POTTY WEE POTTER
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 9
"Four Queens," The man at the far end of the table bellowed. He was an ox of a man in a black robe and as his cards hit the table the others were almost glad they had lost. The bar was full of smoke and Draco almost felt like leaving before the arrival of his guest, but he dared not. This was to be the second most important moment of his life. This was his chance to get Potter.
"Anything else love ?" The barmaid asked. Draco stared down at the dirty mug that his ale sat in and shook his head in a polite yet disgusted manner. He just wished the assassin would arrive. And at that moment, he did.
"Draco Malfoy," The Assassin muttered from under his hood, "It's all ways a pleasure to do business with a Death-eater." The man at the bar turned his head sharply as the assassin spoke and Draco wondered if he had over heard.
"Do not mention that organisation in public," Draco muttered before placing the bag of Galleons on the table. "The dungeons of the school, kill only the red headed man and the brown haired girl." He said calmly before standing up. "The boy with the scar has to live."
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"And then the dog says to the cat, 'come on, get your leg over !'" The poltergeist shrieked with laughter at his own joke and the rest of the room remained silent. Harry stared hard at the wall. Would this keep them safe. He turned his head slowly toward Ron and Hermione. They looked so happy as they sat arm and arm under a blanket. Harry looked up at Ginny, who lay flat on her back on a table, and remembered her as the friend she new at school. Always young Ginny even though she was only a year younger. This plan had to work. He would not let them die.
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 9
"Four Queens," The man at the far end of the table bellowed. He was an ox of a man in a black robe and as his cards hit the table the others were almost glad they had lost. The bar was full of smoke and Draco almost felt like leaving before the arrival of his guest, but he dared not. This was to be the second most important moment of his life. This was his chance to get Potter.
"Anything else love ?" The barmaid asked. Draco stared down at the dirty mug that his ale sat in and shook his head in a polite yet disgusted manner. He just wished the assassin would arrive. And at that moment, he did.
"Draco Malfoy," The Assassin muttered from under his hood, "It's all ways a pleasure to do business with a Death-eater." The man at the bar turned his head sharply as the assassin spoke and Draco wondered if he had over heard.
"Do not mention that organisation in public," Draco muttered before placing the bag of Galleons on the table. "The dungeons of the school, kill only the red headed man and the brown haired girl." He said calmly before standing up. "The boy with the scar has to live."
~*~*~
"And then the dog says to the cat, 'come on, get your leg over !'" The poltergeist shrieked with laughter at his own joke and the rest of the room remained silent. Harry stared hard at the wall. Would this keep them safe. He turned his head slowly toward Ron and Hermione. They looked so happy as they sat arm and arm under a blanket. Harry looked up at Ginny, who lay flat on her back on a table, and remembered her as the friend she new at school. Always young Ginny even though she was only a year younger. This plan had to work. He would not let them die.