Chapter Name: The Truth Could be Fatal to Some
PyRei: Yah X2 WAS really good! I loved it...you'll find out what happened
to his granny this chapter or next.
Taylor lolz: Thank you much!
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Christmas came and went in the Manor. Draco got a shiny pocketknife from his father and a new set of silver robes from his grandfather. Pansy sent him a love letter, which he glanced at then threw in the fireplace. Ford sent him a bag of Dungbombs and a book on curses with a hurried note explaining that the Dungbombs were for his birthday but he didn't think Lucius would approve of them. Draco smiled briefly has he read the note. Tempest didn't send him anything. Only a letter hoping he had a great Christmas.
"As if." Draco snorted.
Draco had been surprised to see a letter from Potter and Co. He looked it over carefully and slowly opened it.
Lucius had been very angry when he saw half of Draco's room smothered and smoke and soot and the other half covered in pink and purple pansies. (A/N: Flowers you guys!)
A couple days after Christmas Draco received a letter from the last person on earth he wanted to hear from. Voldemort.
'Draco,' it said
'There will be another meeting on the thirty-first of this month in the Riddle mansion at 9:00 PM. We will discuss plans of our next attack and the success of our last.'
Draco guessed he meant Hogsmeade. But that was so long ago!
"Oh well," Draco thought. "We all know he's a little loony."
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On the thirty-first of December at 8:30 Draco and Lucius prepared to leave for the Death Eater meeting.
After putting on the robes and masks, Lucius and Draco concentrated on the interior of the Riddle Mansion.
"Eret em Etarappa." Father and son whispered in unison.
When all of the Death Eaters arrived and formed the circle around Voldemort's throne he clapped his hands in delight.
"Brothers!" he said. "It has been too long since we have met! With the exception of Knott, Crabbe, and MacNair."
Draco wondered what he was talking about.
"Yes." Lord Voldemort continued "Two of our brothers were being watched very closely by an annoying old woman. I had to dispose of her before she reported my best Death Eater and his son." Voldemort looked right at Draco and Lucius as he spoke and Draco understood.
Voldemort had killed his grandmother. Draco felt a strong surge of hatred flow through his veins as he looked upon the mutilated, un-recognizable face of Tom Riddle.
"It was simple." Voldemort was saying. "I asked Lucius of her movements and he told me that she was getting suspicious of him. He could see it in her eyes whenever she looked down on her son. So I knew she must be killed. I talked to Lucius about it and he said a poison should suffice. So during young Draco's party Knott gave her a headache with the aching spell. Avery and MacNair snuck up to the potions cabinet and poisoned the pain-relieving potion. And the rest, brothers, is history!"
Voldemort smirked, amused by his last procedure. Draco looked at Voldemort through his mask, his eyes cold as ice. As he went through all the possible curses he could use he heard the word 'Hogwarts.'
Draco looked up immediately.
"What?" He asked. Everyone turned on him in an instant.
"What do you mean 'what'?" Pansy's father asked.
"What about Hogwarts?" Draco concentrated on Voldemort knowing all eyes were on him.
Voldemort looked surprised that Draco hadn't been listening.
"I said, tonight we will be planning our attack on Hogwarts. Is that a problem for you?" Voldemort was leering at Draco.
"N-no Master." Draco said bowing. "I was just...confused."
"As always." Snape growled.
Draco's head snapped up as he looked on his potions master. How could he just sit back and watch this happen?! Hundreds of students could be killed. The staff alike! Draco hid his surprise however. It wouldn't do to have Voldemort questioning his loyalty.
Draco listened to all the details. They would attack on the second to last day of school, in the dead of night when everyone would be asleep or very tired.
Voldemort dismissed them at 9:45, saying he would inform them of the next meeting. Snape stopped Draco before he was about to Apparate home.
"Remember the start-of-term is in a week. Do you just want to Apparate to Hogwarts with me?" Snape asked.
Draco looked at his father. "May I Sir?" Draco asked his father.
"I suppose so." Lucius said, watching Snape very carefully. "I will send your stuff with the train tomorrow."
"Thank you Father." Draco said humbly.
Then Draco concentrated on Hogsmeade and disappeared. Snape appeared next to him a couple seconds later.
They rode the carriages in silence until Draco broke it about halfway there.
"Have a lot of students stayed for the holidays?" Draco asked Snape.
The professor looked away from the window and at Draco.
"No. Everyone left to be with his or her families. With our Lord back you never know when someone is going to die next."
"Everyone Sir? Even Potter?"
"Yes. Potter went with the Weasleys."
"Oh."
When they got to the huge oak doors lightning struck and almost an instant later, the rain fell down.
As they stepped in the entrance hall Draco turned to Snape.
"I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore." He said.
Snape looked mildly surprised. "Ok. Follow me."
Draco followed Snape through Hogwarts to the stone gargoyle. Snape whispered the password and the ugly monster jumped aside to let them in.
"Thank you sir." Draco said hoping Snape would take the hint and leave. He didn't. He stepped right behind Draco onto the escalator-like steps.
When they got to the top Draco hesitantly knocked on the door.
"Come in." Called Dumbledore's cheery voice.
Draco slowly opened the door and stepped in.
"Ah Mister Malfoy!" Dumbledore said lightly. "Come in, come in!" Would you like a lemon drop."
Draco looked at the tiny yellow candy in Dumbledore's hand and shook his head.
"No thank you sir." I would like to talk to you. Alone." He said, looking pointedly at Snape.
Dumbledore looked at the black-haired man. "Please excuse us Severus." He said quietly.
Snape looked at Draco and nodded curtly. "Of course Headmaster." Then he strode out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.
"That may be the first time Professor Snape has left a room without slamming the door behind him." Dumbledore said, his twinkling blue eyes on the teen before him.
"Now, Draco, what did you want to talk about?"
Draco took a deep breath wondering if he should not talk and just make a run for it. But something about the old man before him made him want to stay.
"You see Sir," Draco started. "This is really hard for me to talk about."
"Just let it all out Draco." Dumbledore said softly.
So Draco did. He rolled up his rob sleeve and showed Dumbledore the Mark. He said how everyday he felt worse and worse about his actions. Draco said he decided to talk to him after he found out that Voldemort had killed the only person left in his life that he cared about.
"What about your father?" Dumbledore asked softly.
Draco's eyes hardened. "My father cares nothing of me." He said coldly. "He only cares about serving Voldemort."
"I'm sorry." Dumbledore said. "Please continue."
Draco talked and talked about that everything wrong in his life had Voldemort behind it.
After about twenty minutes Draco broke off, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I'm wasting your time. You probably don't even understand what my point is."
"But I do!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "You want to punish, to destroy Voldemort for everything he's done."
Draco looked at the Headmaster surprised. "Yessir. That's exactly what I mean! I just didn't know how to say it..."
"I'm glad you came to talk to me." Dumbledore said, standing up. "I may have the answer to your problem."
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Hi! Hope you liked it! I know it's kinda short, sorry 'bout that! Please review with questions, comments, or flames! I take anything!
BEEFYWPAC
PyRei: Yah X2 WAS really good! I loved it...you'll find out what happened
to his granny this chapter or next.
Taylor lolz: Thank you much!
*~*~*~*~*
Christmas came and went in the Manor. Draco got a shiny pocketknife from his father and a new set of silver robes from his grandfather. Pansy sent him a love letter, which he glanced at then threw in the fireplace. Ford sent him a bag of Dungbombs and a book on curses with a hurried note explaining that the Dungbombs were for his birthday but he didn't think Lucius would approve of them. Draco smiled briefly has he read the note. Tempest didn't send him anything. Only a letter hoping he had a great Christmas.
"As if." Draco snorted.
Draco had been surprised to see a letter from Potter and Co. He looked it over carefully and slowly opened it.
Lucius had been very angry when he saw half of Draco's room smothered and smoke and soot and the other half covered in pink and purple pansies. (A/N: Flowers you guys!)
A couple days after Christmas Draco received a letter from the last person on earth he wanted to hear from. Voldemort.
'Draco,' it said
'There will be another meeting on the thirty-first of this month in the Riddle mansion at 9:00 PM. We will discuss plans of our next attack and the success of our last.'
Draco guessed he meant Hogsmeade. But that was so long ago!
"Oh well," Draco thought. "We all know he's a little loony."
*~*~*~*~*
On the thirty-first of December at 8:30 Draco and Lucius prepared to leave for the Death Eater meeting.
After putting on the robes and masks, Lucius and Draco concentrated on the interior of the Riddle Mansion.
"Eret em Etarappa." Father and son whispered in unison.
When all of the Death Eaters arrived and formed the circle around Voldemort's throne he clapped his hands in delight.
"Brothers!" he said. "It has been too long since we have met! With the exception of Knott, Crabbe, and MacNair."
Draco wondered what he was talking about.
"Yes." Lord Voldemort continued "Two of our brothers were being watched very closely by an annoying old woman. I had to dispose of her before she reported my best Death Eater and his son." Voldemort looked right at Draco and Lucius as he spoke and Draco understood.
Voldemort had killed his grandmother. Draco felt a strong surge of hatred flow through his veins as he looked upon the mutilated, un-recognizable face of Tom Riddle.
"It was simple." Voldemort was saying. "I asked Lucius of her movements and he told me that she was getting suspicious of him. He could see it in her eyes whenever she looked down on her son. So I knew she must be killed. I talked to Lucius about it and he said a poison should suffice. So during young Draco's party Knott gave her a headache with the aching spell. Avery and MacNair snuck up to the potions cabinet and poisoned the pain-relieving potion. And the rest, brothers, is history!"
Voldemort smirked, amused by his last procedure. Draco looked at Voldemort through his mask, his eyes cold as ice. As he went through all the possible curses he could use he heard the word 'Hogwarts.'
Draco looked up immediately.
"What?" He asked. Everyone turned on him in an instant.
"What do you mean 'what'?" Pansy's father asked.
"What about Hogwarts?" Draco concentrated on Voldemort knowing all eyes were on him.
Voldemort looked surprised that Draco hadn't been listening.
"I said, tonight we will be planning our attack on Hogwarts. Is that a problem for you?" Voldemort was leering at Draco.
"N-no Master." Draco said bowing. "I was just...confused."
"As always." Snape growled.
Draco's head snapped up as he looked on his potions master. How could he just sit back and watch this happen?! Hundreds of students could be killed. The staff alike! Draco hid his surprise however. It wouldn't do to have Voldemort questioning his loyalty.
Draco listened to all the details. They would attack on the second to last day of school, in the dead of night when everyone would be asleep or very tired.
Voldemort dismissed them at 9:45, saying he would inform them of the next meeting. Snape stopped Draco before he was about to Apparate home.
"Remember the start-of-term is in a week. Do you just want to Apparate to Hogwarts with me?" Snape asked.
Draco looked at his father. "May I Sir?" Draco asked his father.
"I suppose so." Lucius said, watching Snape very carefully. "I will send your stuff with the train tomorrow."
"Thank you Father." Draco said humbly.
Then Draco concentrated on Hogsmeade and disappeared. Snape appeared next to him a couple seconds later.
They rode the carriages in silence until Draco broke it about halfway there.
"Have a lot of students stayed for the holidays?" Draco asked Snape.
The professor looked away from the window and at Draco.
"No. Everyone left to be with his or her families. With our Lord back you never know when someone is going to die next."
"Everyone Sir? Even Potter?"
"Yes. Potter went with the Weasleys."
"Oh."
When they got to the huge oak doors lightning struck and almost an instant later, the rain fell down.
As they stepped in the entrance hall Draco turned to Snape.
"I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore." He said.
Snape looked mildly surprised. "Ok. Follow me."
Draco followed Snape through Hogwarts to the stone gargoyle. Snape whispered the password and the ugly monster jumped aside to let them in.
"Thank you sir." Draco said hoping Snape would take the hint and leave. He didn't. He stepped right behind Draco onto the escalator-like steps.
When they got to the top Draco hesitantly knocked on the door.
"Come in." Called Dumbledore's cheery voice.
Draco slowly opened the door and stepped in.
"Ah Mister Malfoy!" Dumbledore said lightly. "Come in, come in!" Would you like a lemon drop."
Draco looked at the tiny yellow candy in Dumbledore's hand and shook his head.
"No thank you sir." I would like to talk to you. Alone." He said, looking pointedly at Snape.
Dumbledore looked at the black-haired man. "Please excuse us Severus." He said quietly.
Snape looked at Draco and nodded curtly. "Of course Headmaster." Then he strode out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.
"That may be the first time Professor Snape has left a room without slamming the door behind him." Dumbledore said, his twinkling blue eyes on the teen before him.
"Now, Draco, what did you want to talk about?"
Draco took a deep breath wondering if he should not talk and just make a run for it. But something about the old man before him made him want to stay.
"You see Sir," Draco started. "This is really hard for me to talk about."
"Just let it all out Draco." Dumbledore said softly.
So Draco did. He rolled up his rob sleeve and showed Dumbledore the Mark. He said how everyday he felt worse and worse about his actions. Draco said he decided to talk to him after he found out that Voldemort had killed the only person left in his life that he cared about.
"What about your father?" Dumbledore asked softly.
Draco's eyes hardened. "My father cares nothing of me." He said coldly. "He only cares about serving Voldemort."
"I'm sorry." Dumbledore said. "Please continue."
Draco talked and talked about that everything wrong in his life had Voldemort behind it.
After about twenty minutes Draco broke off, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I'm wasting your time. You probably don't even understand what my point is."
"But I do!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "You want to punish, to destroy Voldemort for everything he's done."
Draco looked at the Headmaster surprised. "Yessir. That's exactly what I mean! I just didn't know how to say it..."
"I'm glad you came to talk to me." Dumbledore said, standing up. "I may have the answer to your problem."
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Hi! Hope you liked it! I know it's kinda short, sorry 'bout that! Please review with questions, comments, or flames! I take anything!
BEEFYWPAC
