The Man Who Sold His Soul

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when

Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend

Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes

I thought you died alone, a long, long time ago

Draco looked into the face of Voldemort, his master. He'd never actually met Voldemort prior to this, but he'd known from the start he was a follower of the dark lord as he'd been raised in that way.

'Your father speaks highly of you,' the dark wizard said, touching Draco's face with his wand. 'He seems to think you'll make a loyal Death Eater.'

'Oh, I will,' said Draco, biting back nerves. 'I'll be the best.'

'Is that so?' said Voldemort. 'Walk with me, young Malfoy, and we'll discuss your duties as a Death Eater, now that you're magical education is complete.'

Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World

'Blood spill is something you must grow accustomed to,' Voldemort said, leading Draco down the dark alley. 'I'm certain your father has told you that many times.'

'Oh yes,' said Draco. 'He's taught me most I know. He taught me to hate Mudbloods. And he taught me to respect the dark arts.'

'And he taught you to love power,' said Voldemort, placing his long fingered hand on Draco's shoulder.

'Yes, he taught me most I know,' said Draco.

'Did he also teach you to put your master before yourself?' Voldemort questioned. 'It is a quality every Death Eater requires.'

Draco swallowed hard, trying with great difficulty to hold his tears back. 'He showed me that only a day ago,' he said. 'He taught me as he took the fall for you.'

'I shall always have my followers to take care of me,' said Voldemort. 'And I know you'd protect me well. Especially now that Potter is gone.'

'It's thanks to my father that Potter's gone,' said Draco. 'He did it for you.'

'But without me, Lucius could have never become anything,' said Voldemort. 'And without me, you will become nothing.'

I laughed and shook his hand, made my way back home
I searched for farm to land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazley stare, we walked a million hills
I must have died alone, a long, long time ago

'I'm here to serve you,' said Draco.

'Sign your soul away,' said Voldemort. 'Sign your soul away to darkness and become something, young Malfoy. Serve your lord.'

'Yes, my lord,' said Draco.

'Just as your father did,' said Voldemort. 'Rid the world of Muggles.'

'Yes, my lord,' said Draco, picturing a world filled with only pure blood wizards.

Who knows? Not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World

'Rid the world of Mudbloods,' the dark lord hissed.

'Yes, my lord,' said Draco, setting his mind to Hermione Granger. He'd seen her with Harry Potter so many times. Watched her fall in love with Ron Weasley. He'd been jealous of her every time she collected points for Gryffindor, but secretly, he'd admired her. Almost wanted to be like her, although he'd never tell a living soul. But she was to blame for his father's death; she'd gotten in the way. She'd tried to save Potter, and killed Lucius in doing so. And even though Harry Potter had died, Draco still wanted his revenge.

'With time, young Malfoy,' said Voldemort, 'all power will be ours, we will rule the world; you and I. You will take your father's place, and you will serve your lord.'

'Yes, my lord,' said Draco.

'We do not need Muggle lovers either,' said Voldemort. 'And it is you who will dispose of the Muggle lovers. It is the Weasley family you will dispose of first.'

Draco didn't speak.

'You will do it,' said Voldemort. 'It is your duty as my Death Eater.'

'Every last one of them?" said Draco.

'Every last one of them,' Voldemort replied.

Draco's stomach churned as he thought about the Weasleys. One Weasley in particular: Ginny Weasley, the only girl, the youngest of the Weasleys. Her fiery red hair, her freckled nose. He'd used her only three months before, used her to anger Potter. But he'd fallen in love with her, as wrong as it may have been, he'd fallen in love.

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World

But he had a duty; as a Malfoy; as his father's son. If the dark lord commanded it, anything would have to suffice. Even if it meant murdering the only girl he'd ever loved, he'd do it. He'd do it for revenge; he'd do it for his dead father; he'd do it for his lord.