Interstellar || Draco Malfoy

41 || Chosen One

At the start of the summer, Draco and I spent it together and in silence. Both Narcissa and Lucius had been very busy. So busy, in fact, that they'd sent a house elf to retrieve Draco and I from Platform 9 ¾ instead of coming themselves. It wasn't until a week into the summer holiday that we discovered why.

"Draco, Desdemona!" Lucius called in a tone I'd never heard before. "Please come down here!"

Narcissa had just finished dressing Draco and I- he in a full suit, and I in a black dress. Draco grabbed my hand and led us downstairs; neither of us noticed the snake on my ring had its head coiled and raised until we were already at the bottom of the stairs. Standing before us at the bottom of the stairs was Lucius, looking eagerly up at the notorious Lord Voldemort.

"This is your son?" The Dark Lord rasped, looking between Draco and Lucius.

"Y-yes, my Lord." Lucius nodded.

"And, who is this one?" Voldemort questioned, peering down at me with his beady eyes.

"This is-" Lucius started.

"Desdemona Littlesea," I answered, cutting Lucius off. "Sir."

"So brave, for a half-blood." Voldemort mused, smiling darkly at me.

"She's very smart, my Lord." Lucius rushed out. "It's the only reason we kept her around for so long."

"Not the only reason, I see." Voldemort commented, his narrowed eyes focused on Draco's hand in mine. Draco noticed where his gaze was and squeezed my hand, causing Voldemort's eyes to narrow even further.

"I- I can fix-" Lucius started, looking between Voldemort and his son.

"No." Voldemort said, silencing Lucius. "No need. Draco, Desdemona come with me."

Voldemort turned, making his way to the dining room.

"What is he doing here?" Draco asked his father in a heated whisper.

"Just, do as he says. Both of you." Lucius hissed, shoving the both of us forward. Together we walked into the dining room, finding three empty seats beside Voldemort. The rest of the seats at the Malfoy's' grand dining table were filled by notorious Death Eaters, including the fathers of both of my best friends.

"My new friends," Voldemort announced, gesturing to the two empty seats on either side of him. "Sit beside me."

Draco pulled his hand from mine, pulling out a chair and gesturing for me to sit. He tucked the chair beneath the table and walked around to his own seat, sitting down across from me with a small frown.

"Thank you." I murmured.

"You're welcome, love." Draco offered me a small smile, but it did little to settle my nerves.

"Welcome, Draco. Desdemona." The second time Voldemort said my name, I could almost taste the bitterness with which he spoke.

"Yes, welcome Draco." A woman spoke from beside me. Her unruly curly hair rivaled my own and I recognized her from the Daily Prophet; Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Thank you, my Lord." Draco nodded. "Thank you, Aunt Bellatrix."

"And Desdemona," Bellatrix said my name with hidden disgust. "You're the half-blood who stole my little Draco's heart?"

"Yes." I answered simply, turning and looking into her black eyes.

"Filthy little mu-" She hissed, her dark eyes alight with hatred.

"Not now, Bellatrix." Voldemort rasped, causing the loose cannon beside me to settle down. Her head lowered and she shrank back in her chair.

"Sorry, my Lord." She whispered.

"Your time will come, Bella." Voldemort then turned his attention to Draco, as Bellattrix's hand began to wrap around my forearm. "Draco, I have a task for you."

"Yes?" Draco inquired, eyes flashing between my panicked expression and Voldemort.

"I want you to fix a vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirement." Voldemort said. "It has a twin, at Borgin and Burkes, and we will use it to come to Hogwarts."

"I can do that." Draco nodded as Bellatrix's hand tightened further around my forearm. His eyes met mine as Bellatrix's nails began to dig into my skin.

"And I want you to kill Albus Dumbledore." Voldemort requested, placing a hand on the head of a large snake, one that slithered onto the table and had its sights set on me.

"What?" Draco gasped, causing Bellatrix's grip to tighten. Her nails would start to break skin if she kept this up.

"I have chosen you to kill Albus Dumbledore. And, should you refuse to kill the headmaster at Hogwarts, I will hand Desdemona to Bellatrix, who seems to have already dug her nails into the filthy mudblood." Voldemort mused, sending the table into a round of laughter.

"I-I'll do it!" Draco blurted, his expression full of panic. "There's no need to hurt Desdemona."

"Yes, I knew you would." Voldemort nodded towards Bellatrix, who grabbed me out of my chair and pressed her jagged want to my throat. "I'll be keeping your little friend until the tasks are finished."

Bellatrix laughed maniacally into my ear, pressing her wand further into the tender flesh of my neck.

"Should you decide not to complete the task, or... should you fail," Voldemort looked over at Bellatrix.

"I'm going to kill your little girlfriend." Bellatrix finished. Draco stood, pushing his chair back so harshly it nearly clattered to the floor. A look of distress washed over his features, and Voldemort looked on with obvious amusement.

"Draco," I whispered, feeling the point of Bellatrix's wand scratch against my throat. "It's okay. Do as he says."

"Smart girl." Voldemort mused. "Listen to her, Draco, and she will survive."

"Alright." Draco nodded. "I'll mend the cabinet, and I will kill Albus Dumbledore."

"Excellent, Draco!" Voldemort grinned sinisterly. "I knew you would see reason. Now, present your left arm to me."

Draco shrugged out of his suit jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeve. He held out his exposed left arm for Voldemort to take, which he did. Voldemort pressed his wand to Draco's forearm, earning a gasp from Draco. His eyes filled with tears, but he refused to let them fall. Draco gritted his teeth until the Dark Mark appeared on his skin. Voldemort released Draco's arm roughly, and waved his hand at Bellatrix. Quickly, and without much warning, Bellatrix dragged me down into the cellar of the Malfoy's manor.

"You'll stay here, filthy mudblood." Bellatrix sneered, tossing me to the cold floor. She slammed the cellar's barred door shut and disappeared up the steps. Another door shut, and I was left in the damp cellar with only two dimly lit lamps. I sighed, finding a semi-comfortable position to sit in, knowing that I would not be leaving any time soon.