When Harry entered the Office of Magical Law the next morning, he found himself standing in a brightly lit room with large bay windows and a view of the ocean. As Harry stood looking at the back of an eleborate velvet armchair, a lilting voice said;
"Please, sit down..."
//Why does that voice sound so familiar? Who exactly is in that chair? That haunting voice...hell, it's like I've known it well all my life but just can't or refuse to remember who it is. Okay that's it, turn the damn chair around or I'll find Fluffy and set him on your jugular.//
"Welcome, Potter. I am your final chance...your one and only last hope for redemption and life. I am your Saviour, Harry Potter."
//Oh Sweet Jesus you must be kidding me! This must be some big cosmic joke, because...no! Absolutely no fucking way this is happening! And who exactly does he think he is anyway? He's making it sound as if he's my own personal Christ.//
"Potter, through me is the only way you'll ever even have a chance in the Court. So I suggest you stop gawking at me, stop blinking like your eyelids as if they're having a seizure, and sit your damn ass down in that fucking chair."
//Oh nice one Malfoy, very smooth. Mention his ass why don't you? Now he's going to think you're a bloody homosexual!//
//Now there's the Draco Malfoy I love. Please God, if you're punishing me...know this. I didn't kill Sirius Black. I haven't ever done drugs or stolen anything, except for that pen from the newsagency in Hogsmeade. I haven't ever lusted after or had sinful thoughts about anyone I shouldn't have...except that whole thing with Severus Snape in seventh but...okay so I have been a bit bad, God.//
"Let's assess your case, shall we Potter?"
//But couldn't you give me a little bit of credit and let Voldemort catch me instead of assigning Malfoy as my only hope!? Dear God, if you're listening, please send a heavenly bolt of lightning through the ceiling that will fry my pitiful body and render me dead within a few microseconds. Amen.//
"Are you listening to me Potter?"
"What?" Harry rubbed his tired eyes and gazed wearily at Malfoy.
"Potter if you don't pay attention, I swear, I will just give up on you and let you die without a trial. I'm trying to help you here."
//Death doesn't seem that bad. I'll get to see my parents. I'll get to see my friends. I hope you're looking after Hermione up there, Ron - tell Cedric I said hello, okay? And Mum and Dad I love you. But you know that, don't you? And Remus...I know Sirius missed you very much while he was alive. I guess you two are together now, happy together forever. That's a nice thought. To be with the one you love for all eternity. It's a pity...I'm going to die without ever having had someone to love and love me back...//
"Personally, Potter, I don't want to see you die."
//Why not? I'm sure Hell is better than being at the mercy of Draco Malfoy."
Malfoy pressed his fingertips together and arched his palms.
"Now let's see, first things first, I've managed to secure a month's probation before your trial. This means you'll be able to live away from Azkaban-"
"Why?"
"What, do you mean you want to go back there? Show some gratitude, Potter!" He snarled, wolf-like, his face flushed with frustration.
//His face pretty in pink, blushing like that, and his lip curled in- oh what the hell am I thinking? Fuck! I did NOT just say Malfoy was pretty, I DID NOT...ugh! Note to self, you sick pervert: wash mind with soap and flush brain with industrial-grade disinfectant.//
"I've worked my ass off to get this-"
"No. Why are you doing all this?" Harry mumbled, concentrating incredibly intensely at a paperweight on the table.
//Why not throw me in the snake pit and leave me as jail bait? Don't look at his eyes. DO NOT look in his crystal bl- agh!//
"I don't want to see an innocent man die." The blonde adonis tossed his fringe back and crossed his arms across his chest
"Innocent, how do you know I'm innocent? Of all people, Malfoy," Harry snorted, his mind trying to control his hormones and willing his face to glower at the man in front. "I thought you'd be the one who'd sign my death warrant."
"Let's put it this way. This case is more than anything providing a challenge. And I do love a good challenge." A smirk...was it a grin? "And of course, it is quite entertaining."
"Entertaining!? What, win the case, have Harry Potter in debt to me and have him pay me back by doing some tragically degrading, possibly including nudity and fish-net stockings??"
//That was GREAT Potter. Really - brilliant! Honestly, if you don't die from humiliation right now you should do the 'ol 'Kedavra' act on yourself tonight. Malfoy's going to think you're a bloody fairy now. Screw killing Seamus or Malfoy...suicide's enough!//
Malfoy laughed somewhat merrily, before...
"No, Potter. Can I let you in on a secret?" He grinned nastily. "A dark little secret of mine?"
"What?" Harry breathed, his mind buzzing.
"I know who killed Sirius Black, in fact...I know him very well. And telling you won't matter, because no-one will believe a thing you say. Come here." Malfoy beckoned lazily with one finger. Harry leant forward. "I know, Potter...
...because the one who murdered him, happens to be my father."
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cookiejarnotes:
like it? want to know more? then let me know! :D keep reviewing...reviewers are inspirational, sincere and above all things wonderful! luv ya guys!
-Diamonds
BTW: I have nothing against people of homosexual orientation. I think we're all beautiful and that God loves us for who we are...so what Draco said is only there to serve the purpose of representing HIS (Draco's) thoughts, and his own opinion. It is not intended to insult, degrade or put-down ANYONE.
:)
"Please, sit down..."
//Why does that voice sound so familiar? Who exactly is in that chair? That haunting voice...hell, it's like I've known it well all my life but just can't or refuse to remember who it is. Okay that's it, turn the damn chair around or I'll find Fluffy and set him on your jugular.//
"Welcome, Potter. I am your final chance...your one and only last hope for redemption and life. I am your Saviour, Harry Potter."
//Oh Sweet Jesus you must be kidding me! This must be some big cosmic joke, because...no! Absolutely no fucking way this is happening! And who exactly does he think he is anyway? He's making it sound as if he's my own personal Christ.//
"Potter, through me is the only way you'll ever even have a chance in the Court. So I suggest you stop gawking at me, stop blinking like your eyelids as if they're having a seizure, and sit your damn ass down in that fucking chair."
//Oh nice one Malfoy, very smooth. Mention his ass why don't you? Now he's going to think you're a bloody homosexual!//
//Now there's the Draco Malfoy I love. Please God, if you're punishing me...know this. I didn't kill Sirius Black. I haven't ever done drugs or stolen anything, except for that pen from the newsagency in Hogsmeade. I haven't ever lusted after or had sinful thoughts about anyone I shouldn't have...except that whole thing with Severus Snape in seventh but...okay so I have been a bit bad, God.//
"Let's assess your case, shall we Potter?"
//But couldn't you give me a little bit of credit and let Voldemort catch me instead of assigning Malfoy as my only hope!? Dear God, if you're listening, please send a heavenly bolt of lightning through the ceiling that will fry my pitiful body and render me dead within a few microseconds. Amen.//
"Are you listening to me Potter?"
"What?" Harry rubbed his tired eyes and gazed wearily at Malfoy.
"Potter if you don't pay attention, I swear, I will just give up on you and let you die without a trial. I'm trying to help you here."
//Death doesn't seem that bad. I'll get to see my parents. I'll get to see my friends. I hope you're looking after Hermione up there, Ron - tell Cedric I said hello, okay? And Mum and Dad I love you. But you know that, don't you? And Remus...I know Sirius missed you very much while he was alive. I guess you two are together now, happy together forever. That's a nice thought. To be with the one you love for all eternity. It's a pity...I'm going to die without ever having had someone to love and love me back...//
"Personally, Potter, I don't want to see you die."
//Why not? I'm sure Hell is better than being at the mercy of Draco Malfoy."
Malfoy pressed his fingertips together and arched his palms.
"Now let's see, first things first, I've managed to secure a month's probation before your trial. This means you'll be able to live away from Azkaban-"
"Why?"
"What, do you mean you want to go back there? Show some gratitude, Potter!" He snarled, wolf-like, his face flushed with frustration.
//His face pretty in pink, blushing like that, and his lip curled in- oh what the hell am I thinking? Fuck! I did NOT just say Malfoy was pretty, I DID NOT...ugh! Note to self, you sick pervert: wash mind with soap and flush brain with industrial-grade disinfectant.//
"I've worked my ass off to get this-"
"No. Why are you doing all this?" Harry mumbled, concentrating incredibly intensely at a paperweight on the table.
//Why not throw me in the snake pit and leave me as jail bait? Don't look at his eyes. DO NOT look in his crystal bl- agh!//
"I don't want to see an innocent man die." The blonde adonis tossed his fringe back and crossed his arms across his chest
"Innocent, how do you know I'm innocent? Of all people, Malfoy," Harry snorted, his mind trying to control his hormones and willing his face to glower at the man in front. "I thought you'd be the one who'd sign my death warrant."
"Let's put it this way. This case is more than anything providing a challenge. And I do love a good challenge." A smirk...was it a grin? "And of course, it is quite entertaining."
"Entertaining!? What, win the case, have Harry Potter in debt to me and have him pay me back by doing some tragically degrading, possibly including nudity and fish-net stockings??"
//That was GREAT Potter. Really - brilliant! Honestly, if you don't die from humiliation right now you should do the 'ol 'Kedavra' act on yourself tonight. Malfoy's going to think you're a bloody fairy now. Screw killing Seamus or Malfoy...suicide's enough!//
Malfoy laughed somewhat merrily, before...
"No, Potter. Can I let you in on a secret?" He grinned nastily. "A dark little secret of mine?"
"What?" Harry breathed, his mind buzzing.
"I know who killed Sirius Black, in fact...I know him very well. And telling you won't matter, because no-one will believe a thing you say. Come here." Malfoy beckoned lazily with one finger. Harry leant forward. "I know, Potter...
...because the one who murdered him, happens to be my father."
----
cookiejarnotes:
like it? want to know more? then let me know! :D keep reviewing...reviewers are inspirational, sincere and above all things wonderful! luv ya guys!
-Diamonds
BTW: I have nothing against people of homosexual orientation. I think we're all beautiful and that God loves us for who we are...so what Draco said is only there to serve the purpose of representing HIS (Draco's) thoughts, and his own opinion. It is not intended to insult, degrade or put-down ANYONE.
:)