan sitting broody in the corner. No one in the history of someones could brood like Rabastan Lestrange.
Bellatrix sat down at the table next to her husband and stared at Draco intently. This automatically made Draco nervous and he tried to look at anything but his Aunt. Instead he stared at Roldolphus who was playing with two of the animal crackers. Bellatrix rolled her eyes and slapped the crackers out of her husband's hands. "MY HIPPO!" he shouted.
"Draco, I'm not going to beat around the bush with small talk. We need your help." Bellatrix starts, sounding more honest that what seemed natural for her. Draco nods at her to continue but instead his Uncle Roldolphus cuts in.
"You see son, it's getting harder and harder for us to keep track of the white hats these days. What with your aunt and your uncle and me being convicted murders and most everyone else in the Death Eaters also being convicted criminals we just aren't trusted. Hey, found my hippo." Roldolphus bends down to pick the cookie off the floor and pops it into his mouth. Rabastan comes out from his corner to join the two at the table.
"You Draco, however, are one of the few that the wizarding world still considers good. You are able to get information without people asking too many questions, even after the whole Dumbledore thing." says Rabastan
"We need you to get information from the Order. We need you to really get inside there and find out how they work." says Bellatrix.
Draco wretches his hands together nervously. "And how am I supposed to do that?" he asked
Bellatrix smiles. "Simple plan, really. We have you turn into one of the Order members and have you spy from the inside. I know what you're thinking and the change isn't permanent. A week, tops."
"And it isn't that polyjuice crap either. Your Aunt invented it herself, one dose lasts you a week and it's nearly tasteless." adds Roldolphus.
Draco shakes his head. No way in hell he was doing this. No way. He just had to think of a logical reason to give to his Aunt and Uncles. "Look...I don't think you have the right person. They'd see through me easily and then where would that leave us?"
"But Draco, you know the person we've chosen you to be very well. It should be easy for you to act like him." said Rabastan.
"Who...?" asked Draco. His Aunt leaned over and whispered a name in his ear. Draco's eyes bulged and he backed out of his chair. "No way. I'm not doing it."
"Now Draco, don't get all bratty with us. It's not that big of a deal." Bellatrix's voice began to rise, a sign that she was losing her temper.
"Not that big of a deal? It's disgusting! I would rather be Potter than that bumbling retard! And I would like to bring up how great the whole 'turning into someone else' thing turned out for Barty Crouch Junior! I don't believe Mother would be very happy if her only son got his soul sucked out by dementors!" ranted Draco.
"Well, that's just plain ridiculous. We've got control of the dementors, you know that." said Roldolphus.
Draco clenched his fists in frustration. "That's not the point. The point is, I refuse to do it. Does the Dark Lord even know about this stupid, stupid plan?"
The room went silent. Roldolphus looked at Rabastan who in turn looked at Bellatrix. Bellatrix just smiled. "Fine Draco, you don't want to do it. I understand. You're right you wouldn't be able to pull it off."
Draco nodded and mumbled an apology for yelling. His Aunt got up out of her chair and walked closer to Draco. "Now, now it's fine. I'm glad you were honest. Now get on back to that school, I'm sure you have class tomorrow."
Draco nodded and grabbed his wand so he could put out the fire. "Oh, Draco?" said his Aunt sweetly.
Draco opened his eyes to see his Aunt holding out a box. "I made these for you, don't go eating them all at once. I know how you are with brownies."
Draco smiles and takes the box before putting out the fire.
Draco goes back into his room after the talk with his Aunt. He places the box of brownies she made him on the desk and considers eating one. It was awfully late. His Mother always said not to eat sweets so late at night. He nods to himself. Right, no brownies until tomorrow. He took off his shirt and pants and crawled into bed.
Draco tossed and turned that night. Around three he sat up in bed. He needed to sleep. He had class tomorrow. Food always made him sleepy. He looked over at the box of brownies. One couldn't hurt. Who said he had to listen to all of his Mother's advice, anyways? He got up and went over to the box and opened it. Anyone who knew Draco knew he loved brownies and these looked better than any other brownies he had ever seen.
He picked one up and smelled it, he didn't really trust the brownies of a convicted crim-is that peanut butter he smells?!
Screw it, she's my Aunt. She wouldn't do anything to hurt me. he thinks before taking a bite. Something about them was a bit...off. He couldn't quite place it. He was about to spit the brownie out but as if the brownie was reading his mind the 'off' taste quickly went away and was replaced with the best tasting brownie Draco had ever eaten. He quickly demolished the first one, then a second, then another. Before he knew it the brownies were gone. He waited a few minutes to see if he'd explode or turn into a ferret again or something...
After a few minutes with nothing happening Draco shrugged to himself. I guess Aunt Bellatrix was just being nice. he thinks.
Draco went to go brush his teeth again before crawling back into bed and falling into a deep, deep sleep. He would have been suspicious of how deep a sleep it was if he hadn't been you know, sleeping at the time.
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