kitty : ask and ye shall receive...
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Chapter Sixteen
The Plot Congeals
Draco Malfoy watched the muggles scurry about thoughtfully. He found it rather interesting that his father had met his downfall trying to destroy these useless creatures. Although the legendary Azkaban was no longer guarded by dementors, the name still made grown wizards nervous. Draco was just pleased to have his father neatly tied up an out of the way. He certainly had no love for the muggles, but why waste time and energy on them that could be used to increase one's own power.
That was Draco's plan. Even a marginally talented wizard could use his power to rob these muggles blind. The possibilities in simple bank robbery were endless. He shook himself out of half-formed dreams of an Italian villa and turned his thoughts back to the present. There were things to do first.
There was a curt knock at the door
"Come."
"Mr. Malfoy, delightful to see you back from America." Malfoy's contact with the muggle underworld smiled slightly. Anderson knew just how valuable he was to Malfoy's plans, and acted with a corresponding degree of arrogance. Malfoy ignored the implied insult.
"Good to be back. How have your people fared during my absence?"
"Horribly." Anderson replied honestly, surprising Malfoy. "Three of them are in jail for prior offences. Do you know how hard it is to find someone with experience in explosives who won't brag about the things he's blown up?"
"I leave for a year and everything goes to hell." Malfoy was amused by this. Anderson was annoyed, until Malfoy told him of his plan. Anderson was quite pleased at the prospect of thirty million pounds, even if it was split five ways.
After Anderson left, Malfoy went back to watching muggles pass on the street below. A nice Italian villa, with all those comforts the muggles held so dear. Perhaps even an island in the Pacific somewhere.
Of course, he had a score to settle with Weasley first. And Granger. Malfoy couldn't believe that she'd actually survived. The story went that she'd been in hiding, like some of the other survivors of the Death Eaters. That story didn't feel right to him, but he didn't much care. Revenge would take some careful consideration.
Draco once again reflected on the difference between him and his father. The elder Malfoy would have rushed in without a plan, intent on doing as much damage as possible without regard for his own well-being. Oh well, that's why Lucius Malfoy was in Azkaban and his son wasn't.
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Chapter Sixteen
The Plot Congeals
Draco Malfoy watched the muggles scurry about thoughtfully. He found it rather interesting that his father had met his downfall trying to destroy these useless creatures. Although the legendary Azkaban was no longer guarded by dementors, the name still made grown wizards nervous. Draco was just pleased to have his father neatly tied up an out of the way. He certainly had no love for the muggles, but why waste time and energy on them that could be used to increase one's own power.
That was Draco's plan. Even a marginally talented wizard could use his power to rob these muggles blind. The possibilities in simple bank robbery were endless. He shook himself out of half-formed dreams of an Italian villa and turned his thoughts back to the present. There were things to do first.
There was a curt knock at the door
"Come."
"Mr. Malfoy, delightful to see you back from America." Malfoy's contact with the muggle underworld smiled slightly. Anderson knew just how valuable he was to Malfoy's plans, and acted with a corresponding degree of arrogance. Malfoy ignored the implied insult.
"Good to be back. How have your people fared during my absence?"
"Horribly." Anderson replied honestly, surprising Malfoy. "Three of them are in jail for prior offences. Do you know how hard it is to find someone with experience in explosives who won't brag about the things he's blown up?"
"I leave for a year and everything goes to hell." Malfoy was amused by this. Anderson was annoyed, until Malfoy told him of his plan. Anderson was quite pleased at the prospect of thirty million pounds, even if it was split five ways.
After Anderson left, Malfoy went back to watching muggles pass on the street below. A nice Italian villa, with all those comforts the muggles held so dear. Perhaps even an island in the Pacific somewhere.
Of course, he had a score to settle with Weasley first. And Granger. Malfoy couldn't believe that she'd actually survived. The story went that she'd been in hiding, like some of the other survivors of the Death Eaters. That story didn't feel right to him, but he didn't much care. Revenge would take some careful consideration.
Draco once again reflected on the difference between him and his father. The elder Malfoy would have rushed in without a plan, intent on doing as much damage as possible without regard for his own well-being. Oh well, that's why Lucius Malfoy was in Azkaban and his son wasn't.
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
