Crystal Power

Chapter 1: - Rules

"Choose your path wisely, dark isn't always the way to go," Dominique told him. "I can talk to you through your dreams, handing out relevant information. But I must issue the rules of the crystal wand."

Draco awoke with a start; in his hand was an ancient piece of parchment. He lit the wand and looked at it. In green ink a set of rules were written.

'Rules of the crystal wand

1. The wand holds the power of life and death.

2. The wand is for the sole use of the intended.

3. The wand must be used carefully.

4. The path that is chosen must be pursued to the end.

5. The wand will be automatically destroyed with the death of the intended.

6. The wand is eternally the possession of the creator.'

The rules flew from his hand once he'd read them. They placed themselves into a frame and onto his bedroom wall. Draco shook his head and ventured over to the wall, skimming his eyes over the list.

"Great, now they tell me," he sighed before returning to bed. He tossed for what seemed like hours, and then footsteps sounded outside. An abrupt knock followed. "Yes," he growled.

"My Lord," Lucius held his head low. "I apologize for disturbing you, but some of your followers have travelled vast distances to meet you."

"What?" Draco said in bewilderment.

"I am so proud that my son is destined to be the greatest Dark Lord of all time. Forgive me, we will wait in the drawing room." With that he left. Draco was puzzled; he remained in bed thinking.

"My Lord? The greatest Dark Lord of all time?" he silently asked. "Maybe all these years of torturing have mad him lose it." Draco tossed back the sheets and got up. Throwing on a robe he decided to discover what Lucius was on about. He tucked the wand away and then breezed out of the room. The drawing room was full of people, some he recognised, and others he wasn't so sure about. They bowed at him as he swept into the room. He said nothing and tried to identify everyone mentally. This, he found, was futile, as he couldn't easily identify them by their hair.

"Who are you?" he asked impatiently. His father stood and each man raised his head.

"Allow me," Lucius said. "These are former Death Eaters: Parkinson, Knott, Avery and Zabini. You know these from school, Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini Junior. These others are from as far away as the Middle East and America, my Lord."

"My Lord, I'm Steve Ross. Houston, Texas," said a presumably tall man with darkish hair.

"Fran§oise Houllier, Normandy, France. Moi seigneur." The man reminded Draco of Professor Snape, only with a strong French accent.

"Lee Dart, United Arab Emirates, my Lord." This continued around four or five others, but Draco had tuned out.

'They all think I'm some great evil, how do they know I won't choose the other side?' he thought. 'What evil thing could I do? What good thing could I do? Their side has Potter, the Mudblood and Weasley, why would they need me?'

"What shall we do, my Lord?" Crabbe asked. Draco nearly laughed; his henchmen were finally calling him Lord.

"I don't know, I am unsure myself. Any recommendations?"

"The ministry is about to appoint a new minister my Lord. I believe Percy Weasley is the prime candidate. After all, his father was the last." A smile crept of Draco's face.

"Very well, tomorrow, we shall take the Weasley family. They are close to Potter and it'll cause a stir." With that he left. He could get used to this.

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Houllier had presented Draco with some new robes; they were exquisite. Green velvet, lined with black silk, the matching cloak had a silver clasp shaped like two entwined snakes. Being a new Dark Lord had its advantages. The following hours were spent preparing for the attack on the Weasleys.

"We attack at dawn," Draco said finally. "Then we return here. If Potter is there, stun him. I'm not going to wait around forever like Voldemort, I'm coming too."

They sat around waiting until the sun poked around over the hills. Draco had changed into the new robes, which were surprisingly cool. Then they Apparated to the Burrow.

* * * * *

Lucius flung the door of the bizarre house (though Draco didn't call it that) open. Draco stood ominously in the opening. A short plump woman approached them, met by shouting:

"AVADA KEDAVRA." Her scream echoed and suddenly several red-faced people with matching red hair came bounding down the stairs. A cruel smile twisted onto Draco's face. "Weasley, how nice to join us."

"MALFOY!" Ron Weasley shouted lunging towards him. Lucius intercepted him instead and the followers stalked inside.

"Take him and the girl back, kill the rest," Draco commanded slipping the crystal wand back into his robes. He then Apparated back to the mansion, Lucius and Dart returned quickly with two of the red haired Weasleys. "Put them in the dungeons," he ordered, grinning.

"Yes my Lord," Lucius answered.

"Lord? What Malfoy, does your daddy dearest have to address you as Lord?" Ron asked smirking.

"Silence, you should be humbled in the presence of the greatest Dark Lord ever." Lucius struck the red head boy across the face.

"Look Weasel; grow up. Mummy and Daddy are indisposed," Draco said, smirking.

"I hate you!" the red haired girl suddenly exploded, breaking free of her captor. She ran towards Draco and pounded on his chest. "I hate you, I hate you!"

"Take him to the dungeon, leave her here," he commanded gripping her arm tightly. They nodded and escorted Ron away behind the portrait. The young man kept his grip and maintained silence until everyone had returned. He dismissed them and ordered not to be disturbed. They filed out and then he magically sealed the door.

"I hate you!" she spat once they were alone, tears rolled down her face. He released her and sat down in the chair by the window.

"What is your name?" he asked, staring out across the grounds.

"My name?" her voice became softer, surprised by the question.

"Yes, I know you hang around Potter's feet, but your parents must have given you a name, if nothing else."

"Virginia - and don't you dare speak of my parents like that, they were hard working and honest," she snapped, her eyes flashing as her anger flared.

"Very well Virginia. Sit." His gaze never left the lush green lawns. She obeyed, not comprehending. "Now, understand this, I hold your brother's and your lives in my hand. With one word you can be dead or released, it rests in your charge."

"Look here Malfoy..." she began.

"Draco," he corrected, resting his head on his hand.

"Look, I'm not going to be bullied." Her voice sounded bitter.

"Oh." He turned to look at her. Her pyjamas were well worn, and very revealing. "Who's bullying you?"

Her big brown eyes glistened. "You are spiteful. Why did you do that? What have we ever done to you?"

"Who ever said I hated you?" he asked.

"You murdered my family; you're horrid. I want you to get on with it and kill me." Her voice cracked as she yelled, "Do it Malfoy and then I never have to live like this."

"Call me Draco!" he snapped. "Look, I'm not going to kill you. No one understands, why would you?"

He stopped, stood up and walked towards the door. Virginia turned and stared at him.

"Where are you going?"

"What? Do you want to spend the rest of the day in here or in the dungeons with your brother?"

"No," she sighed, biting on her lip.

"Well, come on then. I'm tired of seeing these walls." He opened the door and held it for her to follow.

"What about Ron?" she asked.

"He'll be fine." He then pulled the crystal wand on her and invisible bindings pulled her out of the chair. Virginia was pulled out and then Draco led her outside. The sun was already casting warming rays out onto the grass. He sat down pulling her invisibly down to join him.

"Torture would be so much fun if I could do it out here," he said. His smirk was so... so Malfoy.

"You're not going to torture me are you?" She sounded so childlike, so unlike the Virginia that had first set foot in Malfoy Mansion. He looked at her, eyebrow raised, sneering.

"And why would I do that?"

"I don't know; you killed my mother. You've got my brother chained up." Her voice sounded sarcastic and bitter.

"I killed no one; your brother is simply in the dungeons. After what he's put me through for the past seven years do you think I'd be hospitable?"

"What he put you through? What do you mean, you put him, us through so much more," she snapped back.

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