Chapter Eight: Are You Happy Now?
Draco's Scenery
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Draco's POV
I watched quietly like a predator searching for my prey. Potter walked in, strangely not accompanied by his worshipers. Well…not so strange after all. I didn't have mine with me on this particular occasion. I remember what Father said right as I was leaving…
FB: "It's your fault. We could have made his one of us." Mr. Malfoy had scolded angrily to his son. "I was eleven, and besides…I am what you made me!" I'd shouted furiously. "You are, I know…but he…He could have been so useful…No matter…"
What makes me mad about Potter is that he hides his emotions so well. Better than myself, included. Its strange that he and I have so much in common, but at the same time, nothing at all…
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Kala Black, the unborn youngest daughter of Sirius walked by. "Come. It is time." Draco shuddered. That must be where she got her name…Kala…it means black; and time…
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Harry POV
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I glanced around as I walked into the Great Hall alone. It felt great to be back, but that whole affair with Malfoy was still on my mind. I walked to a seat and sat, glancing at the blond exiting the Hall. Malfoy. Only…he was talking it seemed…to air…Harry managed to keep himself composed. Quietly and without anyone noticing, he got up and followed. Only one person saw them leaving…and that, by fate, you might say, was Albus Dumbledore…he knew something was fishy…and that was just one of his levels of expertise.
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