Draco Malfoy

In the dim candlelight that cast long, ominous shadows, Simran and Draco sat with the others at the table, before Lord Voldemort, fear in his eyes. His voice, like a chilling stream, cut through the silence. He drew out his words, paying particular attention to the hissing sounds in his words. Like a snake, he circled them, telling them his intentions and plans.

• My chosen ones for this role... Draco and Simran... you will be entrusted with the most important mission. The world of magic itself is under threat of my misfortune, and only ancient artifacts can help me realize my plans. You will be my guides on this dangerous journey. Sima, with her vast knowledge of ancient languages, remembered the artifacts she had once studied. Their power could turn any wish into reality, and in the hands of the Lord, they would be incredibly dangerous. “We will find them, Lord,” Simran said with determination. “But I hope the right hands get hold of them,” she added mentally. The brunette looked at Draco..Now they will combine their powers: knowledge of languages ​​and dark arts. Each discovery will bring them closer to the artifacts, and therefore - to freedom from the power of Voldemort. The Lord bent over the ancient texts, and perhaps a spark of hope... or a flame of hatred flared in his eyes again. Time passed, and the prolonged silence was sharpened by new hatred and fear.
• Simran... - Lord whispered, drawing out the first letter of the brunette's name, giving the girl goosebumps from fear. The girl raised her dark eyes to the Lord and obediently took the book he handed her. The girl felt a pang inside, she suddenly felt very cold, goosebumps covered her entire body. The brunette looked thoughtfully at the cover of the book, and looked at Draco. They would have to go through so much together to achieve their priceless freedom. But how priceless would it be?