Flying for Death

Flying for Death

Prologue- The Betrayal

"I have a task for you, my faithful Death Eater." A slightly high pitched voice echoed softly through the dark and nearly empty room. Only a fireplace full of dark embers shone light into the black sea of air. A broken chair lay on the floor-- it only had three legs-- who knew where the fourth was. A clock stopped at 7:13 hung on the wall, its glass long since shattered and still lying on the floor. A family portrait also hung on the wall. It was covered in so much dust the figures were just ghostly shadows. The rotting paint, dulled with age was peeling off the walls. Whether it was blue or yellow who could tell now? On the far wall one shredded curtain hung by a thread and gently blew in the breeze of the broken window. The moonless night made the room seem even darker.

"Yes master, I will do anything you ask of Me," replied a second voice; the owner of this voice was kneeling in front of the fire facing someone unseen. His voice shuddered slightly and his hands were trembling. He did indeed fear what the dark lord would ask of him now. He hoped he would not have to attack the school. The attack on Hogwarts was coming soon; his master could not resist long. With the hood of his cloak up his face was totally hidden. This was just as he liked it- it hid the fear that was most likely written on his face. A wisp of blond hair fell out of the hood of his floor length cloak.

The first figure remained in the shadows hidden from his servant's eyes. He paused for a moment to give his following words a more powerful edge. He knew how to command respect especially if it was not given freely.

"I have realized that your devotion is somewhat lacking. Don't interrupt!" he shouted as his servant stammered something about always being loyal. He continued, "As I was saying, your service has never really been complete unlike that of my faithful Bella. You have another very distracting loyalty that takes time away from me."

He paused trying purposefully again to be dramatic. "I want you to kill...your wife and child. They have never been supporters of me they do not even respect my authority." His voice flared at the thought of them not worshiping him. He continued know his every word was being absorbed, "once this is task is finished then your devotion to me really will be complete. Then you can take your place by my side; you and Bella will be my most trusted."

Lucius's hood fell off his head as he stood up, fully revealing himself in the dying embers. He smiled at the thought of being so loved by his master but his eyes held a worry and sadness for the coming mission. "Yes my lord, I will do as you wish." Lucius Disapparated from the dark, dreary room leaving a truly evil being alone in the shadows once again.

Miles away a light shown on a young man, he was in a deep sleep and did not appear to notice. In one word the best description of this boy, who was not really a boy any more, was pale. His hair was so blond it seemed white especially in the dark of the night. His eyes, though closed now in sleep, were the palest blue they sometimes seemed almost clear. He looked so peaceful, he had his arms wrapped around one of his pillows, and he was snoring softly. He kicked his leg as if running from something in his dream.

His bedroom door was held open and his father stood watching him sleep. Their was a light in the hall that was shinning into the room it did not disturb his sleep so his father continued to stand there, dreading what he would have to do.

Draco was always a disappointment; he always made him so angry. Lucius thought his anger came from Draco being so like his mother Lucius's wife, Narcissa. They were both too soft and not as faultless as Malfoys should be. Perhaps, he thought, he was just afraid of his son turning out like him. He pushed him, but Draco was not good enough. He was never good enough. Lucius thought of what his own father would say about what a son he had raised. His own father would surely be disappointed, but Draco was his only child.

He sighed deep in thought. Draco stirred and rolled over to get the light out of his face but stayed asleep. As Lucius watched his only son he decided it could wait until tomorrow. Nothing had to be done tonight; the Dark Lord would understand. He would give him one more night of sleep, one more dream, one more night...

Lucius left his son's room and went to spend his very last night with his beautiful, loving wife even though he knew she wished him miles away.