"Traitor!" he yelled staring Draco down.

Draco felt like cringing but that would certainly give himself away. How though, how did he know?

"I'm no traitor!" he yelled back.

"You go to Hogwarts boy," the death eater said back, "Your always a suspect."

"A suspect maybe," he replied trying to keep his cool, "but no traitor."

He saw the death eater smile underneath his robes, "I'm keeping my eye on you boy."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief as the death eater walked away. Rage towards his father rose in him, it was his father's idea to bring him here, to the underground fortress of Voldemort. A lot of people were denying that Voldemort was even back in power, but well here he was, with the death eaters, his father, and Voldemort. He wasn't sure how Voldemort had come back, but he knew it had something to do with Harry. He shrugged to himself.

Before, before all this had started happening, he'd though yeah sure, he'd go over to the dark side. The dark side was the winning side. His father was on the dark side. He was a Malfoy.

Now though, here actually, it was summer, but in these dungeon like places it felt like winter all the time. He'd be starting his seventh year come fall, that is if his father let him leave this hellhole and go to Hogwarts.

He surprised himself by smiling; he was looking forward to going to Hogwarts, but anything but this. He could here the screams, every night, falling asleep in his cell like room; he was given a different perspective of what was the right side to be on. Maybe the dark side would be the winning side, but never, never, could they force him to join them.

Despite the fact that so many muggles and wizards were mysteriously disappearing and rumors were flying around as fast as bullets, the ministry was still denying everything. The ministry was crap.

Then the death eater had caught Draco walking around with his camera taking photos of some of the torture chambers, he'd tried to play along, acting all cruel, like father like son, but he was sure the death eater had seen right through him. He couldn't wait to get away. Just as long as his father was here, no one would harm him, his father had a high status among the death eaters, high status's were known to go quickly down to no status what so ever, possibly even to death.

Draco shivered. He was one of the youngest people here; his father said as soon as he came of age he'd be made one of them. Thank god he was still to young to be made one of those heartless cold things. The cries, the moans of agony, it was almost too much to bear. He'd made the mistake one time of going to the prison area, he'd taken one step in there and nearly puked, the smell had been atrocious, of blood, sweat, and urine, but mainly blood. People, mainly muggles lay groaning in the small cold cells.

It was all he could do to simply turn and walk away. He'd tried to write a letter to Dumbledore but there was simply no way to send out a letter without someone reading every word of it. He'd just have to wait. He hated waiting. Waiting for some death eater to come and shoot that deadly green light at him or his father. He didn't care if his father died. His father was one of them, the death eaters, just as cruel and heartless as any of them. They'd left Narcissa at the manor, Lucius told her he was taking Draco to experience what he did. Draco shivered again and hurried through the dark passages to his room, cough, cell.

He sat down on the small bed and picked up a book from his bedside table and touched the stone sitting on it. Immediately the room was filled was a soft yellow glow relaxing Draco somewhat. He owed his mom for that, most of the rooms only had a little bit of light coming through from the torches out in the hallway and it was a hard reddish light and rather dim.

He opened up his book and started reading it. Books he found were a easy escape from this world. If it was a good enough book that is, it pull him in and he was able to absorb himself in it enough to be able to ignore what was going on in the outside.

Shifting slightly he adjusted the heavy dark robes that were the only clothes given to wear. The inside was lined with stiff material that would hopefully protect you and was spelled against lots of stuff. The outside was long and drapey with several different layers draping here and there in a rather choppy but evil and coolish way. He hated them. They were easy enough to move around in, the designers had made sure of that.

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He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to get out. He figured Hogwarts would be starting in a few weeks, but he couldn't wait that long, he kept hearing plans to ransack certain places, murder certain people and he couldn't bear it. He was running away from this prison.

He figured the middle of the day would be the best time to escape, as most of the death eaters were nocturnal for some reason. He would escape and warn the ministry and Dumbledore of everything. He had the photos he'd taken and the few personal belongings his father had aloud him to bring stuffed in a small backpack. He stole through the hallways trying to remember the door he'd stumbled upon. This place was designed to be hard to get around. That way if it was ever discovered the death eaters and Voldemort could escape quickly while the wizards tried to find their way around. After walking for what felt like hours but what was probably only half an hour he came upon a large thick steel door. Two death eaters guarded it. Now a decision came, knock them unconscious or act as though he belonged. He decided on act as though he belonged, that came easy for him, and the door was probably sealed with magic as well.

He walked up casually and made a gesture to the guards to open the door. One of them gave him a curious look but Draco raised his wand in threat making it seem as though he had authority. The death eaters scared enough of Voldemort anyway quickly nodded and performed a few spells on the door then heaved the bolt and opened it up. At first he though it didn't lead outside until he saw that it was a cave. He smiled cruelly at the guards then stepped out. It'd been too easy. He shrugged and walked across bat poop for several hundred yards until light finally shone through the cave momentarily blinding him. A roaring sound filled his ears and he shook his head, the roaring sound remained. Squinting he saw up a head was a sheet of water, a waterfall; pretty good hidden entrance. He walked closer to the waterfall and felt the air in the cave warm as he got closer but then also a spray of cold mist.

He stepped through it and out onto a small slippery ledge, with a yell he slipped down the waterfall into the boiling water below.

A/N: I'd like to have at least five reviews more I put the next chapter up. Setting goals with getting reviews, or at least trying to write a story that'll get more reviews than my twin sister's stories.