~Nothing is ever as it seems

~Nothing is ever as it seems....Chap 3~



Draco slowly woke up, his surrondings coming back into focus. He slowly looked at his bedside, to see that he had slept not the entire day, but had also found out that he was the only one awake. Well, how many other folks to do you know that are up around 2 and on a school night?

He also found that the letter was on the table as well, and grabbed it, hoping that it was all just a dream and this was something that an owl left for him (it was common knowlodge that Draco was a sound sleeper and would hex the first thing that he saw if woken up before he wanted to) while he was asleep. He re-read the letter, once again.





Dear Draco,


This letter is not one of the usuals, its more like one of your Father's usuals. Now, read this and read this good.

They are getting ready to put 'Plan' into action soon. Sooner then both of our likings. I wish that they would slow it down, for the faster they do, the more chances of it blowing up in all of our faces, literally.

Also, your Father's 'friends' have been popping in and out of the Manor like they were mad. Nearly every time I turn around, either somebody just left or somebody just appeared. It is quite nerve racking. The others have taken it to, well basically, move in.

They are also planning the time that you join them, under their Master. Now, let me tell you right now, though you probably already know, you Father wants nothing more then you to join him. To show that you are a worthy heir of his, and to prove that he raised you according to his standards.

Right now, I believe that there is not a single doubt in his mind that you will refuse to join him, unlike some otheres. They have also been planning, a plan that involves you not joining. I haven't gotten the full details of it, but it boils down to your death. They fear that if you do not join, that you will turn in all of the names that you know to the Minstery, and that is one of the last things that they want on their mind right now. They have also began to list substiutes that would fill your place in 'Plan' if you refuse. Right now, they are debating over Zabini and Parkinson, though, I have a feeling that they would prefer that you did and save them the trouble.

Now, if you're not for certian, talk to Severus, if he hasn't already left. I believe that you two share some sort of a bond, use that and use him as a wall. And if you need to, ask for his advice. Salazar knows how much he's glad to be in charge. If he has left, I urge you to write it down and then answer yourself. Now, use this as a last resort, for I'm sure that this will cause an uproar. If neither one of the two helps, go to Dumbledore. Though, if you do go, your decision is already made, and I'm sure that he'll offer you some sort of protection.

Also, do not trust your fellow housemates. Not any more. There has been rumors about them, that lead us to believe that they are spies. Do not change your attitude towards them, just do not confide in them, and act normal.

I also urge you to not reply to this immediently. To think about it for a few days, so that you can clear your head. For once your decison is made, Draco, you life course has been set. You must stick to your decision at all costs, do not let anyone convince you other wise nor make the decision for you. It is you, and only you, that should and will make it.

Now, on a happier note, how is Hogwarts? I'm sure that you love the fact that you're Head Boy. Your Father and I are very, very, proud that you beat Potter, and the fact that you are the most powerful wizard in your year, as a matter of fact. Keep me updated, Draco, and I await your owl in a few days time.


Love always,

Mummy




Draco weakily smiled, looking back at her signature, slightly turning red. For, not very few 17 year olds called their Mother, Mummy, while he still did. She still did not miss a thing, not even with Professor Snape. In his past years, he had always thought that Mummy had told him to watch out for him, well, turns out that she hadn't. "You still don't miss a thing, Mummy," he said, shaking his head.

He looked at himself in the mirror, he hadn't even changed out of his robes, and sighed. "I'm something, aren't I? With a concerned Mum, and a 'I-don't-give-a-damn' Father, you'd wonder how I am," Draco said, and smirked. He still looked like Lucius, but he reckoned that he would look more likd Narcissa before he turned 20.

His gaze shifted back to the letter, "So you were right, Mummy. I do have your handwriting," he said, realizing for the first time that he had the same small and deicate handwriting style as his Mother did.

A loud, 'BANG', sounded and he immediently pocketed the letter and grabbed his wand. His cold grey eyes, that looked like they were warming up a few mintues ago, darted around the room, searching for its source. He would've bet 10 galleons that it echoed all through out the dungeons and the entire Slytherin dormatories.

After a few tense moments he sat layed down on his bed, only to hear it again, but this time, he could've sworn that it was in the Common Room and echoed all across the castle. It was only a matter of time till the Professors came down to see what it was.

He was quiet and did not hear any voices or footsteps in the common room. Cursing inwardly he left his dormatory and went up to the Commom Room to see a tall figure, wearing a black cloak.


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Harry Potter was sleeping and dreaming, but it was not a pleasent dream, in fact it was far from it.




Harry looked around, "Am I still on the Hogw--", he was interrupted as he saw Malfoy running towards a forest, followed by many witches and wizards in black cloaks and masks.

Harry watched, then followed, he got nearer to the group and saw that they were Death Eaters, and had their wands out. His eyes darted to Malfoy, who looked not quite himself, like fear was emitting from him.

"Malfoy," Harry cried out as Malfoy slipped, fell, and was surronded by the Death Eaters in seconds. Harry pushed his way through the pack of them and looked at Malfoy. This was *not* the Malfoy that he knew. This was somebody that had bruises and gashes all over him, that only looked like him.

One by one, the Death Eaters kicked him, until there was one left. "C'mon, Severus, its fun. You should have a go," said one, that Harry thought sounded like Wormtail.

"I'd rather not, that boy is my pupil," replied Severus, leaving Harry stunned.

"Well, maybe Master can change your mind then," said another Death Eater.




Harry woke up, sitting up and sweat dripping down his face. He rubbed his scar, as it was slightly stinging. "Maybe....who was that," Harry said, talking into the darkness.