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(A/n) hey it's been nearly three or four months since I dropped an update. Sorry my computer has been down for a while. Well enjoy the update I'm trying to get back on track.
Chapter 9 – Wrench in the Machinery
(Somewhere outside Malfoy Manner)
The room around was pitch black nothing could be seen but two large eyes scanning the area
Yes…yes the girl is here…Something must be done before he does something to here…Yes I will continue giving updates until-oh no I think he is coming…
The door flung open and Draco stood arms crossed and a death glare piercing the darkness. "Lumos," He blurted lighting the room. Piacci stood holding the telephone in his hands his eyes bulging out of his head and mouth trembling in fear.
"M-Ma-Master," Piacci stuttered fear was dripping from his voice.
"Piacci what are you doing?" Draco asked knowing the answer. "You would not happen to be telling my plans to people who would wish to destroy me would you?"
Piacci head swung from side to side as he stuttered lie after lie making Malfoy grin evilly. "I knew there was a traitor among me but I had no idea that it would be you Piacci."
"N-no Master has it all wrong," Piacci lied slowly backing up as Malfoy came closer. "Piacci was t-talking to his mother."
Malfoy let out a cold shrill laugh that made Piacci jump. "Idiot what kind of fool do you take me for?"
The fear in Piacci face completely went away and a smile broke through his quivering lip. "The most foolish of fools," Piacci replied softly.
As the words flew from his chapped house elf lips his body began to vibrate rapidly. He reached up and began to rip his skin off tearing it to shreds and as he did this his body grew more and more until he was three feet taller then Draco. Draco stood never taking his eyes away from Piacci and showing no fear. Yellow eyes stared back a hatred of unimaginable portions blazed in his eyes.
"You aren't even a house elf," Draco said still grinning. "And for that matter what are you?"
"I am the most advanced from of an Animagi you have ever seen. You thought you were the most powerful wizard in the world but you had no knowledge that this sort of thing even existed. An Animagi so powerful he could even turn into another human being if he wanted to."
The new Piacci eyed Draco devilishly and continued. "I am an undercover agent Mr. Malfoy I have been one since you first met me. You didn't even know that I was giving my superiors information about you for nearly four years until we had enough to put you away forever."
Draco clutched his waist and burst into laughter. "Oh, oh my I am so sorry," he finally said in between laughs. "You fool I have known about this new animagi since it was first conceived. I funded the wizard that first worked on it." Piacci's eyes lit up and the grin left his face.
"I have an animagi form of my own but it is much too powerful for me to waist my time on you. I could use my simple wand less magic to destroy you."
Piacci was in a rage now his breathing was so hard drops of slob drooled from the sides of his mouth. His chest was heaving trying to catch up with the deep and swift breaths he was taking in. Draco stood calmly before him still chuckling a little.
"Screw waiting for a trial I will kill you myself!" Piacci roared swinging his huge fist at Draco.
"Fool," Draco whispered.
Piacci fist flew towards Draco and smashed into some kind of barrier. The barrier around Draco ruptured slightly and reflected Piacci fist back at him sending him flying backwards near the fireplace.
"I am much more powerful then you or you superiors could have ever conceived in your fragile little minds." Draco commented slowly walking closer.
Draco eyes flashed and Piacci leg was set ablaze, huge yellow and red flames sparked and crackled on his leg. He roared out in pain slapping his leg trying to put it out. Draco folded his arms behind his back and watched curiously as Piacci struggled to put out the flames eating away at his flesh. After Draco tired of that entertainment he walked forward and bent down gripping Piacci by his muscular neck and squeezing tightly.
Piacci tried attacking Draco but all of his attacks magical and physical were deflected off into random areas of the room. "And now," Draco said coldly bringing his face within inches of Piacci. "You die."
Draco's grip tightened around Piacci neck and small pillars began to draw up from his fingers. A burning sensation filled Piacci body as the pillars turned into black charred smoke. Draco somehow was burning Piacci with his hand. Piacci let out cries of agony and pain the made Draco grin more and more as the burning grew more and more every moment. Finally Piacci entire body erupted into flames and Draco stood back watching as Piacci screams slowly died out as he was slowly eaten alive by the flames.
"That looks like it hurts." Draco said laughing at his on little wise crack.
"Draco," a voice came weakly from behind him. Draco turned around.
"Goyle?" Draco questioned his own eye sight. Goyle was struggling to stand up holding tightly to the entrance of the doorway, blood drooling from his entire body and leaking onto Draco's expensive carpet.
"What happened?" Draco finally questioned realizing that he wasn't dreaming.
Goyle eyes blinked heavily. The flames of Piacci body sent strange shadows dancing around Goyle's bruised face. It gave him a mysterious look on his face. Finally he spoke his voice worn and tired and barely audible.
"P-potter," he struggled to say this, the simplest of words. "He isn't dead." He took in a lot of deep breaths. "He killed Crabe."
"WHAT?" Draco screamed louder then Piacci roars. The flames blazing behind him seemed perfect since at the moment Draco seemed like Satan himself to Goyle.
"I thought you and Crabe told me Potter was dead!" he shouted a little lower then before. "You two have completely thrown a wrench in my machinery."
"I-I am sorry," Goyle whispered barely alive.
"Sorry doesn't cut it this time Goyle." Draco coldly replied. He reached into his suit and pulled out his wand. "Avada Kadvera,"
