A/N: You know what? I have a teacher in school who reminds me really, really, strongly of Professor Umbridge…seriously! She berated my friends and I about something ("You've taken your books out, but you're not studying, you're just chit-chatting and 'borak' ", which basically means talking crap…it was a free period, we can use it however we want! Busy-body teacher…) Anyway one of my friends said, "What's 'borak'?" The teacher must have heard, because she said in this fake, sweet voice "You don't know what 'borak' means?" It really reminded me of Professor Umbridge! And when she first came in to the class she was telling us how to greet her, something like that, well she was telling us how to do something, I can't remember what, but Professor Umbridge did that to Harry too! She even looks a bit like how I imagined Umbridge to be…and when I pointed this out to my friend she said, "Oh, yeah, you're right! She is like Umbridge!"
Disclaimer: I don't think I've done this in a long, long time. Everything to do with Harry Potter (characters, names of places, etc.) belong to JK Rowling (how could you kill him off? How could you?) Plot, however, is mine, and all mine! :P
Chapter 11: What idiot would have a throne?
Dumbledore, Draco had been told, would be coming to dinner. Draco spent the day alternating between guilt and trying to convince himself that Voldemort was to blame. In the evening Draco helped his mother clean the cottage, cook dinner and lastly to set the table. It really wasn't very hard if the cottage could be clean and tidy with a thought, and your dinner could appear in a second. We don't need house-elves after all, Draco thought absent-mindedly.
Dumbledore arrived at seven o'clock. Draco let him into the cottage. Dinner was rather enjoyable although Draco did not enjoy it as much as he would have done if he did not have something hanging over his head.
"Professor," Draco began when dinner was over (he'd made up his mind over dessert) and everything had been cleared up (Draco helped---one second and everything was spick and span), "You said that I can destroy the Dark Lord."
"Yes," Dumbledore said slowly.
"Well, I…I would---I want to try."
"You want to walk into danger? You want to kill yourself?" Draco's father said.
"I can do it. I have to. Professor Dumbledore, you said it yourself, I'm the only person who has a good chance of killing him."
"You can't," Lucius turned to Dumbledore. "Tell him he can't go, tell him he can't do it."
"It is his choice, I cannot make it for him."
"I knew it! You want him to go! You want him to risk his life just so you can get what you want, don't you? You don't care if I lose my son, you just want him so he can do what you want…you're not taking my only son and sending to his deathbed---"
"Darling, calm down," Narcissa tried to soothe him. "Dumbledore wouldn't let him go unless he was sure he could handle it."
"Father, I can't let more people die," Draco said. Because of me, he did not add.
Draco's father saw the stubborn look in his son's eyes and knew he could not dissuade him. He turned to Dumbledore. "How is Draco supposed to kill him? The Avada Kedavra Curse won't kill him."
I'm going to become a murderer, Draco realized. I'm going to kill a human being. No, not a human, he's not human. He's a monster…and with that thought, Draco shook away any doubts about killing Voldemort.
"Yes, the Curse will not kill him---"
"I don't know how to do the Curse anyway," Draco interrupted. "I was thinking of taking away his wand so he'd be helpless, and then---"
"Taking away his wand, I fear, will not render him completely helpless," Dumbledore said. "He may still be able to use magic. You see, now that you can use magic without your wand, others can too. Only strong witches and wizards will be able---"
"How? I thought I was the only person who could do that," Draco interrupted again.
"You act as a sort of key. Once you were able to do that, others could too. I don't think they will be able to master it as well as you have, though. Your speed and accuracy is remarkable," Dumbledore said.
"Speed and accuracy?" Draco repeated blankly.
"When you clean up your room how long does it take? Which part do you clean up first?"
Draco did not see how this had to do with anything, but he answered the questions anyway. "Just a second. The whole room in one second." Or less, Draco added as an afterthought.
"How do you do that?"
Draco shrugged. "I just want it to be neat, and it's neat."
"You don't have to think of the individual spells that need to be cast?"
"No. I don't even need to think about the bedcovers and then the pillows or anything like that. It's like when I want tea, I just think of the tea and it appears in my hand. I don't even need to add milk and sugar, it's already there." To demonstrate, Draco made a cup of tea appear on the table.
"No waving…" Dumbledore mused.
"Not anymore. Just thought." Draco paused. "So you're saying that he can do what I do, only slower?"
"Yes. He's powerful. He knows he will be able to. As to whether he can perform spells without even saying the words, like you can…I do not know the answer to that."
"So what are you saying? That whether or not he has a wand it won't make any difference?"
"I think it will make the world of difference. The Unforgivable Curses are very difficult to perform, I do not know if Voldemort will be able to perform them without a wand. However it is still very possible. I just wanted you to be aware of that. It won't be an easy get his wand away from him before killing him. He can, and will fight back."
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Draco took a deep breath, tried to still the butterflies in his stomach. Dumbledore and him had spent the past three days preparing Draco for his meeting with Voldemort. He had been given plenty of opportunity to back out---stupid, really, that he hadn't, he thought---and was now doing the unthinkable; planning to walk right into Voldemort's lair.
Draco said goodbye to his parents and Dumbledore before snapping his fingers.
A blink later he found himself in an elaborate throneroom. About five Death-Eaters lined the walls on either side of Draco. Draco was standing in front of a mighty, evil-looking throne of black marble.
Sitting on the throne was---yes, you guessed it---Lord Voldemort himself. If he was surprised, his evil red eyes, set in that pale face of his, did not show it. Strangely enough, Draco did not feel any fear when he saw him. True, he had been extremely nervous prior to this, but now that he was in front of Voldemort, he felt strangely calm. In fact, incredulously, his first thought was---
A throne? What frigging idiot would have a frigging throne?
The next moment the Death-Eaters had seized him. He struggled for a while before giving up. He could get rid of then whenever he wanted to.
"You dare insult me?" Voldemort hissed softly, getting up slowly from the throne. His hand went for his wand. Draco noticed the blood-red ruby on his middle finger.
"Oh no you don't," Draco said.
Voldemort pointed his wand at Draco. "Oh yes I do. Crucio."
The wand was broken before he had finished the sentence. In fact, it flew right out of his hand and winked out of existence.
Voldemort's eyes went cold with shock and anger. He stood trying to regain his composure. In a second the Death-Eaters had been thrown against the far wall.
"So," he took a step forward, raising his hand. "You want to play it that way?" (A/N: Yes, I know, I'm very lame…so sue me)
There was a blast and Draco was thrown against the wall. He shook his head, feeling a little dazed.
"Cru---"
"Crucio yourself," Draco retorted, getting up. He slammed Voldemort to the floor before turning him into a ferret and bouncing him on the floor. Ironic, really, that he ahd gotten the idea from Professor Moody. Dear Professor Moody, he thought sarcastically. It was lovely of you to embarrass me in front of everyone.
Voldemort, Draco found, did not make a very good ferret. He was all bald, for one thing, and instead of pink skin it was all mottled and gray.
"I must say," Draco remarked, pushing the Death-Eaters to the wall again, "you don't make a very good ferret. Disgusting, really, like that revolting excuse for an owl Weasley has."
He's an animal, Draco reminded himself. A savage animal who deserves what I'm going to do. Draco was going to kill Voldemort but before he did that he was going to make his last moments the worst in his life.
How? The spell Draco was planning to use was extremely difficult, but it would definitely do the job…and, as Dumbledore had said, considering all that Voldemort had done both to his followers and his victims, the spell would be capable of killing him both in body and soul. (A/N: Like I said before, ignore my lameness)
Should I do it now? Yes. Why delay?
Draco stopped bouncing Voldemort the ferret and turned him back into Voldemort. If what he was about to do was going to work, he needed Voldemort as Voldemort, not as a ferret.
He had not taken into account how quickly Voldemort would recover, however. In seconds Draco was rolling on the floor in pain. Then the Death-Eaters had seized him, stilling his movements but not his screams.
Voldemort pressed his face close to Draco, who was now shaking. "So. You thought you were a match for the great Lord Voldemort? You thought you could insult me and get away with it?"
A fresh surge of pain, which blinded Draco. He struggled not to scream, but it came out anyway.
"You were wrong, you insolent little fool," Voldemort hissed. "Now you die."
Draco summoned up the last of his strength. He shouted "Lacarne Extirpate" at the same time Voldemort hissed "Avada Kadavra".
A/N: Oooh, cliffhanger…the sole purpose so that readers will stay hooked and not stop reading! Hmm, well, you could think it's pretty predictable, but I could make Draco die…muahahaha!
Can anyone tell me what a "Mary Sue" fic is? I've heard the term before, I wanted to know what it meant…anyone know?
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