DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything except this stupid little plot. Everything else is JK's and if you ever think it is mine than you are just really stupid.
SUMMARY: Draco must pretend to befriend Harry to bring him to Voldemort but what happens when he falls in love? Will he turn his back on his feelings or his master?
WARNING: This is a slash, meaning boy/boy relationships. If you don't like it don't read it. If you read this anyway and flame me then you are again stupid.
A/N: I want to think Király and Alyanah for reviewing the last chapter. I hope I updated soon enough and I hope you like this chapter too!
Chapter Two: Mentiri
Draco sat before the Headmaster's desk with his head bowed staring intently at his fingers. Inside he was grinning and laughing happily but on the outside he appeared nervous, shifting occasionally in his seat.
Draco had never been in the Headmaster's office before and wasn't surprised that the muggle-loving fool actually had a tray of muggle sweets sitting on his desk. Draco had nearly gagged when the old man offered him what he called a "lemon drop". There was no way Draco was touching anything muggle. He was a Malfoy after all.
As soon as he arrived at the school he had went directly to Professor Snape's office and told him he needed to speak with the Headmaster immediately after dinner. Snape of course had asked him several questions but Draco only replied that what he had to say to Dumbledore was private. Though he had eyed him suspiciously, Snape had finally given the password. No one refused a Malfoy.
Now he sat in the Headmaster's office quietly observing his pale fingers as Professor Dumbledore watched him from behind his desk. Draco tried to look as uncomfortable as possible under the old man's gaze. Finally Dumbledore sat back in his chair with a soft sigh. Draco glanced up to see the Headmaster giving him a searching look.
"What has made you come to this decision Mister Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked him in a soft voice. Draco looked up meeting the mans eyes briefly before glancing back down.
"I was raised to hate muggle's and muggle-borns sir," Draco answered after a moment where he appeared to be thinking. In truth had already memorized this little speech. The hardest part of it was over, referring to the fool before him as sir. He had to work extra had to keep the condescending note out of his voice. "My father instilled those beliefs in me since I was a child. I have never known to believe anything else. But when I came here to Hogwarts I began to see that muggle born witches and wizards are not so different from the rest of us. I began to see that they are all just people no matter what the blood is that flows through their veins.
"However, I am a Malfoy and as a Malfoy I was expected to hold up certain appearances. I could not let my true feelings on the subject show, lest my father hear about it. My father is not a kind man. I would have been punished severely for ever even considering to befriend a muggle-born or half blood student. I thought that if I continued to do as he said and hold up the appearance of believing as he did he would simply leave me alone and I would be free to do as I wished after I was out of school.
"But then last at the end of the last school year he came to me and told me I was to be initiated into Dark Lord's league of Death Eaters. I knew to refuse my father in such a thing could mean death, so I did as he said and received my mark. . ." Here Draco took a shuddering breath and let his right hand twitch just a little as if he were going to reach and touch the mark but had stopped himself.
"Please continue Draco," Dumbledore said in a kind voice. "I know this is difficult but you must finish." Draco nodded his head heavily, took another shuddering breath and continued.
"I wasn't prepared for what they made me do that night. To prove my loyalty the Dark Lord brought forth a muggle man. My father gave me my wand and the Dark Lord ordered me to torture him. I've never been so scared in my life. I knew I didn't want to hurt the man before me but I also didn't want to face the consequences if I refused, so I did as I was told. It was the most horrible experience of my life but it was only the beginning. Almost each meeting there was someone to torture and each time I had to participate. All the screaming, the blood, I just couldn't take it anymore. I decided if I was going to be the Dark Lord's servant that might as well but it to good use. If I thought all the horrible things I was forced to do would somehow be of good use then I knew I could stand it. That's when I made up my mind to come to you and offer my services as a spy."
Draco glanced up and eyed Dumbledore nervously, awaiting his answer. For several moments the Headmaster just stared at him over his half moon spectacles. His bright blue eyes were impassive and for a moment Draco felt some of his confidence waver.
His Lord said this would be a perfect plan, for never would Dumbledore turn down a student in need. The Dark Lord knew that Dumbledore would try to do anything to help a poor child turn Death Eater. Draco had agreed with him whole heartedly but now face-to-face with those impassive eyes he began to wonder if it were really true.
After a long moment Dumbledore sighed once again and leaned forward in his seat. His eyes were no longer impassive but filled with a deep sadness warred with pain. Draco sighed silently with relief but kept his outer self nervous and just a little scared.
"You have done a brave thing coming here tonight Mister Malfoy. Other wizards twice your age have not shown the bravery you are showing me now." With that Dumbledore stood and walked over to the roaring fire in the corner. He threw a bit of powdered into the flames. "Severus!" he called out in a clear voice and the next moment Draco could see Professor Snape's head floating in the flames.
"Yes Headmaster," Snape asked in his quiet menacing voice while flicking Draco a searching glance. Draco dropped his eyes and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"I would like you to bring me a Truth Potion, Severus," Dumbledore said. If Snape had any questions about this he didn't show it. He simply replied, "Yes, sir" and disappeared with a small pop.
Dumbledore walked back over to his seat and sat down quietly. He observed Draco for a moment before saying, "I wish I did not have to resort to using Veritaserum but I must be absolutely certain where you loyalties lie. Do you have any objections with taking the potion Draco?"
The outer Draco shook his head while quietly mumbling, "No, sir," while the inner Draco smirked with glee. Everything was falling together smoothly. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts and at the Headmaster call Professor Snape stalked quickly into the room. Without so much as a look at Draco he handed Dumbledore a small vial filled with clear liquid.
"Thank, Severus," Dumbledore said. "You may wait outside until Mister Malfoy and I are through."
Snape gave a small nod and stalked back out of the room shutting the door with a soft click behind him.
"Mister Malfoy." Draco turned to face Dumbledore. Silently he took the vial that the Headmaster was holding out to him. Quickly he pulled he stopped out, tipped his head back and swallowed the potion in one gulp.
It felt as if ice were running down his throat and into his veins. As if he were freezing on the inside. But just as the ice began to take over a small fire began to consume it, melting the cold away.
Draco slowly let his eyes go out of focus wiping all emotion from his face. He let his features go slack and his shoulders slump slightly just as he had practiced and waited.
"Can you hear me Draco?" Draco blinked once as if he were processing words that were coming from far away.
"Yes," he answered.
"Tell me again why you have come here to me tonight."
"To offer you my services as a spy against the Dark Lord." Draco spoke with no emotion what so ever in his voice. He made it sound flat and dead.
"Are you a Death Eater at this moment, Draco?"
"Yes."
"Did you willing become one?"
"Yes."
"Yes?" Dumbledore inquired questioningly. Before Draco could make to answer he asked another question. "Why did you willing become a Death Eater?"
"I was afraid of my father's wrath," Draco answered. "I was afraid of what he would do if I refused."
"I see," said Dumbledore sounding relieved. "Do you believe in the actions and beliefs of Voldemort?"
"No."
"Why is it you wish to become a spy?"
Again Draco repeated his story for wanting to become a spy against the Dark Lord in the same flat voice. Unlike last time he did not stop and he did not show the pretence of being scared or nervous. He remained blank. After he finished Dumbledore asked on last question. "To whom do your loyalties lie?"
"To anyone who opposes the Dark Lord and his beliefs." Seemingly satisfied Dumbledore picked up his wand and waved it at Draco uttering the incantation that would undo the effects of the Veritaserum. Draco blinked rapidly as if his vision was clearing and stared at Dumbledore for a moment before once again dropping his eyes.
"You do understand that by doing this you are putting yourself in great danger," the Headmaster asked his voice filled with sadness. "If you are found out it will mean death."
"I know sir," Draco said meeting Dumbledore's eyes for the first time. "But if I refuse to do what the Dark Lord ask it will also mean death. At least this way my death might be for a good cause."
Dumbledore nodded. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them all the sadness was gone replaced steely resolve. "Every time you are summoned you are to report here immediately afterwards. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," Draco answered. "My father had given me a port-key that will take me into Hogsmead so that I can Apparate from there."
"Very well. It is getting late and you have classes in the morning. You dorm mates will no doubt be noticing your absence. You may go."
"Thank-you, sir," Draco said standing. He walked to the door and was just about to open it when Dumbledore's voice stopped him.
"You must remember to act as normal as possible, Draco. If any of you friends begin to suspect anything it will be up to you handle. You understand that I can not help you with that?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good-night Draco," Dumbledore said in a voice so thick with sadness that Draco almost felt sorry for the old man. Almost.
"Good-night, Professor." Draco opened the door and stepped out. He walked silently pass Professor Snape with his head bowed down and his eye averted. As he stepped onto the stairs he heard the click of the door shutting behind Snape as he entered the office.
Out in the corridor Draco allowed himself a self satisfied grin. He quickly began to make his way to the dungeons all traces of a scared nervous little boy gone to be replaced my the proud, arrogant Malfoy.
He slowly pulled a small vial out of the pocket in his robes and began to twirl it through his fingers. He chuckled softy to himself. The old fool had actually believed him! His master had been right to think he might use Veritaserum on Draco. His master had made sure he was prepared. The vial in his hand was completely empty except for one tiny drop of black liquid. Mentiri. The only potion on earth that could counteract Veritaserum
A/N: I know I said this chapter would be longer but I decided that this was enough for one chapter. I also realized that I had been spelling Dumbledore's name wrong! How could I! I'm sorry and I will never forgive myself. Anyway, if I made anymore mistakes just let me know so that I can correct them. So you know what to do now, REVIEW! REVIEW! Constructive criticism? Positive feedback? Whatever, just don't flame me or I will throw them all back at you and hope you burn alive.
P.S.- Mentiri is Latin for "lie" or "to tell a lie". It is like the opposite of a truth potion
SUMMARY: Draco must pretend to befriend Harry to bring him to Voldemort but what happens when he falls in love? Will he turn his back on his feelings or his master?
WARNING: This is a slash, meaning boy/boy relationships. If you don't like it don't read it. If you read this anyway and flame me then you are again stupid.
A/N: I want to think Király and Alyanah for reviewing the last chapter. I hope I updated soon enough and I hope you like this chapter too!
Chapter Two: Mentiri
Draco sat before the Headmaster's desk with his head bowed staring intently at his fingers. Inside he was grinning and laughing happily but on the outside he appeared nervous, shifting occasionally in his seat.
Draco had never been in the Headmaster's office before and wasn't surprised that the muggle-loving fool actually had a tray of muggle sweets sitting on his desk. Draco had nearly gagged when the old man offered him what he called a "lemon drop". There was no way Draco was touching anything muggle. He was a Malfoy after all.
As soon as he arrived at the school he had went directly to Professor Snape's office and told him he needed to speak with the Headmaster immediately after dinner. Snape of course had asked him several questions but Draco only replied that what he had to say to Dumbledore was private. Though he had eyed him suspiciously, Snape had finally given the password. No one refused a Malfoy.
Now he sat in the Headmaster's office quietly observing his pale fingers as Professor Dumbledore watched him from behind his desk. Draco tried to look as uncomfortable as possible under the old man's gaze. Finally Dumbledore sat back in his chair with a soft sigh. Draco glanced up to see the Headmaster giving him a searching look.
"What has made you come to this decision Mister Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked him in a soft voice. Draco looked up meeting the mans eyes briefly before glancing back down.
"I was raised to hate muggle's and muggle-borns sir," Draco answered after a moment where he appeared to be thinking. In truth had already memorized this little speech. The hardest part of it was over, referring to the fool before him as sir. He had to work extra had to keep the condescending note out of his voice. "My father instilled those beliefs in me since I was a child. I have never known to believe anything else. But when I came here to Hogwarts I began to see that muggle born witches and wizards are not so different from the rest of us. I began to see that they are all just people no matter what the blood is that flows through their veins.
"However, I am a Malfoy and as a Malfoy I was expected to hold up certain appearances. I could not let my true feelings on the subject show, lest my father hear about it. My father is not a kind man. I would have been punished severely for ever even considering to befriend a muggle-born or half blood student. I thought that if I continued to do as he said and hold up the appearance of believing as he did he would simply leave me alone and I would be free to do as I wished after I was out of school.
"But then last at the end of the last school year he came to me and told me I was to be initiated into Dark Lord's league of Death Eaters. I knew to refuse my father in such a thing could mean death, so I did as he said and received my mark. . ." Here Draco took a shuddering breath and let his right hand twitch just a little as if he were going to reach and touch the mark but had stopped himself.
"Please continue Draco," Dumbledore said in a kind voice. "I know this is difficult but you must finish." Draco nodded his head heavily, took another shuddering breath and continued.
"I wasn't prepared for what they made me do that night. To prove my loyalty the Dark Lord brought forth a muggle man. My father gave me my wand and the Dark Lord ordered me to torture him. I've never been so scared in my life. I knew I didn't want to hurt the man before me but I also didn't want to face the consequences if I refused, so I did as I was told. It was the most horrible experience of my life but it was only the beginning. Almost each meeting there was someone to torture and each time I had to participate. All the screaming, the blood, I just couldn't take it anymore. I decided if I was going to be the Dark Lord's servant that might as well but it to good use. If I thought all the horrible things I was forced to do would somehow be of good use then I knew I could stand it. That's when I made up my mind to come to you and offer my services as a spy."
Draco glanced up and eyed Dumbledore nervously, awaiting his answer. For several moments the Headmaster just stared at him over his half moon spectacles. His bright blue eyes were impassive and for a moment Draco felt some of his confidence waver.
His Lord said this would be a perfect plan, for never would Dumbledore turn down a student in need. The Dark Lord knew that Dumbledore would try to do anything to help a poor child turn Death Eater. Draco had agreed with him whole heartedly but now face-to-face with those impassive eyes he began to wonder if it were really true.
After a long moment Dumbledore sighed once again and leaned forward in his seat. His eyes were no longer impassive but filled with a deep sadness warred with pain. Draco sighed silently with relief but kept his outer self nervous and just a little scared.
"You have done a brave thing coming here tonight Mister Malfoy. Other wizards twice your age have not shown the bravery you are showing me now." With that Dumbledore stood and walked over to the roaring fire in the corner. He threw a bit of powdered into the flames. "Severus!" he called out in a clear voice and the next moment Draco could see Professor Snape's head floating in the flames.
"Yes Headmaster," Snape asked in his quiet menacing voice while flicking Draco a searching glance. Draco dropped his eyes and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"I would like you to bring me a Truth Potion, Severus," Dumbledore said. If Snape had any questions about this he didn't show it. He simply replied, "Yes, sir" and disappeared with a small pop.
Dumbledore walked back over to his seat and sat down quietly. He observed Draco for a moment before saying, "I wish I did not have to resort to using Veritaserum but I must be absolutely certain where you loyalties lie. Do you have any objections with taking the potion Draco?"
The outer Draco shook his head while quietly mumbling, "No, sir," while the inner Draco smirked with glee. Everything was falling together smoothly. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts and at the Headmaster call Professor Snape stalked quickly into the room. Without so much as a look at Draco he handed Dumbledore a small vial filled with clear liquid.
"Thank, Severus," Dumbledore said. "You may wait outside until Mister Malfoy and I are through."
Snape gave a small nod and stalked back out of the room shutting the door with a soft click behind him.
"Mister Malfoy." Draco turned to face Dumbledore. Silently he took the vial that the Headmaster was holding out to him. Quickly he pulled he stopped out, tipped his head back and swallowed the potion in one gulp.
It felt as if ice were running down his throat and into his veins. As if he were freezing on the inside. But just as the ice began to take over a small fire began to consume it, melting the cold away.
Draco slowly let his eyes go out of focus wiping all emotion from his face. He let his features go slack and his shoulders slump slightly just as he had practiced and waited.
"Can you hear me Draco?" Draco blinked once as if he were processing words that were coming from far away.
"Yes," he answered.
"Tell me again why you have come here to me tonight."
"To offer you my services as a spy against the Dark Lord." Draco spoke with no emotion what so ever in his voice. He made it sound flat and dead.
"Are you a Death Eater at this moment, Draco?"
"Yes."
"Did you willing become one?"
"Yes."
"Yes?" Dumbledore inquired questioningly. Before Draco could make to answer he asked another question. "Why did you willing become a Death Eater?"
"I was afraid of my father's wrath," Draco answered. "I was afraid of what he would do if I refused."
"I see," said Dumbledore sounding relieved. "Do you believe in the actions and beliefs of Voldemort?"
"No."
"Why is it you wish to become a spy?"
Again Draco repeated his story for wanting to become a spy against the Dark Lord in the same flat voice. Unlike last time he did not stop and he did not show the pretence of being scared or nervous. He remained blank. After he finished Dumbledore asked on last question. "To whom do your loyalties lie?"
"To anyone who opposes the Dark Lord and his beliefs." Seemingly satisfied Dumbledore picked up his wand and waved it at Draco uttering the incantation that would undo the effects of the Veritaserum. Draco blinked rapidly as if his vision was clearing and stared at Dumbledore for a moment before once again dropping his eyes.
"You do understand that by doing this you are putting yourself in great danger," the Headmaster asked his voice filled with sadness. "If you are found out it will mean death."
"I know sir," Draco said meeting Dumbledore's eyes for the first time. "But if I refuse to do what the Dark Lord ask it will also mean death. At least this way my death might be for a good cause."
Dumbledore nodded. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them all the sadness was gone replaced steely resolve. "Every time you are summoned you are to report here immediately afterwards. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," Draco answered. "My father had given me a port-key that will take me into Hogsmead so that I can Apparate from there."
"Very well. It is getting late and you have classes in the morning. You dorm mates will no doubt be noticing your absence. You may go."
"Thank-you, sir," Draco said standing. He walked to the door and was just about to open it when Dumbledore's voice stopped him.
"You must remember to act as normal as possible, Draco. If any of you friends begin to suspect anything it will be up to you handle. You understand that I can not help you with that?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good-night Draco," Dumbledore said in a voice so thick with sadness that Draco almost felt sorry for the old man. Almost.
"Good-night, Professor." Draco opened the door and stepped out. He walked silently pass Professor Snape with his head bowed down and his eye averted. As he stepped onto the stairs he heard the click of the door shutting behind Snape as he entered the office.
Out in the corridor Draco allowed himself a self satisfied grin. He quickly began to make his way to the dungeons all traces of a scared nervous little boy gone to be replaced my the proud, arrogant Malfoy.
He slowly pulled a small vial out of the pocket in his robes and began to twirl it through his fingers. He chuckled softy to himself. The old fool had actually believed him! His master had been right to think he might use Veritaserum on Draco. His master had made sure he was prepared. The vial in his hand was completely empty except for one tiny drop of black liquid. Mentiri. The only potion on earth that could counteract Veritaserum
A/N: I know I said this chapter would be longer but I decided that this was enough for one chapter. I also realized that I had been spelling Dumbledore's name wrong! How could I! I'm sorry and I will never forgive myself. Anyway, if I made anymore mistakes just let me know so that I can correct them. So you know what to do now, REVIEW! REVIEW! Constructive criticism? Positive feedback? Whatever, just don't flame me or I will throw them all back at you and hope you burn alive.
P.S.- Mentiri is Latin for "lie" or "to tell a lie". It is like the opposite of a truth potion