A Thorn-Torn Soul

Chapter two

Death, blood, and terror; she lay on the cold stone floor and all around her death eater with sharp swords pointed at her. Goblins stood in between the death eater holding decapitated heads of wizards in their fists, screams from the men outside holding their wives who have been tore limb from limb, and scattered severed parts cover the fields outside like ghastly confetti. Everywhere was screams of the dying and the dead. And blood, so much blood, the stone floor where she lay is covered with it.

Lord Voldemort stood over the girl holding a sword. He rise it up and pushed it into her---

Harry bolted awoke, covered in a cold sweat and feeling nauseated. He rolled over in bed and buried his face in his arms. It wasn't just a nightmare it was real. Every cut, scream, death eater, and Lord Voldemort. He sat up in bed, letting the cold moonlight touch hid face.

"Ron, you awake?" Harry asked.

"What?" Ron woke.

"I think Lord Voldemort is going to kill Hermione," Harry whispered.

"WHAT?" Ron screamed.

"Shh, you don't want to wake anyone up, do you?"

"Bet you anything Malfoy had something to do with this."

"Malfoy?"

"Remember in Potions?"

"Yeah, you don't think?"

"I know so,"

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Draco sighed as he stepped through the large oak front doors that lead into the Malfoy Manor. To Draco, it was like taking a step into hell. He was dreading what was going to happen in three days...his birthday. For most people, they look forward to their birthdays. But for Draco, it was the total opposite. His birthday meant becoming a death eater.

Draco didn't want that at all. He despised his father and Voldemort and wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. But sadly enough, he knew it was going to happen. It was after all the family prophecy, and there was nothing Draco could do to change it. He had thought of running away many times, but it was worthless because Voldemort always had a way of tracking people down sooner or later.

As Draco swept through the large hallway and into one of the many living rooms of the Malfoy Manor, he saw his mother sitting on of the armchairs. For the time being, his spirits lifted.

"Draco," Narcissa Malfoy called out to her son wrapping him in a big hug, Draco gladly returned.

Draco hadn't felt a hug like this in a long time. Sure he had been hugged before many times, but it wasn't the same as the genuine touch of his mother. In fact, Draco had nearly dated all of the girls in his year. But Draco knew the only reason they went out with him was because he had become quite good-looking. At school, girls followed Draco, but for one.

When Narcissa finally let go of her son, she stood back in awe in at how grown and handsome he become.

"Draco," she said smiling at him. "My you have grown!"

"Thanks, mum," he said returning the smile.

"How's school?" she asked returning to he seat on the chair.

"Well, you know, the usual," Draco replied sitting across from her.

"Any lady in your life?" Narcissa asked laughing to herself as she saw Draco blush.

"Well, just Pansy again. She just can't stand to be away from me," Draco said still blushing.

"Oh," Narcissa replied teasing him. "I see, just another groupie, huh?"

"Exactly." He was about to say something else when Lucius Malfoy walked into the room breaking the moment of happiness.

"Draco," he said sternly. "I need to see you in my office."

"Yes sir," Draco replied no longer smiling.

He got up and followed his father down a long hallway, past many doors, and into tiny office. There was a foul smell in the air and Draco knew what was coming.

"I would like you to meet someone," Lucius said in an evil tone pointing towards a large armchair that was facing the fire. Draco could not see the person's face, but he already knew who it was.

"Ah, if it isn't young Draco," the icy voice said making the hair on Draco's body stand on end. "It's a pleasure to meet you and I'm very appreciative that you will soon be joining my side." Draco gulped. "In three days you shall become one of my death eaters and I am very glad to have you on my side. Sooner or later they'll realize the power of Lord Voldemort is stronger then any power of the light side." The voice laughed an evil laugh that sent chills through Draco's body making him shiver all over.

"My lord, you wanted to see Malcom also?" Lucius asked his lord.

"Yes, bring him in," the voice said.

Lucius left the room leaving Draco to Lord Voldemort.

"Tell me Draco, how do you suppose we can use you in our plan to get rid of potter?" the voice asked.

Draco said nothing.

"Answer me," yelled the voice.

But Draco couldn't move or speak. Draco wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak to that hideous creature that was going to ruin his life.

"Crucio!" it yelled and Draco fell to the floor screaming in pain.

"This is who I'm suppose to work with?" Malcom's voice asked the dark lord.

"Ah young Malcom, young Draco was feeling the Crucio spell the same as every death eater has." He said.

Draco lay there on the floor, his body still aching with pain. Lucius looked at his son, giving him a look of such loathing that Draco had to look away. It was bad enough that Lucius beats his son, but to let someone else do it?

"Get up Draco," Lucius kicked his son in the side.

Draco got to his feet holding his side, looking at Malcom who wore all black. His silvery black hair was gel back on his head.

"Malcom Goshawk," he said.

"Draco," Draco breathed.

"Do we have the girl I asked for?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, my lord," Malcom replied.

"Good, now take this little bastard to see her," Voldemort coughed.

Malcom nodded and took Draco by the arm pulling him out of the office. Malcom took Draco up three sets of stairs, down seven different hallways, and up another set of stairs that leads to the tower dungeons.

"Wait here," Malcom told Draco going into the dungeons.

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Hermione stared down at the stone floor with tears rolling down her face. She would love to be with Harry and Ron right then. She didn't care if Harry and her weren't talking she wanted to be with him.

"I wish I was with Harry," she cried.

"Potter is going to be dead in three days, love." Malcom came in.

Hermione looked up at him.

"See, you have no idea why you're here and what is going to happen to you. All you know is that you're in a dungeon somewhere, getting married to me, and that Harry is going to die," Malcom sneered.

"You wouldn't," she cried.

Malcom laughed.

"You evil mother_"

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Draco heard a female scream making him jump.