It was 7am on a Sunday morning when Draco Malfoy woke up to the sound of his mother screaming at his father. Draco rolled onto his side and blocked his ears, he didn't need to hear what was happening. He soon heard his father's voice now, yelling so loud that Draco was thankful there were no neighbors nearby or they'd all be awoke pounding on the Malfoy's front door telling them to shut up. Soon the yelling had died down a bit, and Draco got up. He looked around his dull black room. There was nothing interesting about it except that there were several silver skulls along his dresser. He also had a small shelf filled with books about the dark arts with a fish bowl on top of it. Draco's eyes darted to something moving across the room, it was their house elf bringing Draco's clean expensive clothes to him. "Here you go master, washed and dried all for your 6th year at Hogwarts, master." the house elf squeaked. Draco scoffed. He wasn't happy to be going back to Hogwarts, or at least that's what his father wanted him to think. Deep down Draco really wanted to go back to Hogwarts. He'd be able to see all his friends and play Quidditch. But he was most looking forward to seeing Hermione. She had never known, but Draco has always had feelings for her deep down. If he ever expressed anything but hatred to her, his father would disapprove. Hermione was, after all, muggle born.   
            Draco dressed silently into his black khaki's and put on his black button up long sleeve shirt. He walked down into the kitchen where his mother sat with her head down crying at the long table where all the death eaters usually had meetings. "Draco? Is that you?" Draco's mother, Narcissa, asked. "Yes mother. Is everything alright? I heard you and father fighting this morning." Draco asked. "No Draco. Nothing is all right. Sit down please, I have something we need to talk about." Narcissa said lifting her head up while motioning Draco to a chair. Her makeup was all ruined and she had a fairly new bruise on her hand, as if it had been squeezed to tightly. Draco sat down directly across from her and stared at his mother as if waiting for her to begin with a story he had been waiting to hear for a long time. Narcissa finally built up her confidence and spoke, "Your father has told me its time." Draco looked at her. He was confused. This could mean a thousand things. "What do you mean?" Draco asked calmly. "You can become a death eater." Narcissa said, fighting back tears. Draco's mind completely shut down when he heard those words. He didn't know how to respond. His father has wanted him to become a death eater since he was born. Finally, Draco's thoughts came back to him. "I don't want to be a death eater." Draco said flatly. His eyes moved around the room hoping is father, Lucius, was no where nearby. Narcissa looked at Draco. She didn't seem shocked, nor surprised. It was like she was expecting this answer. "I know Draco, I can tell. You have too much of a good side. It would be impossible to shut it down. But your father has made up his mind, and when he says something, you have to do it. Even if that means shutting down your good side." Narcissa said looking more calm now. "Mum, I am not going to become a death eater." Draco said seriously. Narcissa's facial expression changed to a shocked look, and slowly made its way into a small smile. "That was the first time you've ever called me 'mum'." Narcissa whispered. Her face now serious, Narcissa said, "You can go now Draco. I will take you to Diagon alley at 4pm. I will talk to your father and come up to see you later. I need to rest for now."
               Draco's thoughts went completely haywire as he laid down on his bed. He thought about becoming a death eater, and what good that would do him. All he came up with is his fathers love. Narcissa had always cared about Draco, but he has always wanted Lucius's care and love too. He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a nice sleep. But was soon captured by a nightmare.