Prologue

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"Come closer."

The dark lords cold voice sent shivers up and down Draco's arms.

He stepped forward as if he were not afraid.

He told himself he was not afraid.

As hungry as the boy was to prove himself, this was a lie.

He was afraid.

He could barely bring himself to meet the Dark Lord's cold gaze.

Even more frightening than his gaze, was the evil smile on his face.

A smile that lead to a laugh when it saw death occur.

But Draco was not only scared, he was also excited.

"I have a job for you, Draco."

Draco bowed his head.

"Whatever you ask, my lord."

"You must kill Albus Dumbledore."

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