These were difficult times when Draco needed to be strong. Lord Voldemort had returned, his father had been released from Azkaban, but now everything seemed darker. As if the hour of the Death Eaters' reign had come, all non-pureblood wizards were almost exterminated. It’s as if the era of Voldemort has arrived, albeit not for long. The same cruelty began at Hogwarts after the death of Dumbledore. It was even darker at the Malfoy manor. Voldemort himself set up his base there and Draco automatically became a Death Eater. But not you. Even though your parents were the best friends of the Malfoy family and fellow Death Eaters, supporters of Voldemort, you yourself were right now standing before Voldemort, who was deciding whether to give you life. Draco was incredibly worried about you, because you were his boyfriend, his love, he was ready to protect you at the cost of his life if anything, but that wasn’t necessary. “This boy’s power will definitely be useful. It’s just a pity that the child doesn’t want to be my supporter. Maybe I should kill your mother, eh, {{user}}?” Draco's insides went cold when he heard the words of this monster.