The Task of Draco Malfoy

The Task

It was a small room filled with a blinding white light with a small light cherry wood and black desk with an orange and white apple laptop. There was a woman with dark brown hair and fiery red streaks that was up in a tear drop, sitting at the desk in a black chair spinning around in it singing, "Wanksta" by 50 Cent in a Brooklyn accent.

The young blonde looked around at the white room and took a hesitant step towards the woman, "Excuse me?"

The brunette took off her head phones, "Hm?" her blue-grey eyes looking at him with mild curiosity.

"Where am I?"

"Didn't read the sign on your way in I take it," the woman answered dryly, her voice not in a Brooklyn accent like when she was singing, but a Midwest accent, glaring at the blonde.

"No, where is this place? This sure doesn't look like Hell ... or Heaven for that matter." He was beginning to get aggravated by the short answers she was giving him.

"Well some people call it Limbo and 'The White Light.' But it's really called The Demented Room, I believe it's self-explanatory really. Only special cases get brought here, now tell me your name so we can get to business. Well, really to see if you took the wrong door like some of the other dipshits that interrupted my writing." She just looked at him waiting for his name.

"Um ... The Demented Room ... where the hell did you come up with that? My name's Draco Malfoy," the grey-eyed man ended his name with pride, which the women noticed and smirked.

"I have no damn clue where they thought of it. Now let me look for a Draco Malfoy on here..." she typed for a few minutes looking for his file. "Draco Malfoy ... yes, here it is, murdered July 5th by Lucius Malfoy with the Avada Kedavra curse-joy another wizard, you people are the hardest to deal with-over matters of joining Voldemort.

"Well you have a 'mission' of some sort. You must go to Earth and convince a certain artramentous-wow didn't know I knew that word--young man by the name of Harry Potter to fall in love with you," she finished evilly, getting a look from Draco Malfoy that was to priceless for words.

"Potter? You actually believe that I'd have Harry Potter fall in love with me? Where the fuck did you think of this sick and twisted thing that I have to do? And who the fuck do you think you are?" Draco yelled at the woman, her eyes becoming wide with shock that Draco would get angry by his task.

"It's either this or being a ghost and floating around for the rest of eternity. I'm not the one who thought of it. I just gave you the task. That was my task. I have to tell everyone what they're to do. It was either this or Hell and I chose this. So what are you choosing? Your task or being a spirit? Take all the time you need. I'm in no hurry," she answered coolly and sat back in her chair glaring at him.

"Who exactly are you?"

"I am Aeryn, so what will it be, young Malfoy?"

Draco stared blankly at Aeryn for a moment or two before answering. "Fine, I'll take the task."

"Good. Now, to everyone you'll appear alive but you'll know you're not. You'll have as much time as needed to do this, when your task is over you will appear back here and I will tell you where you'll end up. Now be on your way."

"But what about Lucius, he'll know that he killed me. What do I do about him?"

"Oh right, you wouldn't have known... Lucius committed suicide right after he murdered you."

Before Draco could ask anything else he appeared at number 4 Privet Drive.