1 The Dark Mark

Draco's Point of view

Draco stood on the ground, his eyes down not daring to look in the eyes of the Darkest witch of all times, Morana.

"dear, do you swear to serve me?" she asked in her deadly voice.

"y-yes my lady." he replied.

"very well, then have it." she hissed and pointed her wand to his forearm. Pain shot up his arm but he held ground not daring to look weak in front of her and then the pain suddenly stopped. "Ah!! welcome Draco!! You have become one of us now!!"

A cheer erupted at the table. He looked over to his parents, Magnus and Cassandra Francis. His mother looked sad whereas there was a proud gleam in his father's eyes. They beckoned him to sit with them. Draco walked over and sat between them. Morana sat at the head table and beamed at them and then turned to me.

"Draco, you have now become one of us and now I want to assign you your first task," she said. "Aria Rosewood, the witch who studies at Ilvermorny school of magic. She must be 16 years old but is either a great danger or a great advantage to us. If she joins us and fights by our side, we will rule on this world but if she fights against us...we have a risk. No one can defeat me, the darkest and the most powerful witch of all time but she is gifted or I would rather say mistakenly gifted...by me. Years ago, I had done a mistake which resulted in...in my own loss. But never mind, if today I manage to finish her, one will be in my way. No one can stop me from ruling the world. And now Draco Francis, I want you to either bring her on my side or kill her."

When she said the last word, Draco felt like someone had struck a sword, straight through his heart.

"k-kill her, my lady?" he asked.

"Yes Draco, is it hard work for you?" she hissed.

"n-no my lady," he said.

"very well. You have the whole year to yourself. If you manage to do it, you will be rewarded but if you fail...you will be lucky if I spare your and your family's lives. Dismissed"

She got up and left with her long cloak sliding behind her. Draco sat where he was. He definitely had hatred towards Aria Rosewood, but...k-kill her? He couldn't do it. No. Never. but he had to ensure the safety of his and his families lives...

"Draco." his father called. "you are very lucky that she has chosen you for such an honour. We had to do a lot of hard work to gain her trust, but you got it so easily. You are lucky. Just make sure, you obey her and full fill her wishes or...or she will not spare us and neither will I spare you." and with that, he left too.

His mother rubbed his arm to comfort him. but he couldn't find any comfort. He just felt lost. Aria Rosewood had always been his enemy. A muggle-born, who was good at everything. A muggle-born who got the best marks and was always the favourite of teachers. Draco always envied her. She had best friends and was always the centre of attention, but killing her...

He got up and made his way towards his room. He opened the room to be met with a dark aura. His room was decorated with black with white diamonds which is made it elegant. The walls were coloured black while white diamond ornaments hung on the wall. There was a huge bed and a huge chandelier hung above it. There was a cabinet in which many books were arranged neatly. He slammed the door shut and sat on edge of his bed, frustrated. Morana's words kept repeating in his head.

"she is gifted or I would rather say mistakenly gifted...you must kill her...and then I will be invulnerable."

Draco sighed frustrated. He wondered what was a mistake that Morana regrets so wistfully. What had she done? What had she done which gave Aria the power to defeat her? if she calls herself the darkest and the most powerful witch of all times, why is she scared of a 16-year-old girl?

Draco pulled up his sleeve and there he could see it, a black skull and a snake slithering. The Dark Mark. Draco thought a bit. Even his parents were serving her for their whole lives, weren't they? But they didn't mind serving her, after all, they shared her believes and supported her. But killing off people was bad, and killing off a 16-year-old was especially bad... Draco's trail of thoughts was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"come in" he called. His mother walked in. Draco rolled his eyes and tried to look unbothered by the latest events, while inside it was killing him. Draco's mother came towards him and sat beside him.

"Draco," she said. "I know you didn't want to do this. But we have got no choice. We have to obey her and then we will be free."

Draco scoffed, "free? we will never be free, mother. The moment I accepted to serve her, i-it means I have to serve her for my life."

"I-I know Draco but don't dare disobey her. You know the consequences. Tomorrow you will leave for school. Start packing."

"I will" he replied quietly.

"Draco i just came to check on you if you are alright."

"i am"

"Do you have anything in your mind about how you will do it?" she asked.

"Yes. it's easy. point your wand and then say the spell." he replied as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

"Y-you mean k-kill her?" she asked, "Draco, don't you think i-it would be easier if you try to bring her towards our side?"

"No. We are enemies. it would be a rare incident to see us hardly look at each other." he replied.

"um...I-I agree but...at least try, as killing would be too violent."

"I'll see." h replied

"okay take care," she said and left. Draco sighed and concentrated on a spell and soon the trunk was packed with all his stuff inside. Ilvermorny school was a specialist in wandless magic. He went to bed thinking about what will await him tomorrow and slowly drifted off to sleep.