The Magi Wars

The Magi Wars

Chapter I: To prove myself

They were all dead. Bellatrix lay there in the street, her body cold and stiff, along with the rest of the Mindwreckers that took her out. And Draco was dying as well. As he lay on the floor, staring blankly at the raindrops washing away his blood, he heard footsteps. A familiar voice drawing closer. Death Eaters were on the prowl, and he could do nothing but lie on the ground.

"You, blood-traitor!" a voice yelled, It was Rodolphus. "Y--you let them kill Bellatrix! I knew we should have never entrusted you this errand."

Draco knew that his time was near. The Death Eaters were closing on him. He could already feel the mind-numbing and excruciating pain of the Cruciatus curse.

But as the Death Eaters were approaching, the sudden screeching of wheels was heard near, the doors of a car were opened, and other voices were heard. Draco remained on the floor when the battle began.

He saw spells being flung above him. He was loosing too much blood and the Mindwrecker's most deadly spells: The Arcus Mortis spell was still crackling through. One thought ran through his mind, the thought of death.

But before he could stop to ponder this, he felt pressure in his back as he was lifted by a woman carrying him in her arms. He tilted his head to avoid the water dripping from the rain soaked dirty blonde hair.

Instead of seeing the black, starless sky, he saw the leather seats of the Rolls Royce the wizards were driving.

"Don't die on us, please!" said the woman's voice, the last voice he heard. It seemed as if every noise and sight had faded into the darkness, and yet, he was still breathing. He thought back, back to when this all began.

* * * * *

It was just a few days after the arrest of his father, Lucius, that Draco was summoned by The Dark Lord. At first he didn't know why; his father usually handled the errands. Even so, now he could prove himself to be a fine pure-blood. The highest in the chain of power (second only to Voldemort), and, more importantly, he could participate in rallying against the filthy Mudbloods who dare to call themselves 'wizards', along with the regular trash of Muggles and squibs.

Draco stood in the main entrance of the abandoned manor looking at the old and musty wooden door. The silence was eerie, not unlike the calm break in the eye of a hurricane.

Draco felt fear seep into his veins, causing shivers through him. Adrenaline pierced every nerve as his hand reached for the rusty doorknob. The door screeched as it swung open. Draco paused. He was alone, without his father to hold his hand, to take care of him, or to keep him safe.

There was a putrid smell filling the air inside. Grime covered the walls, the ceilings, and the floors. Only the library was clean. Standing in front of the dusty fireplace, staring at the flickering flames, was a shrouded figure.

"M-my Lord?" said Draco, shriveling in fear.

The figure was obviously and without a doubt, Voldemort, who turned to face Draco. Emotion was vacant from the reptilian facial features.

"I've been waiting for you, Draco. Come, sit down by the fireplace with me," said Voldemort in a calm, low voice.

"D-did you summon me, My Lord?" said Draco, his legs felt as if they were melting when Voldemort looked at him with his eyes, piercing as daggers, and cracked a wicked grin.

"Why yes, Draco, despite all appearances to the contrary, I do appear to have summoned you," said Voldemort, with a soft hissing voice. "Your father is a very loyal man, and I sincerely hope you are the same. And to test your worth, I have an assignment for you."

Draco was overwhelmed with a mix of excitement and fear An assignment?, he thought, But I'm not ready!

"Why do you doubt, Draco?" said Voldemort, sharply.

"I- I did not want to-"

"But for the moment, you did," Voldemort hissed

"It is not you I doubt my Lord, but my own ability. Please forgive me," Draco said, trying his best not to whimper.

Voldemort chuckled darkly. "We will see if you deserve to be forgiven with this assignment. Though I have regained power, the Death Eaters are hardly what they were before. We've lost too many allies in my absence, and the Order of the Phoenix is gaining too many adepts in the Wizarding World. However, there are wizards amongst the Muggles who have forsaken the Wizarding World in order to achieve their own particular goals. They might prove to be useful tools against our enemies, or even against themselves if they turn to be, shall we say, bothersome."

Draco spoke slowly, picking his words carefully in order to mask his skepticism. "So my assignment, my Lord, is to locate these 'wizards' so that they may aid us in battling the Ministry and the Order?"

"Yes. Do you have a problem with the assignment, Draco?" asked Voldemort.

Draco shivered, his last comment didn't suit well to Voldemort, and he knew that. He wished for Voldemort to understand his hatred and despise towards Muggles and Mudbloods, he wished for his father to be free so he did not need to enter into a place filled with ignorant and loathsome creatures that the Muggles and Mudbloods were.

"No, of course not my Lord! I will do this errand for you," Draco said quickly.

"Excellent. Go now to King Cross station. A Death Eater will meet you to take you to a safe house in Muggle London. Once you get there, you will receive your instructions."

"Yes, my Lord. Thank you."

Draco rose up from the couch, bowed deeply, and scurried away towards the exit. Bellatrix emerged from the shadows, and gave a long and mute hiss.

"My lord, should we trust this child?" said Bellatrix. "It seems a bit... Scared. He could turn the mission into a catastrophe."

"I have my reasons to have chosen him, Bellatrix," said Voldemort, looking at her. "And even if he fails, we would have already planted the seed of discord amongst those half-bloods."

As Draco walked away from the house, he felt a cold shiver running from his spine, he was afraid, but even again, this was a time to prove himself, to make Voldemort - No, his father - to see Draco was obedient.

As Draco walked in King Cross station, he saw a short, burly man with a trimmed beard and a cane for walking.

"Draco Malfoy, I presume," said the man

"Yes, and you are...?"

"Call me Chiron. I'm here to show you how the Muggle world revolves in itself, and the half-bloods that inhabit it."

As Draco and Chiron walked out of the train station, and stepped into the street, Draco thought all of a sudden that now all of the Muggles attention hovered around him, as if everyone knew who he was, this made him feel uneasy...nervous.

He knew that this was not going to be easy, not by a long shot.