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Baby Psycho-
Hope this chapter is enjoyed. I'll try and add the new chapters faster, it just takes a while for ideas. I don't own the Potterverse, if I said I did, I would be lying.
Has anyone seen Velvet Goldmine? Is it any good?
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A Death In The Family-6
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The outcome of his meeting greatly pleased Lucius. Hardly anyone won an argument against Dumbledore, and he had managed to do so in less than 10 minutes. Then again, he shouldn't show off, he had cheated by using a wave of magic to temporarily scramble Dumbledore's thought pattern.
Severus would be rather upset, he had never gotten out of a meeting without agreeing to put his life on the line, or, thought Lucius with a grimace, teaching potions. Dumbledore had made Severus agree to a few rules before he accepted him as a spy, the first was to have limited contact with the dark arts and the other was to take up the position of Potions Master.
The reason Dumbledore gave was that he needed to keep an eye on Severus so he could know whether he was reliable. Lucius personally thought this was a cruel and unusual punishment inflicted on Snape for joining Voldemort. Dumbledore could be a mean person when he wanted to be.
Lucius strode down the hallways, watching as the students unconsciously parted for him. He had already spent too much time in Hogwarts, he had lots of loose ends to tie up. Draco didn't need looking after any more, and if something happened to him Severus was always available.
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Standing outside Severus's door, Lucius raised his hand to the doorknob. He waged a brief internal war with himself. Part of him knew that he should go straight away, while the other part wanted to see his son and say goodbye, like a normal father.
He need not of worried so much. When he opened the door and stepped into the room, he was informed that Draco had already left. Raising one eyebrow at Severus in a questioning manner, Lucius asked,
"What would ever give you the idea that I'm here to see Draco?"
Severus gave his usual sneer as he replied,
"Oh, I bet you came here to grace me with your presence and goodbye then."
Lucius laughed, that was as close to a joke that Severus ever got, this wasn't including sarcastic comments.
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Meanwhile, Draco had abandoned his seat in the astronomy tower. Potter had run off into the forbidden forest and knowing him, he would end up dead or in trouble. Draco rationalised his actions in his head, he wasn't curious about Potter, it was just that if Potter died their plans would be really stuffed up.
The plan wasn't to complicated at the moment, in fact it was quite simple. Harry 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' Potter would engage Voldemort in a large, over- hyped battle in 7th year. Thus killing Voldemort and destroying himself in the one blow.
Severus had made this plan, in one of his fouler moods. Draco had to admit, it wasn't the best plan they had made but it was the funniest one to say. Severus was absolutely evil when he was in a bad mood.
As he turned down the staircase and into the foyer, Draco went over his choices. He could act like an immature brat, call Potter's friend's names and make him feel more depressed, if that was possible. Or he could extend a hand of tolerance, not friendship. When Potter had rejected his friendship on the first day of school he had rejected it for good.
Draco opened the hall doors, exposing his face to the bitter wind. Shoving his hands deeper into his robe pockets, he followed the path into the Forest. Luckily Potter had stuck to the path, it was getting dark and Draco had no intention of getting lost.
Draco slowed down as he heard a noise from the side of the path. He strained his ears, trying to figure out exactly what it was. Looking about he noticed the trees clustered about, blocking out the sky. The noise started again and Draco followed it to a small clearing hidden behind a few overhanging branches.
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Harry sat in the middle of the clearing on a fallen log. His face was buried in his hands, and his shoulders were shaking. At the sound of Draco entering through the bushes he looked up. To Draco's relief Harry hadn't been crying. If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was people crying.
He never cried, it wasn't that he couldn't. He and his father had even shed a few tears for the press at Narcissa's funeral. It was just that he hated the sniffling, the blotchy skin, red eyes and mucus that came with it.
Harry was surprised to see Malfoy standing over him, he knew that he was there to gloat so he might as well get it over with as quick as possible.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
Draco ignored the question, he had decided to go with option two. Walking over to where Harry sat, he perched himself on the edge of the decaying log. They sat in silence for awhile, Harry was busy thinking and Draco wasn't going to be the first one to speak.
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As the last trickles of light started to leave the sky, Draco stood. He offered his hand to Harry in silence, it was completely up to Harry now. It took a few seconds, but just as the day turned to night, Harry accepted the hand that was offered and shook it.
No words were spoken as they made their way back to the castle, there was no point really. There was an understanding between them, they were not friends, but they were not enemies. When they got to the door they parted ways, Harry turned to the Gryffindor steps and Draco went towards the dungeons. Harry waited until Draco was nearly out of hearing range before he repeated his question again.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
Draco heard the question, but he didn't reply. Potter wasn't looking for an answer, and anyway, he would find out what was needed soon enough.
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PLEASE REVIEW! I'll love you forever if you do, thanks to all those wonderful people who have reviewed so far. You are so nice.
Baby Psycho-
Hope this chapter is enjoyed. I'll try and add the new chapters faster, it just takes a while for ideas. I don't own the Potterverse, if I said I did, I would be lying.
Has anyone seen Velvet Goldmine? Is it any good?
^ ^ ^
A Death In The Family-6
^ ^ ^
The outcome of his meeting greatly pleased Lucius. Hardly anyone won an argument against Dumbledore, and he had managed to do so in less than 10 minutes. Then again, he shouldn't show off, he had cheated by using a wave of magic to temporarily scramble Dumbledore's thought pattern.
Severus would be rather upset, he had never gotten out of a meeting without agreeing to put his life on the line, or, thought Lucius with a grimace, teaching potions. Dumbledore had made Severus agree to a few rules before he accepted him as a spy, the first was to have limited contact with the dark arts and the other was to take up the position of Potions Master.
The reason Dumbledore gave was that he needed to keep an eye on Severus so he could know whether he was reliable. Lucius personally thought this was a cruel and unusual punishment inflicted on Snape for joining Voldemort. Dumbledore could be a mean person when he wanted to be.
Lucius strode down the hallways, watching as the students unconsciously parted for him. He had already spent too much time in Hogwarts, he had lots of loose ends to tie up. Draco didn't need looking after any more, and if something happened to him Severus was always available.
^ ^ ^
Standing outside Severus's door, Lucius raised his hand to the doorknob. He waged a brief internal war with himself. Part of him knew that he should go straight away, while the other part wanted to see his son and say goodbye, like a normal father.
He need not of worried so much. When he opened the door and stepped into the room, he was informed that Draco had already left. Raising one eyebrow at Severus in a questioning manner, Lucius asked,
"What would ever give you the idea that I'm here to see Draco?"
Severus gave his usual sneer as he replied,
"Oh, I bet you came here to grace me with your presence and goodbye then."
Lucius laughed, that was as close to a joke that Severus ever got, this wasn't including sarcastic comments.
^ ^ ^
Meanwhile, Draco had abandoned his seat in the astronomy tower. Potter had run off into the forbidden forest and knowing him, he would end up dead or in trouble. Draco rationalised his actions in his head, he wasn't curious about Potter, it was just that if Potter died their plans would be really stuffed up.
The plan wasn't to complicated at the moment, in fact it was quite simple. Harry 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' Potter would engage Voldemort in a large, over- hyped battle in 7th year. Thus killing Voldemort and destroying himself in the one blow.
Severus had made this plan, in one of his fouler moods. Draco had to admit, it wasn't the best plan they had made but it was the funniest one to say. Severus was absolutely evil when he was in a bad mood.
As he turned down the staircase and into the foyer, Draco went over his choices. He could act like an immature brat, call Potter's friend's names and make him feel more depressed, if that was possible. Or he could extend a hand of tolerance, not friendship. When Potter had rejected his friendship on the first day of school he had rejected it for good.
Draco opened the hall doors, exposing his face to the bitter wind. Shoving his hands deeper into his robe pockets, he followed the path into the Forest. Luckily Potter had stuck to the path, it was getting dark and Draco had no intention of getting lost.
Draco slowed down as he heard a noise from the side of the path. He strained his ears, trying to figure out exactly what it was. Looking about he noticed the trees clustered about, blocking out the sky. The noise started again and Draco followed it to a small clearing hidden behind a few overhanging branches.
^ ^ ^
Harry sat in the middle of the clearing on a fallen log. His face was buried in his hands, and his shoulders were shaking. At the sound of Draco entering through the bushes he looked up. To Draco's relief Harry hadn't been crying. If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was people crying.
He never cried, it wasn't that he couldn't. He and his father had even shed a few tears for the press at Narcissa's funeral. It was just that he hated the sniffling, the blotchy skin, red eyes and mucus that came with it.
Harry was surprised to see Malfoy standing over him, he knew that he was there to gloat so he might as well get it over with as quick as possible.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
Draco ignored the question, he had decided to go with option two. Walking over to where Harry sat, he perched himself on the edge of the decaying log. They sat in silence for awhile, Harry was busy thinking and Draco wasn't going to be the first one to speak.
^ ^ ^
As the last trickles of light started to leave the sky, Draco stood. He offered his hand to Harry in silence, it was completely up to Harry now. It took a few seconds, but just as the day turned to night, Harry accepted the hand that was offered and shook it.
No words were spoken as they made their way back to the castle, there was no point really. There was an understanding between them, they were not friends, but they were not enemies. When they got to the door they parted ways, Harry turned to the Gryffindor steps and Draco went towards the dungeons. Harry waited until Draco was nearly out of hearing range before he repeated his question again.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
Draco heard the question, but he didn't reply. Potter wasn't looking for an answer, and anyway, he would find out what was needed soon enough.
^ ^ ^
PLEASE REVIEW! I'll love you forever if you do, thanks to all those wonderful people who have reviewed so far. You are so nice.