A week into the summer, Lucius received a letter from Dumbledore—a request to take the post of Defense Against Dark Arts teacher. Lucius did not have much time to think on it. Voldemort called on his Death Eaters once again and Lucius felt that he could not hide from him anymore. He returned to Voldemort and Voldemort spoke to him.
"I am surprised to see you again Lucius," said Lucius. "You were not there for my return."
"I wanted to come," said Lucius, "but I was detained. I was with my family at Hogwarts watching the final task of the Triwizard Tournament."
"Oh yes, I hear that you have a new addition to your family," said Voldemort. "A daughter?"
"Yes," said Lucius.
"I understand you did some muggle torture during the Quidditch World Cup," said Voldemort. "And you didn't make any attempts to find me."
"My lord, I was constantly on the alert," insisted Lucius. "I was going to make any attempts possible to find you."
"And when I was found," said Voldemort. "You didn't arrive."
"I wanted to, but I couldn't risk getting caught," said Lucius. "There were many people there. My wife would know where I went."
"You were foolish," said Voldemort. "And you show your face to me again. You expect me to allow you in on my new plan? How do I know you won't mess it up? What can you offer me now, Lucius?"
Lucius thought hard. He had to fight for a reason to stay in Voldemort's circle. Voldemort did not trust him with whatever was the important task Voldemort was working on.
"Dumbledore," said Lucius, "Dumbledore's offered me the Defense Against the Dark Arts post at Hogwarts. I haven't taken up on his offer just yet. I only just received the letter."
"Has he?" said Voldemort with a smile and with legilimency, Voldemort could tell that he was not lying. "How would that be useful to me?"
"I can spy on Dumbledore for you," said Lucius.
"Severus is already doing that," said Voldemort. "What else can you do?"
"I know a lot about the Dark Arts," said Lucius. "Teach it to some of the students who prove worthy of serving you in the future. There are many things I can do to please you, master."
"Hmm, very well, Lucius," said Voldemort. "I will give you this chance to prove yourself unto me."
Lucius sent his acceptance letter to Dumbledore the moment he got home, along with his list of books for his class:
First Years: Parselmouths and other Dark Wizards by Ian Hunter
Second Years: Creatures of the Dark by Damon Incubus
Third Years: A Guide to Necromancy by Umbra Morbius
Fourth years: Curses of Fear and Pain, by Tessa Phobias.
Fifth Years Control, Maim and Destroy by Cura Thatcher
Sixth Years: Walking in the Dark by Darcille Nox.
Seventh Years: Touch them and Die—A guide to Dark Items by Roger Flake.
After sending the letter, he told his family his plan. Both Draco and Narcissa were shocked. Narcissa wanted her husband to stay home to help her with the baby. That way she would always know where she was and what he was up to. Draco knew that his father would likely embarrass him if he were to be his teacher. What were all the kids going to think?
"How could you make this decision without even asking me first?" Narcissa demanded.
They were arguing in their bedroom, leaving Draco to watch Gemma. Narcissa would not let Draco be present while she talked to Lucius. Draco reluctantly took his sister to the nursery and set her down in the crib. He knew she was not sleepy but he didn't care. He did not want to watch her.
"This is all your fault, you know," he muttered to her sister, poking her in the chest.
Gemma grabbed Draco's finger. She looked at him in the same way his mother would when she was scolding him. Draco's face softened. It was unbelievable how his infant sister could portray his mother so perfectly. How did she learn to do that? If she could speak, Draco believed that she would say: "Don't blame everything on me, Draco."
Draco sighed and picked his sister back up. "You're right. Sorry, Gemma."
He grabbed a stuffed unicorn, one of her favorite toys and he began playing with her.
"I didn't have a choice, Narcissa," Lucius said. "I would have to send my reply to Dumbledore soon and we both know that The Dark Lord does not like to wait."
"But you will be gone," said Narcissa. "The whole time. What am I supposed to do while you're gone? Are you going to come to the Dark Lord everytime he calls?"
"Maybe," said Lucius. "If he needs me but I don't think he will. He does not want me involved in his plan."
"But why didn't you tell me about this first?" said Narcissa. "You should have told me before you went to him, before you sent an owl to Dumbledore! You're supposed to tell me these things, Lucius!" she turned around to wipe the tears off her face.
"I'm sorry," said Lucius walking up behind his wife to put his arms around her. She stiffened but did not try to leave. "I'll promise to keep you more informed. I won't do anything until I talk it over with you first."
"Good," said Narcissa. "I want you to be more honest with me, Lucius. WE can't afford to have any secrets between us, especially now."
"I know," said Lucius. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but there was no time. Dumbledore gave me a deadline for my reply."
"Yes, I know," said Narcissa, heaving a heavy sigh. "Well, this will keep you from seeing the baby."
"I can visit for Christmas," said Lucius, "and Easter. Besides, I'll get to spend extra time with Draco this way. Keep an eye on him."
"That's true," Narcissa turned around. "Draco will be taking this news hard and once he returns to the school, many of the students will suspect you as Death Eater. They will give Draco a hard time. I think out of both our children, Draco needs you more. Gemma is still a baby, after all."
"I will write you with every spare moment I get," promised Lucius. He kissed his wife on the forehead and embraced her.
Narcissa was pleased to find Draco playing with his baby sister. Draco groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Well, I had to keep her entertained during your row with Father," Draco said, picking up Gemma and handing her to their mother. "So, what did Father say? Is he still going to teach at Hogwarts?"
"Yes," said Narcissa, "we both agree that it will be best. Your Father wants you downstairs in his study."
"This should be good," Draco muttered and he went to his father's study. "Mother said you wanted to see me?"
"Yes," said Lucius. "Draco, I am going to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
"I know," drawled Draco. "Mother told me."
"Oh good," said Lucius, "and I want you to think of me as your teacher, not your father."
"What?" Draco said. "You're not going to cut me any breaks? You're going to make me work just as hard as everyone else? I thought that would be at least the only good thing about you working at Hogwarts!"
"I don't want Dumbledore and the others thinking I'm favoring anyone," said Lucius, "besides, you have Snape to do that."
"Well, are you at least going to teach something worthwhile?" asked Draco.
"Of course I am, Draco," his father snapped. "That is why I called you down here. I already have the book for your year. I want you to start reading right away, and write a two page essay for each chapter. I expect you to at least be finished with chapter three by the time school starts."
"Control, Maim and Destroy?" said Draco, looking at the book in surprise. "Dad, I've already read this!"
"Then this should be easy for you," said his father. "Once school starts, I will have a secret meeting with you and several other Slytherins. I told the Dark Lord that I will be training new recruits."
"Really?" said Draco. He wasn't sure whether to be honored or frightened. Draco Malfoy, become a Death Eater? He wanted to be like his father, surely, but did he have to go all the way to being a Death Eater too?
"Yes," said Lucius. "But it will be our secret. No one besides our group is to know."
"All right," said Draco. "Father, are you going to give me a head start on our lessons?"
"Practical lessons?" asked Lucius. "Now Draco, you are still under seventeen. You are not to practice magic. The most I can teach you now is form and stance before school starts."
"All right," moaned Draco. He walked out of his father's room to start his reading.
On the Hogwarts express, Ron and Hermione were surprised to see Draco Malfoy with Pansy Parkinson in the prefect compartment. The Head Boy and Head Girl were explaining the rules and regulations of being prefects. After the meeting, everyone dispersed to their own compartments. Draco and Pansy went to find Crabbe and Goyle.
"I am so excited about being a prefect," said Pansy. "It's going to be really easy; don't you think, Draco?"
"Yeah," muttered Draco. "I get to do more of what I want."
"How is your sister?" Pansy inquired.
"She's fine," Draco answered.
They sat and talked for a while. Draco, wanting a moment alone, left the compartment. He heard Harry, Ron and Hermione talking about the Order of the Phoenix. So, Dumbledore had already begun the war against Voldemort. But it would take more than just the Order to stop The Dark Lord. Draco met the witch with the sweet cart and got several pumpkin pasties. While munching on a pumpkin pasty, he returned to his compartment with his goodies and handed them to his friends.
"Everything all right?" asked Pansy.
"Fine," muttered Draco and he looked outside the window. They would soon be at Hogwarts.
Once the Hogwarts Express stopped, Draco and his friends hurried out of their compartment. A second year accidentally tripped into Draco and Draco yelled at him.
"Why don't you watch where you are going?" he demanded. "Ten points off Gryffindor!"
"Malfoy, that is uncalled for!" Hermione yelled after him. Draco ignored Hermione and went off to get a carriage all to themselves. The carriages took them to Hogwarts and they went into the Great Hall to wait for the first years to show up. Pansy glanced up at the at the professor's table and saw Lucius Malfoy seated next to Snape. She gasped and grabbed Draco's arm.
"Draco, you didn't tell me your father would be here!" she exclaimed. She took out her mirror and checked to see if she had anything in her teeth and then she began to put on her lipstick.
"Oh, yes," said Draco, as if he had just remembered. "my father's taken the Defense against the Dark Arts post."
"Seriously?" said Blaise Zabini. "Well, this should be something."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco demanded.
"Well, it's been said that your father was a supporter of You-Know-Who," said Blaise. "And now that he's returned, one of his said supporters begin teaching here. I think it's a little odd."
"Regardless if my father was or wasn't," said Draco. "My father's been cleared."
"Hey, it means nothing to me," Blaise said with a shrug. "Just as long as we learn something interesting."
Draco smiled. "I think we will."
The hat sang its new sorting song with lines warning for the four houses to reunite. It sang about the "external, deadly foes," and wished that it did not have to divide the young wizards. Draco rolled his eyes. He never liked the hat's songs much.
Professor McGonagall began the sorting and Professor Dumbledore stood up to state that the students could begin feasting. The students talked about their summers and what they thought the next school year would be like. Some claimed they saw Death Eaters in London. Though the Wizarding World knew that Voldemort had returned, there were not many signs pertaining that he did. It was still quiet, like the calm before the storm. When was Voldemort going to strike, and where?
After the students were finished with dessert, Dumbledore stood up again to talk about certain rules.
"We have had two changes in staffing this year. We are very pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care of Magical Creatures lessons; May I introduce to you our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Malfoy."
"No!" shouted Harry Potter.
"Shh!" hissed Hermione.
Draco smiled smugly, taking his eyes off of Harry and looking up at his father, who looked equally amused. He nodded to some of the few students that applauded for him.
Dumbledore talked about Quidditch tryouts and Draco made a mental note to attend. After Dumbledore was finished with his speech, Draco stood up and looked up and down the table.
"First years, first years," said Draco, "you can't sleep in here. Come on and follow me."
"You mean us," muttered Pansy. "This way!"
Pansy and Draco led the Slytherin first years to the dungeons. They gave them instructions: who the Bloody Baron was, who their head of house was and so forth. After he had told them enough information, he went to bed to take his pajamas out of his trunk. He slipped off his robes and got in his pajamas. He felt excited for tomorrow. He wished he could be present when the Gryffindors take their lessons from his father. Draco would do anything to see the expression on Harry's face. Perhaps there were more perks in having his father as a teacher than he realized.