Disclaimer: I don't own hp, wish I did, whatever.
Couldn't help it, I started the second chapter as quick as I could ^_^ something's pushing me to write more of this. Probably my endless weird imagination. ON TO CHAPTER TWO!
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Chapter Two: Apology
Just like Dumbledore said, the headgear device was in Harry's bedroom.
It looked like any other ordinary muggle headgear device, the screen attached to the headphones and the wire coiled around it.
"Good luck," said Ron quietly as Harry picked up the device.
"I hope I have it," muttered Harry, he looked up at his old friend, "listen I don't want you and Hermione helping me, I don't want the same thing that happened to Sirius to happen to you."
Ron nodded, it had been a while since Harry mentioned Sirius's name.
"What would happen? If I die?"
"Then Voldemort takes over."
Harry's eyes widened, Ron finally said his name, without twitching or anything. It was then he knew that this was very serious. Serious enough for Ron to not be afraid to say Voldemorts name.
"I'd rather die than to ever follow his rule," he said smiling bitterly.
"Suicide?"
"Better than living with HIM around, he'd probably kill me anyway, I'd rather not get killed by him."
Harry nodded. So this is what would happen if he lost. Now that Ron said this it gave him a bit of a push of determination to win the battle.
"Well, lets get to Transfiguration," sighed Harry as he picked up his books. They both walked out to the common room where they met with Hermione.
She didn't stop Harry's decision, although she wanted to, he had a point about Voldemort being too strong if he waited.
"What are you gonna do for now?" she asked as they walked to their class.
"I guess I'll do what Dumbledore recommended me to do."
"Which is?"
"Do something worthwhile or something I've never done before."
Hermione felt like crying, trying to hold it back she smiled weakly at him, but her eyes were getting watery anyway.
"What do you think it should be?"
"Be nice to Snape?" joked Ron only he laughed half-heartedly.
They entered their class and sat in their regular seats. McGonagall seemed to look a bit worried but went on with her class.
"Today we will be reviewing what we've done throughout the year," she said a little shakily.
As the class went on Harry kept on thinking of how he was going to fight Voldemort, would he get lucky again? Would someone come to his rescue?
He came out of his own thoughts when he saw everyone leave the class. Picking up his things he walked to the door.
"Potter."
Harry turned around to face McGonagall.
"The headmaster's told me your decision, are you sure-"
"Yes professor, I am," said Harry getting a bit more irritated about it.
"Well then. All I can say is-Mr. Malfoy what are you still doing here?"
Harry turned to the slytherin who was watching the whole thing from the door.
Without a word Draco left for his class.
'What's the Gryffindor up to,' thought Draco as he frowned.
"Hermione calm down, he'll be ok."
'Weasel and the mudblood?'
"I can't help it Ron, what if he doesn't come back?" trembled the sobbing Hermione.
"Don't give up so quickly, he'll come back," but he sounded unsure.
"But what if HE wins? How are we going to survive, Harry will be gone, forever."
"I'm not going to survive."
Hermione made a small gasp and more tears flowed out.
'What the fuck?' frowned Draco.
"Hermione?"
Draco spun around and almost fell when Harry zoomed past him.
"Watch where you're going Potter!"
But Harry ignored him and ran to Hermione.
"Mudblood lover," muttered Draco as he walked away.
* * *
"Do you think I'll make it?"
"Yes," Ron was still unsure, "I believe you do."
"Thanks. Guess we'll be going."
They picked up their trunks and walked out of their dormitories, Harry looked back feeling like he was looking at it for the last time.
They met up with Hermione. She looked at Harry and tears started filling her eyes.
"Lets go then," she said trying to keep her voice straight. They walked out of the Gryffindor common room, to Harry everything seemed to go in slow motion, he felt the lump in his throat grow as tears filled his eyes. He knew he'd lose but he also knew that his friends would be lost making the pain grow even more.
The train ride seem to go faster. He ignored the insults that Malfoy shot at him when he reached his carriage. Malfoy, fuming, walked away. That's when Dumbledore's words of him doing something worthwhile shot back in his head.
"Bye," said Ron and Hermione as Harry walked away from them with the Dursleys.
He ran back and hug them both tightly feeling hot tears run down his cheeks. "Bye."
"You can do it mate," said Ron patting his back. Harry nodded, backed away and walked away.
Draco watched in surprise at the whole deal, 'what the fuck's gone into everybody! Am I the only person that has no clue about this crap!'
"Draco!"
Draco almost jumped but he followed his father out of the train station.
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"Your goon of a headmaster told us about voldy-what's-its-name being in Dudleys computer. So when we get home I want you to hurry up and get the whole ordeal over with, hopefully you'll die in there," said Vernon Dursley as he parked his car in the drive in. Hedwig screeched angrily at him from her cage in Harry's lap.
Without say a word Harry got out of the car and into the house not listening to his uncle calling after him.
Walking up the stairs and into hi room Harry perched Hedwig on his desk.
"Hedwig I want you to send one last letter for me," said Harry quietly.
The snow white owl looked at him curiously then hooted softly.
"After you've sent your letter you can go to either Ron or Hermione's house. If I don't come back then that's your new home."
Worry spread over the owl.
Harry took out his parchment and quill and began writing the letter adding a few spells to it here and there. Once he finished the letter he walked around the room putting a spell on his radio and a few of his cd's and then gathering them all together in one spot where he put one last spell.
He knew he'd get no letter from the ministry of magic because he was now allowed to use magic since. At least that was what Fred and George said about two years ago.
"Ok Hedwig, take this letter and send it to Malfoy."
The owl's eyes widened and she screeched in protest.
"I know you don't want to do this but just send the letter, I don't want to die know that I haven't fixed my ties with him, even if I don't want to."
The owls eyes watered when she heard him said 'die'.
"If I ever did anything to disappoint you then I'm sorry. Now go."
The owl shed one tear and flew out of the window.
Sighing Harry took out his wand, "accio trunk," after a few seconds the trunk came into his room and landed almost lightly on the floor. He took out the head device and walked into Dudley's room.
He wasn't in his room, Harry never saw him at all, guessing he was prowling around the streets with his friends, Harry held out the device to the computer and almost instantly cord became alive and installed itself onto the computer.
It turned on by itself but only showed a blue screen.
Confused, Harry picked up the device and slowly put it on his head where he immediately felt a very dull pain in his head. He took it off and fearfully looked at it. He then remembered that Dumbledore said there'd be a pain in the beginning.
Slowly and timidly, Harry put the device back on. The dull pain shot in his head but after a few seconds it vanished and he lost consciousness, falling to the ground.
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Being back home was completely boring to Draco. All he did at home was do nothing, he almost felt like sending a prank letter to Harry or his friends but he felt too lazy to do it so he just lied in bed looking at the ceiling that was painted with a moving black dragon with green eyes.
'Why couldn't they be red?' thought Draco as he watched the dragon breathe fire, 'those green eyes always remind me of potter and that fire reminds me of the red-headed weasel. At least there's nothing to remind me of the mudblood.'
"Master Draco?" said the small high pitched voice of Binky the house- elf, "you mother wishes to speak with you."
Sighing Draco sat up and walked towards the door making sure it slammed into Binky's face as he closed it.
He never really like Malfoy Manor because of it's damp coldness. He walked down the stairs to the living room where Narcissa Malfoy sat on one of the couches.
"Draco, you know that you'll become a Death Eater on June the thirtieth right?"
Draco nodded, becoming a Death Eater was not something he wanted to do, and in times like these he almost wished he'd been one of the Weasleys. He never liked to bow down to someone even if it was the dark lord.
"It turns out that the Dark Lord has been discovered to be in a computer, the computer of a relative that belongs to Potter."
"He only has one family of living relatives right?"
"Yes, he lives with them, once the Dark Lord gets rid of him then hopefully you will be turned into a Death Eater the moment he comes back to us."
"Was that all that you needed to say?"
"No, there are responsibilities to being a Death Eater," she went on ranting about how not following orders could lead themselves to their deaths, how muggle-borns and muggle lovers should die.
Almost ignoring everything his mother was saying Draco's mind wandered off to a different planet and he soon found himself staring at a speck of dust.
"Understand?"
"Yes I understand," said Draco jumping out of his reverie. His mother sent him off and he returned to his bedroom where he felt even more bored than before.
Just as he collapsed on his bed something fell on his head. He looked up and saw a white owl fly out of his window.
'Isn't that Potter's owl?'
He looked at the letter and opened it.
'If this is a letter from Potter I'll laugh.'
He looked down to the signature but there wasn't a name on it so he just went on to read the letter.
By the end of this letter you'll know who I am. I've decided to write you this letter because I wanted to and Dumbledore recommended I could do something like this.
If you think that I want you to come out and save me, it's not, I'm simply apologizing for six years of the both of us being enemies.
Draco frowned. 'It is Potter; he's definitely turned crazy if he wrote me a letter.'
By now you will have received a radio and a few CD's (compact disc, you probably don't know what that is).
"No I don't, and I did not receive any-oh....ok I did," said Draco looking in front of him.
A radio with a cd player sat in front of him along with a few round flat discs that Draco figured were the CD's.
The CD labled #1 is the first CD that you should listen, track number fifteen is my apology to you, I know you've never heard music like this so just bear with it if you hate it, it's the lyrics that I want you to hear.
Draco picked up the CD labeled number one and looked at the radio, how did it work? He looked back at the letter and saw the instructions to the buttons and how the put the CD in. Following them carefully he pressed play and skipped to the fifteenth song.
On the contrary Draco actually liked the song, it had such a different rhythm to it, and they sounded like they were the most impossible sounds ever heard of. He listened to the lyrics and felt a little awkward, it felt strange. He felt and knew that Harry shouldn't be the one to apologize, it was him. When the song finished he read the letter and put on the next CD.
Don't take this as an insult but this is what I think about your father and living up to his standards, it's track number thirteen.
"Think you know me do you?" muttered Draco angrily as he played the song. He took it back almost immediately when he heard the lyrics. But how did he know about that? That he felt pressured into living up to his fathers standards?
Now that I had a song related in your private life it's only fair for you to hear a song related to my private life, to make it even fairer to you in your own standards I'll make it two songs. The third CD is track three, what I feel when I remember about Cho, it's only the chorus that relates to what I feel, on the fourth CD is track six, half is what I felt the first time I found out I was a wizard, the other half was what I felt in fifth year, the pressure and the end of the year when Sirius died.
'That's a bit too personal,' thought Draco as he put in the third CD. He liked the song but when he heard the lyrics he could understand how Harry felt, except he didn't LOVE Pansy. The fourth CD was kind of strange. He kept thinking about second year when his rival was accused of being the heir of slytherin, but if it was about the Dursleys then Draco just started pitying him. He heard about the death of Sirius but he was so angry at Harry for getting his father in prison that he never knew how he felt about his godfather being dead, now he did.
If you've listened to the songs and are still reading this letter then you must be bored out of your wits. The CD's have other songs in them; you can keep them even if I come out of my situation alive (highly unlikely, you must be happy).
I know that you'll become a Death Eater on the last day of June; all I can say is to give you a sarcastic congratulations. You probably already know this but when you get that tattoo, it'll burn when Voldemort will need you, and once he'll take over, he'll need you a lot so you'll have to get ready for a lot of pain.
Have a great seventh year, I, of course, won't be there, and from what Ron's told me, he won't be there either, neither will Hermione if she doesn't survive. By the looks of it you'll have a wonderful year, and you'll probably get the highest grades too.
Have fun on the dark side,
Your enemy (former or whatever) Harry Potter the name appeared seconds before Draco's eyes reached it.
Rereading the letter again Draco still felt that Harry had gone insane. He didn't know if he should feel happy about Harry getting killed, now that he proved that his life wasn't as bliss and happy as he had thought.
He listened to the other songs in the CD's and realized that some of them related to his life and his schools life and maybe even Harry's life.
"I'm turning soft," he muttered as he lied back on his bed. As the songs on the first CD played on he fell asleep.
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"Hedwig?"
Hermione opened her window and let the snow owl in. She looked like she had a lot to say but just kept screeching and screeching.
"Calm down, did Harry send you here? What's wrong?"
A few tears rolled down Hedwigs eyes.
Hermione ran to her chest and pulled out her charms books, she searched frantically for the spell feeling fear grow quickly inside her.
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As he walked through the hallways of Hogwarts, Draco felt like he was missing something important, something he should have understood ever since he came to this school.
Students passed him as if they were on fast forward, never bumping into him, never even looking at him. He let his legs lead him to wherever they were leading him.
He ended up sitting on the roof overlooking the forbidden forest. The breezes touched him warmly as if they were laying gentle kisses on him.
"Couldn't go to class?"
Draco looked up and saw Harry standing on the very tip of the north tower.
"What are you doing up there?"
"Watching the sites, waiting for time to come."
"Time to come?"
"My death, my life, I don't know. What are you waiting for?"
"An exact answer."
"What are you really waiting for?"
"I don't know; do I HAVE to wait for something? Why not just die?"
"Good point, maybe I should stop waiting."
"What? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
Harry jumped off the tower, but suddenly stopped in mid-air making Draco's eyes widen in shock.
"I'm not waiting anymore."
"What ARE you waiting for!?"
"Maybe it's the end of my life. My brain and heart certainly feel that way."
"Shut up and don't talk like that!"
Harry floated all the way back up to him. "Why not?" he asked. Draco back away a little; feeling a little nervous about how close they were.
"Because it's not your fault that things happen to you whether you like it or not," he found himself saying.
"You only say that because you don't know what my pain feels like."
"What about your friends?"
"My friends are just as clueless as you are."
"Then maybe it's time you'd finally spoken up."
"Why don't you speak up? You have friends too."
"Crabbe and Goyle? They're not my real friends, if they were they'd stop me from being so cold. All they do is follow my orders like dogs. I'd rather have friends like yours, people who'd accept me for what I am and help me whenever I'm in trouble or upset."
Harry sat next to him and stared out ahead.
"Do you know what the funny thing is?"
"What?"
"Once the battle's over, both you and Voldemort have one, that's funny isn't it?"
"What battle?"
"Your mother told you, she said that he's in my cousins computer, I obviously have to fight him there. The prophecy will be complete when one person comes out victorious."
"That'll be you."
"Possibly not. Voldermort's getting stronger, I'll die and get deleted by a virus, isn't that funny?"
"No it's disturbing. Why the hell are you so doubtful?"
"Because, Draco, I don't have the power to destroy Voldemort. Haven't you realized that I've been lucky every time I face him?"
"No."
"In my first year my mothers spell helped me survive, in my second Fawkes the phoenix came and healed me when I was poisoned, in my fourth year the ghosts of Voldemorts victims helped me, and in my fifth, if no one had come to the rescue then I'd have been dead."
"Is that....what you really think?"
"Yes. I'm not the Boy Who Lived, I'm the Boy Who Got Lucky."
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I don't know. For everything I guess, I never knew you really were lucky, I only thought that just because I thought it'd help me not get anymore jealous."
"You're jealous of me?"
"Yes, you have friends, you're Dumbledore's favorite, you're famous, you're the best at quidditch, nearly everyone likes you."
"That's not true."
"So what if it's not. You lead a better life than I do and you know it's true. You're parents FRIENDS like you. My parents friends are just power hungry Death Eaters that always ignore their children, just look how Crabbe and Goyle turned out! I was lucky enough to have Snape around to help me."
"I'd better go. My battle is about to begin," he stood up, his clothes changed. His shirt turned red, his pants turned black, his sneakers turned red and black and there was a strange glow to his eyes making Draco feel something he should do-
Draco blinked and yawned finding himself in his bed. The radio was still on and the CD had stopped playing.
Hearing footsteps coming he quickly hid the radio and CD's in his closet.
The door opened and his mother walked in.
"Morning Draco-"
"Morning?"
"Yes morning. Ugh! Draco you slept in your clothes didn't you?"
"Sorry mother. I fell asleep."
"Well then. You'll be staying here alone, I have a meeting with the other Death Eaters. I'll be back at around dinner time, bye," and she left.
Draco sighed and sat on his bed he felt like he needed to tell someone what Harry was going to do or just did, realizing who he needed to tell he grabbed his wand and broom not knowing that the person already knew.
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chapter was long, I got a little into it. Anyway! I'm off to my other fic!!
Couldn't help it, I started the second chapter as quick as I could ^_^ something's pushing me to write more of this. Probably my endless weird imagination. ON TO CHAPTER TWO!
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Chapter Two: Apology
Just like Dumbledore said, the headgear device was in Harry's bedroom.
It looked like any other ordinary muggle headgear device, the screen attached to the headphones and the wire coiled around it.
"Good luck," said Ron quietly as Harry picked up the device.
"I hope I have it," muttered Harry, he looked up at his old friend, "listen I don't want you and Hermione helping me, I don't want the same thing that happened to Sirius to happen to you."
Ron nodded, it had been a while since Harry mentioned Sirius's name.
"What would happen? If I die?"
"Then Voldemort takes over."
Harry's eyes widened, Ron finally said his name, without twitching or anything. It was then he knew that this was very serious. Serious enough for Ron to not be afraid to say Voldemorts name.
"I'd rather die than to ever follow his rule," he said smiling bitterly.
"Suicide?"
"Better than living with HIM around, he'd probably kill me anyway, I'd rather not get killed by him."
Harry nodded. So this is what would happen if he lost. Now that Ron said this it gave him a bit of a push of determination to win the battle.
"Well, lets get to Transfiguration," sighed Harry as he picked up his books. They both walked out to the common room where they met with Hermione.
She didn't stop Harry's decision, although she wanted to, he had a point about Voldemort being too strong if he waited.
"What are you gonna do for now?" she asked as they walked to their class.
"I guess I'll do what Dumbledore recommended me to do."
"Which is?"
"Do something worthwhile or something I've never done before."
Hermione felt like crying, trying to hold it back she smiled weakly at him, but her eyes were getting watery anyway.
"What do you think it should be?"
"Be nice to Snape?" joked Ron only he laughed half-heartedly.
They entered their class and sat in their regular seats. McGonagall seemed to look a bit worried but went on with her class.
"Today we will be reviewing what we've done throughout the year," she said a little shakily.
As the class went on Harry kept on thinking of how he was going to fight Voldemort, would he get lucky again? Would someone come to his rescue?
He came out of his own thoughts when he saw everyone leave the class. Picking up his things he walked to the door.
"Potter."
Harry turned around to face McGonagall.
"The headmaster's told me your decision, are you sure-"
"Yes professor, I am," said Harry getting a bit more irritated about it.
"Well then. All I can say is-Mr. Malfoy what are you still doing here?"
Harry turned to the slytherin who was watching the whole thing from the door.
Without a word Draco left for his class.
'What's the Gryffindor up to,' thought Draco as he frowned.
"Hermione calm down, he'll be ok."
'Weasel and the mudblood?'
"I can't help it Ron, what if he doesn't come back?" trembled the sobbing Hermione.
"Don't give up so quickly, he'll come back," but he sounded unsure.
"But what if HE wins? How are we going to survive, Harry will be gone, forever."
"I'm not going to survive."
Hermione made a small gasp and more tears flowed out.
'What the fuck?' frowned Draco.
"Hermione?"
Draco spun around and almost fell when Harry zoomed past him.
"Watch where you're going Potter!"
But Harry ignored him and ran to Hermione.
"Mudblood lover," muttered Draco as he walked away.
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"Do you think I'll make it?"
"Yes," Ron was still unsure, "I believe you do."
"Thanks. Guess we'll be going."
They picked up their trunks and walked out of their dormitories, Harry looked back feeling like he was looking at it for the last time.
They met up with Hermione. She looked at Harry and tears started filling her eyes.
"Lets go then," she said trying to keep her voice straight. They walked out of the Gryffindor common room, to Harry everything seemed to go in slow motion, he felt the lump in his throat grow as tears filled his eyes. He knew he'd lose but he also knew that his friends would be lost making the pain grow even more.
The train ride seem to go faster. He ignored the insults that Malfoy shot at him when he reached his carriage. Malfoy, fuming, walked away. That's when Dumbledore's words of him doing something worthwhile shot back in his head.
"Bye," said Ron and Hermione as Harry walked away from them with the Dursleys.
He ran back and hug them both tightly feeling hot tears run down his cheeks. "Bye."
"You can do it mate," said Ron patting his back. Harry nodded, backed away and walked away.
Draco watched in surprise at the whole deal, 'what the fuck's gone into everybody! Am I the only person that has no clue about this crap!'
"Draco!"
Draco almost jumped but he followed his father out of the train station.
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"Your goon of a headmaster told us about voldy-what's-its-name being in Dudleys computer. So when we get home I want you to hurry up and get the whole ordeal over with, hopefully you'll die in there," said Vernon Dursley as he parked his car in the drive in. Hedwig screeched angrily at him from her cage in Harry's lap.
Without say a word Harry got out of the car and into the house not listening to his uncle calling after him.
Walking up the stairs and into hi room Harry perched Hedwig on his desk.
"Hedwig I want you to send one last letter for me," said Harry quietly.
The snow white owl looked at him curiously then hooted softly.
"After you've sent your letter you can go to either Ron or Hermione's house. If I don't come back then that's your new home."
Worry spread over the owl.
Harry took out his parchment and quill and began writing the letter adding a few spells to it here and there. Once he finished the letter he walked around the room putting a spell on his radio and a few of his cd's and then gathering them all together in one spot where he put one last spell.
He knew he'd get no letter from the ministry of magic because he was now allowed to use magic since. At least that was what Fred and George said about two years ago.
"Ok Hedwig, take this letter and send it to Malfoy."
The owl's eyes widened and she screeched in protest.
"I know you don't want to do this but just send the letter, I don't want to die know that I haven't fixed my ties with him, even if I don't want to."
The owls eyes watered when she heard him said 'die'.
"If I ever did anything to disappoint you then I'm sorry. Now go."
The owl shed one tear and flew out of the window.
Sighing Harry took out his wand, "accio trunk," after a few seconds the trunk came into his room and landed almost lightly on the floor. He took out the head device and walked into Dudley's room.
He wasn't in his room, Harry never saw him at all, guessing he was prowling around the streets with his friends, Harry held out the device to the computer and almost instantly cord became alive and installed itself onto the computer.
It turned on by itself but only showed a blue screen.
Confused, Harry picked up the device and slowly put it on his head where he immediately felt a very dull pain in his head. He took it off and fearfully looked at it. He then remembered that Dumbledore said there'd be a pain in the beginning.
Slowly and timidly, Harry put the device back on. The dull pain shot in his head but after a few seconds it vanished and he lost consciousness, falling to the ground.
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Being back home was completely boring to Draco. All he did at home was do nothing, he almost felt like sending a prank letter to Harry or his friends but he felt too lazy to do it so he just lied in bed looking at the ceiling that was painted with a moving black dragon with green eyes.
'Why couldn't they be red?' thought Draco as he watched the dragon breathe fire, 'those green eyes always remind me of potter and that fire reminds me of the red-headed weasel. At least there's nothing to remind me of the mudblood.'
"Master Draco?" said the small high pitched voice of Binky the house- elf, "you mother wishes to speak with you."
Sighing Draco sat up and walked towards the door making sure it slammed into Binky's face as he closed it.
He never really like Malfoy Manor because of it's damp coldness. He walked down the stairs to the living room where Narcissa Malfoy sat on one of the couches.
"Draco, you know that you'll become a Death Eater on June the thirtieth right?"
Draco nodded, becoming a Death Eater was not something he wanted to do, and in times like these he almost wished he'd been one of the Weasleys. He never liked to bow down to someone even if it was the dark lord.
"It turns out that the Dark Lord has been discovered to be in a computer, the computer of a relative that belongs to Potter."
"He only has one family of living relatives right?"
"Yes, he lives with them, once the Dark Lord gets rid of him then hopefully you will be turned into a Death Eater the moment he comes back to us."
"Was that all that you needed to say?"
"No, there are responsibilities to being a Death Eater," she went on ranting about how not following orders could lead themselves to their deaths, how muggle-borns and muggle lovers should die.
Almost ignoring everything his mother was saying Draco's mind wandered off to a different planet and he soon found himself staring at a speck of dust.
"Understand?"
"Yes I understand," said Draco jumping out of his reverie. His mother sent him off and he returned to his bedroom where he felt even more bored than before.
Just as he collapsed on his bed something fell on his head. He looked up and saw a white owl fly out of his window.
'Isn't that Potter's owl?'
He looked at the letter and opened it.
'If this is a letter from Potter I'll laugh.'
He looked down to the signature but there wasn't a name on it so he just went on to read the letter.
By the end of this letter you'll know who I am. I've decided to write you this letter because I wanted to and Dumbledore recommended I could do something like this.
If you think that I want you to come out and save me, it's not, I'm simply apologizing for six years of the both of us being enemies.
Draco frowned. 'It is Potter; he's definitely turned crazy if he wrote me a letter.'
By now you will have received a radio and a few CD's (compact disc, you probably don't know what that is).
"No I don't, and I did not receive any-oh....ok I did," said Draco looking in front of him.
A radio with a cd player sat in front of him along with a few round flat discs that Draco figured were the CD's.
The CD labled #1 is the first CD that you should listen, track number fifteen is my apology to you, I know you've never heard music like this so just bear with it if you hate it, it's the lyrics that I want you to hear.
Draco picked up the CD labeled number one and looked at the radio, how did it work? He looked back at the letter and saw the instructions to the buttons and how the put the CD in. Following them carefully he pressed play and skipped to the fifteenth song.
On the contrary Draco actually liked the song, it had such a different rhythm to it, and they sounded like they were the most impossible sounds ever heard of. He listened to the lyrics and felt a little awkward, it felt strange. He felt and knew that Harry shouldn't be the one to apologize, it was him. When the song finished he read the letter and put on the next CD.
Don't take this as an insult but this is what I think about your father and living up to his standards, it's track number thirteen.
"Think you know me do you?" muttered Draco angrily as he played the song. He took it back almost immediately when he heard the lyrics. But how did he know about that? That he felt pressured into living up to his fathers standards?
Now that I had a song related in your private life it's only fair for you to hear a song related to my private life, to make it even fairer to you in your own standards I'll make it two songs. The third CD is track three, what I feel when I remember about Cho, it's only the chorus that relates to what I feel, on the fourth CD is track six, half is what I felt the first time I found out I was a wizard, the other half was what I felt in fifth year, the pressure and the end of the year when Sirius died.
'That's a bit too personal,' thought Draco as he put in the third CD. He liked the song but when he heard the lyrics he could understand how Harry felt, except he didn't LOVE Pansy. The fourth CD was kind of strange. He kept thinking about second year when his rival was accused of being the heir of slytherin, but if it was about the Dursleys then Draco just started pitying him. He heard about the death of Sirius but he was so angry at Harry for getting his father in prison that he never knew how he felt about his godfather being dead, now he did.
If you've listened to the songs and are still reading this letter then you must be bored out of your wits. The CD's have other songs in them; you can keep them even if I come out of my situation alive (highly unlikely, you must be happy).
I know that you'll become a Death Eater on the last day of June; all I can say is to give you a sarcastic congratulations. You probably already know this but when you get that tattoo, it'll burn when Voldemort will need you, and once he'll take over, he'll need you a lot so you'll have to get ready for a lot of pain.
Have a great seventh year, I, of course, won't be there, and from what Ron's told me, he won't be there either, neither will Hermione if she doesn't survive. By the looks of it you'll have a wonderful year, and you'll probably get the highest grades too.
Have fun on the dark side,
Your enemy (former or whatever) Harry Potter the name appeared seconds before Draco's eyes reached it.
Rereading the letter again Draco still felt that Harry had gone insane. He didn't know if he should feel happy about Harry getting killed, now that he proved that his life wasn't as bliss and happy as he had thought.
He listened to the other songs in the CD's and realized that some of them related to his life and his schools life and maybe even Harry's life.
"I'm turning soft," he muttered as he lied back on his bed. As the songs on the first CD played on he fell asleep.
* * *
"Hedwig?"
Hermione opened her window and let the snow owl in. She looked like she had a lot to say but just kept screeching and screeching.
"Calm down, did Harry send you here? What's wrong?"
A few tears rolled down Hedwigs eyes.
Hermione ran to her chest and pulled out her charms books, she searched frantically for the spell feeling fear grow quickly inside her.
* * *
As he walked through the hallways of Hogwarts, Draco felt like he was missing something important, something he should have understood ever since he came to this school.
Students passed him as if they were on fast forward, never bumping into him, never even looking at him. He let his legs lead him to wherever they were leading him.
He ended up sitting on the roof overlooking the forbidden forest. The breezes touched him warmly as if they were laying gentle kisses on him.
"Couldn't go to class?"
Draco looked up and saw Harry standing on the very tip of the north tower.
"What are you doing up there?"
"Watching the sites, waiting for time to come."
"Time to come?"
"My death, my life, I don't know. What are you waiting for?"
"An exact answer."
"What are you really waiting for?"
"I don't know; do I HAVE to wait for something? Why not just die?"
"Good point, maybe I should stop waiting."
"What? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
Harry jumped off the tower, but suddenly stopped in mid-air making Draco's eyes widen in shock.
"I'm not waiting anymore."
"What ARE you waiting for!?"
"Maybe it's the end of my life. My brain and heart certainly feel that way."
"Shut up and don't talk like that!"
Harry floated all the way back up to him. "Why not?" he asked. Draco back away a little; feeling a little nervous about how close they were.
"Because it's not your fault that things happen to you whether you like it or not," he found himself saying.
"You only say that because you don't know what my pain feels like."
"What about your friends?"
"My friends are just as clueless as you are."
"Then maybe it's time you'd finally spoken up."
"Why don't you speak up? You have friends too."
"Crabbe and Goyle? They're not my real friends, if they were they'd stop me from being so cold. All they do is follow my orders like dogs. I'd rather have friends like yours, people who'd accept me for what I am and help me whenever I'm in trouble or upset."
Harry sat next to him and stared out ahead.
"Do you know what the funny thing is?"
"What?"
"Once the battle's over, both you and Voldemort have one, that's funny isn't it?"
"What battle?"
"Your mother told you, she said that he's in my cousins computer, I obviously have to fight him there. The prophecy will be complete when one person comes out victorious."
"That'll be you."
"Possibly not. Voldermort's getting stronger, I'll die and get deleted by a virus, isn't that funny?"
"No it's disturbing. Why the hell are you so doubtful?"
"Because, Draco, I don't have the power to destroy Voldemort. Haven't you realized that I've been lucky every time I face him?"
"No."
"In my first year my mothers spell helped me survive, in my second Fawkes the phoenix came and healed me when I was poisoned, in my fourth year the ghosts of Voldemorts victims helped me, and in my fifth, if no one had come to the rescue then I'd have been dead."
"Is that....what you really think?"
"Yes. I'm not the Boy Who Lived, I'm the Boy Who Got Lucky."
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I don't know. For everything I guess, I never knew you really were lucky, I only thought that just because I thought it'd help me not get anymore jealous."
"You're jealous of me?"
"Yes, you have friends, you're Dumbledore's favorite, you're famous, you're the best at quidditch, nearly everyone likes you."
"That's not true."
"So what if it's not. You lead a better life than I do and you know it's true. You're parents FRIENDS like you. My parents friends are just power hungry Death Eaters that always ignore their children, just look how Crabbe and Goyle turned out! I was lucky enough to have Snape around to help me."
"I'd better go. My battle is about to begin," he stood up, his clothes changed. His shirt turned red, his pants turned black, his sneakers turned red and black and there was a strange glow to his eyes making Draco feel something he should do-
Draco blinked and yawned finding himself in his bed. The radio was still on and the CD had stopped playing.
Hearing footsteps coming he quickly hid the radio and CD's in his closet.
The door opened and his mother walked in.
"Morning Draco-"
"Morning?"
"Yes morning. Ugh! Draco you slept in your clothes didn't you?"
"Sorry mother. I fell asleep."
"Well then. You'll be staying here alone, I have a meeting with the other Death Eaters. I'll be back at around dinner time, bye," and she left.
Draco sighed and sat on his bed he felt like he needed to tell someone what Harry was going to do or just did, realizing who he needed to tell he grabbed his wand and broom not knowing that the person already knew.
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chapter was long, I got a little into it. Anyway! I'm off to my other fic!!