Draco flung open the door to his room after the JA meeting. His tattoo was bothering the crap out of him. He quickly took off his shirt and looked at it closely. The Dark Lord would be calling soon, he knew that.

Draco was laying on his bed in his room. His shirt was off and he was looking at the mark on his arm for what must have been the three hundreth time. He always did that when he was worried about something. Even before he had the mark placed there he looked at that part of his arm, imagining what it would be like to have one ( Read more... )

Draco was sprawled out on his bed. He really hadn't left his room all day. Everything that happened last night exhausted him. The Dark Lord had called for the first time in weeks. Draco was going nuts from the lack of bloodshed the last few weeks. Turns out the Dark Lord wanted him to go out with his Uncles and go convince a few Ministry officials ( Read more... )

The tapping of a beak on the window was what woke Draco up this morning. He went to the window and paid the newspaper owl quickly, not wanting to disturb Jonathon. He was pleased to see a glittering Dark Mark hovering over what used to be Ernie MacMillan's cabin.

Front page again! thinks Draco smirking. His Father would be proud...oh wait, no he ( Read more... )

Draco got back into school around ten in the morning. He was relatively blood free. The only mark on him (other than the Dark one) was a slight burn mark on his cheek from where he dodged a curse thrown at him. He and Nott hadn't expected MacMillan to be waiting for them. As soon as they walked in the door MacMillan threw two curses their way; Nott ( Read more... )

Draco feels the Dark Lord calling him seconds before the almost-healed Dark Mark begins to burn into his arm. It was time. He was suppose to go to England to meet Theodore Nott and together they were supposed to...take care of Ernie MacMillan. The Dark Lord wasn't specific as to how, but since he was sending two people it was obvious that he didn't ( Read more... )