Author's note- OK this chapter almost made cry at the end *tear R&R *sniff
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Falling Towers
Lucius paced around Dumbledore's office. Draco was in a corner, in a chair.
Silent, detached, watching...
Nervously he cracked his knuckles as he regarded Dumbledore with an anxious
countenance.
"Draco, could you excuse us for a moment?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly, but
with determination.
He simply got up and walked out. Before he exited, his eyes met his
fathers. Lucius started in shock and disbelief.
Those aren't his eyes.
Quickly he turned to face Dumbledore as the door creaked silently shut. The
Phoenix, Fawkes, was looking disheveled and downcast. The rest of his
office looked, neat and undisturbed, yet cozy.
"Lucius."
Nervously he stared at the floor. Those eyes always made him feel
uncomfortable.
"He's been contacting you, hasn't he?
Fixedly staring at the floor, he tried to lie and found his efforts futile.
"Yes."
"In that case..."
Dumbledore twirled a quill through his fingers, deep in thought.
Lucius simply waited, patiently, although he had a feeling he knew what
Albus was about to say.
"I think that Harry is still in danger of having his mind probed by
Voldemort."
Lucius froze in complete and utter disbelief.
"You're still concerned about that little pet Harry when..." he began
angrily, his eyes sparking with hatred.
"Lucius." Dumbledore said steadily. "Let's not say something we'll regret."
Lucius decided to stay in the embers until his anger died down. He simply
glowered and bit his lip as he let Dumbledore continue.
"As I was saying, I think that Dumbledore will use Draco to get into Harry's mind. You see, it is much easier if he can get close to the person
whose mind he wishes to control. However..."
At this point Dumbledore stopped.
Lucius waited, and waited...
"Albus, what do you wish to say?"
He stared at Lucius, a pained look on his face.
"Once he has control of Harry... he will have no use for Draco..."
Lucius motioned with his hand for him to stop. He knew exactly what that
meant.
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Draco was listening intently outside the door. He stared at his hands as he
thought.
He's going to kill me... he thought to himself.
It filled him with icy cold, horrible fear.
I don't want to die, don't want to die...
And yet he could feel the serpent-like thoughts of Voldemort twisting
through his mind.
Don't listen to them... They don't know...
He was so scared.
Draco...
Silently he ran, swiftly through the passageways out of the school,
Voldemort's voice echoing throughout him...
You can't run...Can't run... Can't escape...
He broke down the facade he had built his entire life as he heard the
footsteps of his father and Dumbledore walking towards him.
He did something he'd never done in his entire life.
Sitting down on the ground, leaning against the building, Draco pulled his
knees up to his chest and cried.
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Falling Towers
Lucius paced around Dumbledore's office. Draco was in a corner, in a chair.
Silent, detached, watching...
Nervously he cracked his knuckles as he regarded Dumbledore with an anxious
countenance.
"Draco, could you excuse us for a moment?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly, but
with determination.
He simply got up and walked out. Before he exited, his eyes met his
fathers. Lucius started in shock and disbelief.
Those aren't his eyes.
Quickly he turned to face Dumbledore as the door creaked silently shut. The
Phoenix, Fawkes, was looking disheveled and downcast. The rest of his
office looked, neat and undisturbed, yet cozy.
"Lucius."
Nervously he stared at the floor. Those eyes always made him feel
uncomfortable.
"He's been contacting you, hasn't he?
Fixedly staring at the floor, he tried to lie and found his efforts futile.
"Yes."
"In that case..."
Dumbledore twirled a quill through his fingers, deep in thought.
Lucius simply waited, patiently, although he had a feeling he knew what
Albus was about to say.
"I think that Harry is still in danger of having his mind probed by
Voldemort."
Lucius froze in complete and utter disbelief.
"You're still concerned about that little pet Harry when..." he began
angrily, his eyes sparking with hatred.
"Lucius." Dumbledore said steadily. "Let's not say something we'll regret."
Lucius decided to stay in the embers until his anger died down. He simply
glowered and bit his lip as he let Dumbledore continue.
"As I was saying, I think that Dumbledore will use Draco to get into Harry's mind. You see, it is much easier if he can get close to the person
whose mind he wishes to control. However..."
At this point Dumbledore stopped.
Lucius waited, and waited...
"Albus, what do you wish to say?"
He stared at Lucius, a pained look on his face.
"Once he has control of Harry... he will have no use for Draco..."
Lucius motioned with his hand for him to stop. He knew exactly what that
meant.
**********************************
Draco was listening intently outside the door. He stared at his hands as he
thought.
He's going to kill me... he thought to himself.
It filled him with icy cold, horrible fear.
I don't want to die, don't want to die...
And yet he could feel the serpent-like thoughts of Voldemort twisting
through his mind.
Don't listen to them... They don't know...
He was so scared.
Draco...
Silently he ran, swiftly through the passageways out of the school,
Voldemort's voice echoing throughout him...
You can't run...Can't run... Can't escape...
He broke down the facade he had built his entire life as he heard the
footsteps of his father and Dumbledore walking towards him.
He did something he'd never done in his entire life.
Sitting down on the ground, leaning against the building, Draco pulled his
knees up to his chest and cried.