Author's note: As the saying goes... All men must die. Quit reading here if you have a weak heart.

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Chapter 12

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I stood white faced and shaking. Hermione noticed my fear and moved behind me, slightly, Shying away from the handsome Mr. Riddle.

“Hello Mr. Riddle, sir.” Dobby squeaked out and turned back to face me. “Is there anything else, Master?”

“Did you teach Draco magic, Dobby?” Riddle asked curtly before I could dismiss the elf.

“No, sir. Master be learning that on his own.” Dobby nodded at me with a smile “Master is very smart. He be making up lots of things.”

I wanted to slap myself awake from this nightmare.

Riddle nodded with a frown. He drew his wand and flicked it. Dobby stiffened and fell to the floor with a clatter. His little beanie rolled off his head as he hit the floor. “You know who I am don't you, Draco?”

I nodded, shakily.

“Then don't lie to me.” He pointed his wand at Dobby. “Or this will happen to you.”

“Crucio.” The Dark Lord intoned.

Dobby didn't twitch he didn't scream or cry out. Be his eyes were pleading with me. Wide and terrified they looked at me, begging for help. Fast little wheezing breaths came from his mouth. His eyes begged me to help him. Begged for the pain to end.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Tell me how you learned wandless magic.” Riddle hissed “I want the secret to how a first year learned something that powerful.”

I shook with fear. Hermione sobbed into my back, quietly. “I invented it, my Lord.” I fell to my knees, Hermione crouched behind me. “I learned it on my own.”

“Do you take me for a fool Draco?” He whipped his wand at the immobilized house elf. A whip of fire emerged and wrapped around Dobby's little throat. He yanked his wand backwards and the whip retracted, taking little Dobby's head with it.

“I'm not lying!” I screamed suddenly. I shook in fury and fear. I stood to my feet “I created the technique myself. I don't know what else you want me to say!” I turned white as I realized just who I was yelling at.

The wand turned on me.

“Crucio.”

The world went white and fuzzy. I could hear someone screaming in agony. Then I felt the pain. It was white hot burning from the inside. Terrible and powerful.

Then it ended.

I lay shaking on the floor. “I believe you, Draco.” The voice of Riddle had gone into the hiss of a man less human and more of a snake. I heard a hissing noise.

“Nagini says that you smell like you are telling the truth.” I watched as the giant snake slithered out from under my fathers desk. It moved over to poor Dobby's body and... I turned my head.

“I can teach you.” I gasped. “It took me months to even do a color changing charm, But I taught Hermione too.”

“Yes. Learning magic from a first year Hogwarts student.” I heard Riddle chuckle. “Is your crying little friend there the Hermione Granger then, I have heard so much about?”

“Your father told me she was the one to teach you wandless magic.” Riddle continued. “Did you lie to your Father, Draco?”

I brought myself back up to my knees and nodded. “I lied to father.” I admitted. “I wanted my parents to like Hermione.”

“You wanted them to like a mudblood, You mean?” Riddle seemed amused. “I also heard that you subjected your classmates to enslavement contracts. Is that also true?”

I nodded once more, my eyes to the floor. Hermione clutched at me as she hid behind my back. “Yes, my Lord. I made slaves of my peers.” I admitted.

The Dark lord laughed out loud. “Look at you boy. You just took a cruciatus and you aren't even crying. You are remarkable. The things I've heard about you are remarkable.” He made another hissing sound to Nagini. Riddle walked over to me and the crouched and shaking Hermione. She had realized who this was, the same as I.

“I will make a deal with you, Draco.” The Dark Lord put his wand under my chin and raised my head to look up at his face. His eyes were not green any longer. They were a deep, glowing red. I felt a trickle of piss leaking down my thigh as I stared up into the Dark Lord's eyes.

“Do you like learning magic, Draco?” The wand was removed from my chin yet I dared not move my head.

“Yes, my Lord.” I admitted. Learning magic was one of my many joys in life.

“I like learning magic as well, Draco.” The Dark Lord confessed. “I like learning new and unexplored branches of magic more than anyone.” He smiled down at me.

“Teach me your magic.” He twirled his wand in his hand. “and I'll give you a choice.”

“I'll spare the life of your mudblood.” Hermione shuddered. “Or you can learn magic from me.”

I knew the answer already. “Please spare her. I'll teach you everything I know.”

The Dark Lord smiled. “Good”

There was a knock on the study door. Riddle looked at the the door and hissed at Nagini. Nagini hissed back.

“Enter, Lucius.”

Father entered the study. He did a double take as he saw me kneeling on the ground. “Master,” He gave me a nervous look. “The others have arrived.”

“I'll see them.” The Dark Lord spoke.”Take your son and his...” Riddle paused, “consort with you.”

Father bowed as Hermione and I scrambled out of his study.

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“What were you thinking? Flooing home like that?” Father asked, enraged. “Do you know how close you were to dying today?”

I nodded. “He killed Dobby.” I muttered

“Dobby...” Lucius trailed off as if in thought. “The elf?” Lucius snorted. “You nearly lost your life you fool boy!”

He cuffed my ear. I didn't even flinch. “Take your pet mudblood, and go to your room. Stay there for the rest of the night. We are having a meeting in the dining room.”

Hermione still clung to me, sobbing quietly.

Voices echoed up from the stairs at the end of the hallway. “Go, Now.”

We entered my bedroom. And Hermione broke into loud tears. I held her as she cried. I thought about my friend. I thought about Dobby the house elf. My most loyal companion.

I saw my trunk at the foot of my bed. I dug around for a moment as Hermione watched me with sad eyes. “Here, eat this.” I passed her a special chocolate bar. “It will help.”

Hermione ate the bar as she sobbed around a mouthful of chocolate. I loaded a bong bowl of hairy Afghan kush as Hermione seemed to calm down.

“You're going to teach magic to You-know-who.” She whispered. “You saved my life.”

I looked over at her as I lit the bowl and took a big hit. I held it in for a few long moments before I let it out. “You are worth more than a few magic lessons from the Dark Lord, Hermione. You are the world to me.” I meant it.

I don't know what I'd be doing right now without someone to protect. I'd probably be a crying, shaking mess. But I had to keep my cool, for Hermione.

“I love you Draco.” She whispered before she took a hit.

“I love you too.”

'I'm sorry, Hermione.' I thought.

'So, so. Sorry.'

We fell asleep in my bed, passed out from too much weed.

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In the morning, I was met by a sobbing mother. She clutched me tightly and rocked me back and forth. I broke into tears and sobbed myself as I thought of Dobby. After drying my tears, mother began to lay down the law for Hermione and I.

We were the only children in the main death-eater base called Malfoy Manor. We were to stay upstairs in the library or in my room unless told otherwise.

Hermione broke into tears in my arms as She was informed by my cold hearted mother that her parents were killed the previous evening. I felt any affection that I felt for the Malfoy family disappear.

“I'm going to die here, Draco.” She whispered after mother left. “My parents are already dead. They will kill me too.”

“No, I made a deal with the Dark Lord for your life.” I reminded her. “As long as you are mine, You are safe. No one will so much as harm a hair on your head, I promise. No one wants to break the Dark Lord's word.” She began to sob again.

“What's going to happen to me?” Hermione sobbed into my shoulder. “I can't afford to go to Hogwarts.” She continued. “I will have my wand snapped if I don't get at least 5 OWLs.”

I rocked her back and forth as my mother had rocked me. “I'll pay for your tuition, Hermione.“ I promised. “I have the money to buy you whatever you want or need. Your mine, remember?”

I tilted her head up to look at me. We kissed.

'I'm so sorry.'

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I stood in father's study the next day. “The first step is feeling the 'tingle'” I said as I knelt at the Dark Lord's feet. “You have to be meditating deeply.” I continued. “Once you feel the tingling, you have to overcome it. It distracts you form concentrating. After that you have to trace the 'tingle' back to it's source.”

I patted my gut. “Its somewhere around here.”

“Those are the first steps?” Riddle asked in a pleasant tone of voice. “What is meditating?”

I resisted rolling my eyes at the Dark Lord. “Would you like me to demonstrate, my Lord?”

Voldemort nodded and gestured for me to go on.

“I will demonstrate meditating for you, my lord.” I kicked off my shoes and sat on the floor, Indian style. “It has a history going back many thousands of years in India.”

“It involves the use of an herb called cannabis.” I reached into my pocket and removed a joint. “You inhale the herb first.” I touched the tip of my wand to the joint and lit it. “After the affects of the cannabis kick in you try to clear your mind of all thoughts.”

Smoking relaxed me a little bit.

As I began teaching the Dark Lord meditation, I couldn't help but feel dirty. I felt cheated somehow that this young looking man sitting with me was the villain in this fairy tale. It would be so easy just to bring my .38 to bare on his head and squeeze the trigger.

It would be in vane, however. Voldemort possessed the sorcerer's stone. He would just make a new body, or heal himself in moments. I didn't know which, and didn't care to find out. Finding out meant that he was going to be gunning for you when he got back up.

“How did you learn of this, meditation, Draco?”

“I woke up with the knowledge.” I told the truth. “And then went insane.” I continued. “I even thought I was a muggle for awhile.”

“A seer.” Voldemort nodded. “A powerful ability.”

I shrugged. “I don't know, my Lord.” I shrugged. “All I know about seers is that they make prophecies.”

Voldemort nodded from his chair. “There are some Seers that see deeper than that. Some seers see into time, itself.” He nodded again, to himself. “I believe you may be one of these seers, Draco. They are known for going mad when they see too deeply, like you did. You saw the way to learn ancient magic. Magic from a time before wands.”

I nodded along with him. He would find all kinds of books on meditation in any muggle bookstore though I dared not tell him so. Meditation was practiced commonly, world wide.

“Where did you find this cannabis herb.” The Dark lord reached over and took up one of my unlit joints and examined it in the candle light. “I'm surprised that I haven't heard of it before.”

“It grows wild in many places. I taught my house elf how to find it.” I told the half truth without lying.

“Dobby?” The Dark Lord questioned. “That elf?”

I nodded solemnly. “Yes, Lord.”

I continued teaching the Dark Lord the steps to learning my style of wandless magic. He seemed determined to learn it as soon as possible. He coughed like a little bitch after he took his first hit of pot.

“One inhalation will be enough, Lord.” I said as he coughed so hard that I thought he was going to vomit.

Soon enough the Dark Lord was glassy eyed, calm, red eyed, and meditating.

He must really want to learn wandless magic.

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“Come on Hermione.” I tried to pry her out of bed. “My family has a massive library.” I cajoled. “You can go read in it after you eat.”

Hermione shook her head. “I feel so sad.” She whispered. “How can you eat when your best friend is dead?'

“Because my best friend is starving herself to death.” I sighed.

Time to pull out the big guns.

“Don't leave me alone here Hermione.” I looked her in the eyes. “I need you to be strong. I can't live in this place, crawling with death-eaters alone. Don't leave me alone.”

Hermione threw off the covers and hugged me. Then she began to cry once more. As she sobbed into my shirt, I rubbed her back. “I won't leave you alone, Draco.” She hiccuped.

“Then eat.” I thrust out the tray delivered by my new elf, Nippy.

Nippy was an elf with huge eyes that bulged out of her skull. Dobby's eyes had been smaller, and often watery. Nippy got her namesake, I'm sure due, to the fact that she was a female who wore nothing but a thin silk pillowcase in a cold climate.

Her ears drooped too much. She wasn't Dobby. Her voice was too squeaky and high pitched. She wasn't Dobby. She spoke half-way decent English. She wasn't Dobby. She wasn't half insane...

and she wasn't Dobby.

Father had given her to me in a rare fit of kindness. He mostly ignored me as he fawned over the Dark Lord and grappled for position with his fellow death-eaters. Mother however, was always stone faced and cold when Hermione was around for some reason. Hermione was almost always with me as I stayed in my room for days on end.

I had no interest mingling with the madmen who used our home as a base of operations.

Maybe she thought Hermione was fucking me or something? We were strictly celibate boyfriend/girlfriend couple.

“Come on Hermione, Lets go look at the library.” I dressed in a comfortable silk robe while Hermione wore her school robes as we left my room.

“Here it is.” I opened the doors to show a ballroom sized library. “Some of the books are two thousand years old. Most of the old ones are written in Latin.”

I showed her around the library. Charms, Dark Arts, History, Demonology, Rituals, Magical Creatures, Herbology, Astronomy, Ancient Runes, Enchanting. I lingered in the Dark Arts section while she began to devour the History books.

I found what I was looking for in a little book titled 'Secrets of Herpo the Foul.' It was in old English, with many passages in Latin, but I could still understand most of it. I had studied Latin with Hermione all year. Considering most of our spells were derived from Latin words, it seemed to make sense.

I stashed the book in my Mole-skin pouch for later reading.

“Young master.” Nippy called from behind me.

“Yes?” I asked. “What is it?”

“It be time for your lessons with the Dark Lord, sir.” The tiny elf squeaked.

I nodded and turned to Hermione. “Hermione, Why don't you pick out a couple of books and let me escort you back to my room.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” She agreed.

'Time to go smoke some pot and meditate with Voldemort.'

“Never thought I'd think of something that fucked up.” I muttered.

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Voldemort was getting angry. For a month, he had been smoking my weed and meditating daily, and showed no sign of progress. I'm a little surprised that the daily weed use hasn't mellowed him out a bit.

“This is going to take months, my Lord.” I said to the frustrated Dark Lord. “It took me six months to do a color changing charm.”

“You are an untrained boy.” Voldemort hissed. “I am the Dark Lord.”

I shivered, involuntarily. “Perhaps we can try a stronger catalyst than cannabis, my Lord.” I thought about what hallucinogens I had in stock in my trunk.

A couple of hits of acid. I wanted to save those for myself.

A few gs of magic mushrooms. I also wanted to save for myself.

Some salvia divinorum. I had no intrest in fucking around with the stuff.

“I have some diviner's sage that may be able to do the trick.” That brought the Dark Lord up short.

“What is diviner's sage? I've never heard of it.” The Dark Lord questioned. “And why do you think it will work.”

“Diviner's Sage, known as Salvia Divinorum, is a plant grown in the cloud forest of Mexico, in the Americas.” I began. “It is in the same class of herb as cannabis, only it is stronger, and lasts for a shorter duration.”

“How did you learn of it?” Voldemort spoke once more.

“I learned it the same way I learned of cannabis.” I said slowly. “I woke up with the knowledge and went mad afterwards.”

The Dark Lord nodded. “Seers.” I heard him mutter.

And so I went to retrieve the Salvia.

After Voldemort took the first hit, I hid behind the desk in Father's study. I had no wish to be in his line of sight. I peeked out from below the desk as the Voldemort rose from his place, sitting on the floor. He began to cackle with laughter.

“Yes, Mine!” He cackled again. “All the pudding in the world is mine!”

I shook my head.

He really needed to work on his self control.

After a few minutes, Voldemort came back from la la land. He stared at me. “That herb is very dangerous,” was all he said. We didn't talk about his delusion.

He went back to the weed.

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It was the last day of summer and Hermione and I were relieved that we would be going back to school so soon. Being cooped up in my room or hiding in the library was not my definition of a fun summer. Voldemort had made exactly 0% progress on his quest to learn wandless magic.

I wanted to kill him more than ever. The loss of Dobby still stung. His death was painful. No elf deserved to die like that. Especially Dobby.

Losing Dobby had broken something in me.

I noticed that I hated myself far less. I wanted nothing more than to murder the Dark Lord. I sat on my bed and tried to read more about creating a horcrux, but, I couldn't help but let thoughts of revenge consume me.

I brooded dark plots of vengeance for my elf.

Hermione shook my shoulder and shocked me out of my dark reverie. “Someone is knocking on the door.” She pointed out.

“Come in.” I called.

The door opened and the Dark Lord entered my bedroom. Hermione and I fell to out knees as we realized who it was. We both knew that falling to your knees with your eyes to the floor was the best way to avoid being crucio'ed.

“I heard that you were packing up to leave today, children.” I could hear Nagini slither into the room after him. I heard a popping sound and looked up. Voldemort had conjured a plush black velvet armchair.

He took a seat. “Rise, children.”

I pulled a shaking Hermione to her feet. I lowered my eyes to the floor as Nagini circled us, hissing.

“You are both very remarkable children.” He began. “A pureblood child, bold, cunning, talented, and ambitious.” I looked up at the Dark Lord. “I have need of more servants like you , Draco.” He smiled a very charming smile the hid his underlying nature.

“And you Miss Granger. Skilled at wandless magic, smart, and brave.” The Dark Lord took a long look at her. “Yet you have decided to serve your betters of your own free will.” He chuckled, darkly as he grinned. “You may be the most powerful witch of your age. I know why Draco chose you.”

'He must be high as a motherfucker.' I thought. Didn't he have better things to do than chat with children? What possible reason could he have for barging into my room like this? And then it struck me.

He was attempting to groom us as I had groomed Hermione.

“I know that you are planning to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow.” The Dark Lord looked amused as if this were all some big joke for his amusement. “But you shall not be going to Hogwarts tomorrow.”

My heart stopped in my chest. Hermione choked back a sob.

“You live in the seat of my power and you know too much. Dumbledore will interrogate you both as soon as he can get his hands on you.” Voldemort spoke as if he hadn't crushed the hopes and dreams of two children. “Instead I will have need of you, Draco, To continue your lessons on meditation and wandless magic thereafter.”

I felt sick. Locked in my home as a rat in a cage. Only there was a very hungry snake in the cage.

“You will portkey to me every night after classes from your new school.” He continued. “After I have learned wandless magic from you, and if you continue to impress me, I will take you as my apprentice, Draco. You show too much promise for it to be squandered at a mediocre school like the one Dumbledore runs.”

'New school?' Death-eater youth, like the Hitler youth program? Apprentice?

Take me as his apprentice? He really was trying to groom me.

“Your lovely servant will of course attend your new school with you.” The Dark lord loved to hear himself speak. “She will face some hardship there, as I understand it, she will be the first mudblood ever accepted into the Durmstrang Institute of Magic. The Headmaster owes me a great deal of... Favor. He will be looking out for your welfare and making sure that there are no problems with you taking the portkey every night.”

“Thank you, my Lord.” I said and stopped as the snake began to hiss once more.

“Silence, Draco, I'm not done yet.” Voldemort said as the snake stopped hissing.

What a prissy prima-donna. He just loved to hear himself talk too much.

“The Durmstrang Institute begins instruction at the age of twelve, So you will both be first years once again.” The Dark Lord continued. “I have already had your school supplies bought and your tuitions paid.” He twirled his wand in his right hand. “There is only one problem.”

I was confused. What problem? It all sounded pretty well ironed out to me.

“You must learn the Russian language.” The Dark Lord smirked. “Luckily I have just the right spell to teach it to you.”

He pointed his wand at me. “This will sting a little.” He laughed a wicked laugh.

Silver lightning arced from his wand and struck Hermione in the forehead. She howled like a wounded dog as she collapsed to the floor holding her head.

“And now its your turn.”

A flash of silver, before my head exploded into pain. Memories not my own invaded my mind. Sights, sounds, smell, and feelings, so foreign, that I could not tell where they stopped and I began. I howled as the sadist forced my mind open and delved deep into my brain.

The searing, stinging pain had receded into a dull aching in my head as I awoke. I looked around my room. Voldemort was nowhere to be found. Was it a dream? Was I really going to Durmstrang?

I remembered things I had never known about Russia and it's magical world. I knew the language I knew it's history. I knew it's laws.

A plush black armchair still stood in the center of my room.

I lied on my bed, alone. I got up to look for Hermione, beginning to panic at her absence. I tripped over her form as soon as I climbed out of my bed.

The Dark lord had laid me in bed but left Hermione on the floor?

What a racist dick.

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