Dumblemort

Where it all began

HI EVERYONE welcome to the weirdest fic you will probably ever read! I honestly have no idea what I'm doing so please suggest plot ideas and stuff like that. Ok um let's try this and see what happens??

Draco's POV

I walk out of my room, trying to ignore the horrid feeling in my stomach. The Dark Lord has ordered me to come downstairs immediately. I know this is going to be something horrible but I can't imagine what I've done. I guess I'll just have to find out.

I enter the dining hall nervously, trying to stand up straight with an expressionless face, just like my father had taught me. "Ah, Draco," the Dark Lord smiles maliciously, "have a seat."  I slowly walk over to the chair at the head of the table, opposite him. Normally I would have never been allowed to sit down. I saw my mother shift uncomfortably.

"Thank you, my Lord," I bowed my head respectfully. "You might be wondering why I have ordered you here, Draco," Voldemort hissed. "I need to speak to you, privately."

My mother gasped and grabbed my father's arm. My mind is racing one thousand miles a minute. What could I have done wrong? I've followed every one of his orders. Does he know about Potter? He can't possibly know. I'm not going to die. I promised Harry I'd be back at Hogwarts next year. I'll be fine. I'll be okay. It'll be okay.

My palms started sweating as the death eaters left, my parents walking away reluctantly.  I'll be okay. I'll be okay.

"Draco," The Dark Lord started calmly. "How's school?" I sat there bewildered, before quickly responding before he punished me.

"It is going well, my Lord," I tried not to stutter. "Very good," The Dark Lord replied. It felt as if I were speaking to a distant relative I only ever saw at Christmas. I can't die. I need to stay alive. For Harry.

"Draco, I am going to share with you information you must not share with a living soul," the words slithered out of his mouth like a snake. "Thank you, my Lord," I reply.

"If you so much as utter a word about this, to anyone, I will feed you to Nagini," he continued. I sat there with a blank expression, not knowing how to react. What information would he want to share with me?

"I'm gay," he spat. He sounded so disappointed in himself. I was absolutely shocked. This has got to be some sick joke. He must know about me and Harry. He is doing this to get inside my head. He knows. This is all just some sick joke. He knows. He's going to kill me. I'm going to die.

"I'm interested in your headmaster, Albus," he said. I could tell it was extremely difficult for him to say.

I wasn't sure what to do. Is he serious? He can't be serious. No way. What am I supposed to say? What do I do?

"I need you to find out, if he... is interested in me," The Dark Lord finished. I couldn't believe my ears. "Yes, my Lord."

"You are dismissed." I quickly got up and walked swiftly up to my room. The Dark Lord, gay? Bloody hell.

SO DID YOU LIKE IT???? This was EXTREMELY hard to write because it's so out of character for Voldemort to be saying this kind of stuff so it's hard to make it sound like him. I dunno, I tried my best. I know this chapter is short, it's just to start off with. Updates will be slow, but I'll try my best.