A/N: Let's try Draco's point of view for a change, mm? Now I think, I will
let things get better.
Disclaimer: What is JK's, is JK's. Quote from "Buried Alive By Love" H.I.M.
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Draco Malfoy ran his hand through his blonde hair and stared through the mirror at his perfect reflection. He couldn't get that girl off his mind, no matter what the distraction.
He thought it big coincidence, that she was Voldemort's daughter. Big points for him.
i But the minute she walked in to his line of vision... /i
He wanted her. Draco Malfoy wanted a girl so bad it ihurt /ihim.
And it disgusted him greatly.
He, Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, should not have feelings for such a girl. She was beautiful, yes, and was even Voldemort's daughter.
But even Lucius didn't love Draco's mum.
Countless times, Draco told himself it was only lust. That's what he concealed it behind. Every night that girl would haunt his dreams. Once he thought he was over it, he'd look at her face and fall
i (In love) /i
for her all over again. He hated how he drove her insane. He'd give her up to Potter if he could, pathetic to admit, but she was Voldemort's daughter. And she hated it. A blind man could see that.
Draco scowled and fell back on to the pillow that Laurant had slept on.
Damnit, he could smell her now.
That was another thing he hated. i How the hell could a woman smell so damn good? /i
"Bloody hell," He muttered to the pillow.
Why couldn't he take the fact that if Laurant i was /i his, he'd be Voldemort's right hand man. He'd have ultimate power. Why the hell wasn't he happy about it?
iBecause she's more than that./i
"Bloody /i hell."
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Laurant breathed in the cold winter air deeply. She was the happiest since she arrived at Hogwarts.
The school was empty, devoid of noise. Classes were over for Christmas vacation. The building was free for roaming, without the clamor and hustle- bustle of students.
Laurant tried not to think of the worse.
She was trapped here with Harry and Draco. Draco would have gone home if she hadn't stayed at the school. And Harry didn't have a home to go to. Ron and Hermione had gone, almost against their will on account that their family missed them.
Again, she tried not to think of the worst.
It was day one of Christmas vacation. Best hope for the best.
Laurant avoided Harry and Draco at all costs. She didn't want to be in the same i wing /i as them. It was a big school, but there were fewer crowds to hide behind. Her apparel didn't stick out in the dark halls, but she was noticeable.
Surprisingly, she was glad it wasn't Harry.
Laurant realized something. As long as she went along with Draco's shenanigans, she didn't feel like she was too tired to ward him off. This helped, a little. In doing, when Draco put his arm around her shoulders, she did the same around his waist.
"Was looking for you," He breathed.
"Mmm." Laurant continued to stare out at the dark forest. She had the sudden urge to venture there. It had to be below ten degrees, Laurant's lungs felt cold. "Fuck its cold."
"Here, this will warm you up." He handed her a small bottle. She refused it. "No?" He set the bottle on the ground, and took Laurant into his arms. She felt the rising and falling of his breast against her back.
"You need to cut down the drinking." Laurant said, bemused. "My... mom drinks. It prevents her from protecting me from my... er, father."
"I'm sorry he hurt you," Draco traced her jaw line with his lips. "What a pig. Can never trust muggles."
Laurant didn't answer.
Draco brought out his fists in front of her. "Pick one," He said softly. She smiled and touched his right hand. A small silver heart lined with red diamonds sparkled in the early morning sun. Its captor was a thin silver chain. He opened it, and a small vision, almost a hologram, had words scroll across with red roses in the background.
i If I should die before I wake Pray no one my soul to take And if I wake before I die Rescue me with your smile /i
Laurant looked up at Draco, who smirked. "Early Christmas present,"
"I can't accept this," Actually she could, just not from him. Regardless, he put it around her neck, and kissed her gently. Laurant grinned. "Thank you," And received another kiss.
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Laurant sat with a novel in her lap. It was on the same page for almost an hour now, and she only read one sentence. What she was staring at was the locket around her neck.
Draco was now tattooed to her mind. He had a history of dating the prettiest girls in school, bedding them, and then dumping them.
Either the rumors were incorrect... or he
i (loved her)/i
had something other than lust for Laurant. She finally gave up and closed the book, making it echo throughout the Great Hall.
"Clavidicus." Laurant spoke to the large picture of snakes.
"You're not a Ssslyther-"
"Open the damn door." She said to the head snake of the frame. It did open, although the snakes let out an angry hiss before shutting behind her. When came the two large doors, Laurant paused to knock. The Slytherin Tower was very different in comparison to Gryffindor.
It was darker, somehow.
Laurant knocked again, gave up, and pushed the doors open. It was dark, except for the small stream of light peaking through the line separating the two green drapes. She was glad when she saw the familiar head of blonde hair. She walked across the room and threw open the drapes. When she turned around, it wasn't Draco she saw.
It was Ashley.
Dead.
Laurant froze where she was. Ashley hung from a rope that was suspended on one of the bed posts. Her lifeless eyes gaped at Laurant. A paper was taped to her large chest:
"I apologize my Lord, for I have not done what you have asked."
It said in curly, curvy writing. Below it, it had a more menacing taste to it:
"It was your lovely daughter who stopped me."
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Laurant watched in silence as the staff from Hogwarts carefully removed Ashley's pale body, and followed a routine of calling their parents to explain what happened. Laurant stood her ground beside Draco as Dumbledore approached them. Draco tightened his grip on Laurant's hand.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you'd allow me a minute with Miss Devant." Dumbledore spoke softly. Draco hesitated, and let go of Laurant's hand as Dumbledore whisked her away.
Laurant found herself inside a spacious room, with a bright orange phoenix staring at her. She wasn't exactly comfortable. She was in the Headmaster's presence, scared out of her wits of what he might say, or ask.
"Miss Devant," His soft blue eyes danced with a small sparkle. "I know who you are, don't be alarmed."
Laurant diverted her gaze to the ground.
"I don't want you to speak." He said.
i No skin off my back. /i
"If I may offer some words of wisdom." Dumbledore cleared his throat. "One, I prefer you be careful around those who don't have their trust in you. Second, I want you to know you're the only one keeping Voldemort alive."
Laurant nodded.
"I cannot speak to you anymore about this, you may go."
She left, without one word to the Headmaster.
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Dumbledore was undoubtedly trying to tell her something.
i But what? /i
Laurant chewed on her fingernails as she stared out into space. She sat cross-legged in a big chair in the Great Hall. It was decorated for Christmas, with a few tables for the remaining students who didn't leave school. Her gray eyes traced the dancing flames, not noticing the hands that covered her eyes.
"Guess who," Draco joked.
"Your mom." She pushed his hands away. "Why would Ashley, out of all people, go and commit suicide? It's too bizarre." Draco rolled his eyes and followed the familiar ways of making Laurant get up so that she could sit comfortably in his lap.
"Anyone would rather do that than even think about what the Dark Lord would do to her." He fingered the treasure around her neck. "You like it,"
Laurant nodded. "I thought it was your room I went to, not the girls' dormitories."
Draco grinned. "What were you expecting when you reached mine?"
"I needed to talk to you."
"Bullshit," Draco laughed and pulled Laurant into a kiss. His eyes flashed with a tint of anger when she pulled away.
Laurant swallowed. "When will I... meet my father?" She said hesitantly. Draco grinned again, sending shivers down her spine.
"Time, love." He kissed her tenderly. "Just time."
Laurant looked down at his left forearm. She pushed up the sleeve of his sweatshirt slowly, and traced the mark that he was given to name him Death Eater. "What exactly do you do?" She whispered.
"I destroy those who are in the way of my Lord, and make sure their families suffer."
Laurant tried not to seem phased. The worst she'd ever come to that was i wishing/i harm to the person. She chewed on the side of her lip until it was raw.
Draco ate at her soul. She didn't like how everything in her life had to have a logical explanation. The answer was simple with Draco. He wanted to be Voldemort's favorite and score with his beautiful daughter. That was just the way Draco Malfoy was.
Laurant just didn't want to accept it.
The flames from the fire danced in her eyes in some kind of unknown fury. Evening approached and the sky turned dusky. She glanced down at the small silver heart and bit down harder on her lip.
i It's only props. You strongly believe that he gave that to you as a gift from his heart./b
It's nice to think about, though.
bFace it doll face, all that kid wants is you flat on your back and a right hand throne next to the oh so great Evil One. /i
As much as she hated to admit it, that annoying little bitch-voice was correct.
Laurant trapped her hair behind her ear and listened to her bracelets sing their glory above the cackling of the fire devouring the wooden logs. She lay back and pressed her ear against Draco's chest, listening to the secure beat of his heart.
Why all of a sudden did she let Draco have his way with her? Was it really all to save Harry's life? His life was always constantly in danger, it seemed. Laurant, although, liked something about being Draco's arms, and having him treasure her like she was God's gift to him. Something about it was i right /i.
These thoughts came to a sudden halt when it became cold. Very cold. The only thing entity that kept her remotely warm was Draco's body. Whatever it was, she sensed it. She sensed... an /i. Draco's grip tightened around her.
"What the hell do you want, Potter?"
Laurant's heart dropped at the mere mention of his name. It grew colder.
She sat up and crossed her arms, disallowing herself to look up at those green eyes. Harry ignored Draco.
"Why are you so pale?" He saw it again, the flash of gold in her eyes.
Laurant shivered when he talked, withstanding the urge to dig her nails into his throat and rip out his vocal cords. Watching him bleed would gratify her pure satisfaction.
i What the hell?! /i
"Harry, you should leave." Laurant proclaimed to the ground beside Harry's feet. She thought if he didn't, a part of her, the weird part, would certainly rip him to shreds.
i What was wrong with her?! /i
"Leave? What do you mean-"
"You heard her, Potter, get the fuck away from us."
Harry looked at Laurant once more, reassuring that she wasn't going to speak to him, and walked away. Laurant breathed relief when the shuffle of his shoes was distant. Draco slipped his hand behind her neck and melded his lips into hers, and pressed his growing erection against her hips.
"Not here," Laurant managed to whisper. Draco sat up and looked around.
"Come on," He grabbed her hand and tried to haul her off the couch, but she didn't move. "What is it now?" Draco asked, clearly irritated.
What was now? Laurant closed her eyes. When Harry was present, ishe wanted to kill him/i, putting it bluntly. Draco let go of her hand and shoved his in his pockets.
"What's wrong?" He questioned, trying to sound bored. Laurant was pale, it scared him. Draco knelt down so that he was eye level with her. Brushing the hair away from her face, he murmured only to be heard above the howling wind coming from outdoors, "We don't have to. Not tonight."
i You do love her, you unhealthy son of a bitch. /i
He devoted his lips to hers once more before standing up and walking back to his room to leave Laurant alone.
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"You're just another pretty face in a room full of death." Laurant told her reflection. He face was stripped of all the makeup; her hair was damp from a quick shower. She bounced back when her reflection spoke in return.
"Stop beatin' yourself up for your wrongdoin's, honey. It only makes matters worse." Her reflection's eyes were tinted with gold, and the pupils only slits of black. The replica of Laurant picked up a brush and coursed it through her hair.
"Oh God, I'm going crazy."
"No you ain't sweetie, I'm only here to talk sense into ya." Her reflection crossed her arms. "You're in quite a predicament, eh? Let's see. The guy you supposedly hate has got the hots for ya and ya tell yourself you hate 'im, but you and I both know it ain't the truth."
"I never said I hated him." The reflection had the voice just like her mother's. Her muggle mother, anyway.
"You wanna hate him, though. That Harry fella is who ya really want. Let me tell ya somethin' sweetie, stay away from him. Next thing you know you'll be in hell before you knew you were dead." Laurant looked up, confused. "Honey he ain't out for a good time with ya, he's out to get rid of you f'good."
"It isn't true."
"After what he knows about you? I do believe it is true. That sweet little blondie is only there to protect ya. You know what you have to do before its too late, so stop lyin' to yourself." The reflection drawed out an apple and took a loud bite.
"What I have to do?" Laurant stared as the reflection swallowed the bit of apple and looked her square in the eye.
"Let me take over, babe."
Laurant opened her mouth, and then closed it. "No."
"You ain't got the stomach to do what needs to be done."
"No. And what do you mean 'what needs to be done'?" The reflection gaped at her like she was some kind of idiot.
"Kill Harry Potter."
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A/N: Yeah, that pretty much sums it up, doesn't it? I think I'm going to go back and fix the other chapters when I have the time.
Disclaimer: What is JK's, is JK's. Quote from "Buried Alive By Love" H.I.M.
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Draco Malfoy ran his hand through his blonde hair and stared through the mirror at his perfect reflection. He couldn't get that girl off his mind, no matter what the distraction.
He thought it big coincidence, that she was Voldemort's daughter. Big points for him.
i But the minute she walked in to his line of vision... /i
He wanted her. Draco Malfoy wanted a girl so bad it ihurt /ihim.
And it disgusted him greatly.
He, Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, should not have feelings for such a girl. She was beautiful, yes, and was even Voldemort's daughter.
But even Lucius didn't love Draco's mum.
Countless times, Draco told himself it was only lust. That's what he concealed it behind. Every night that girl would haunt his dreams. Once he thought he was over it, he'd look at her face and fall
i (In love) /i
for her all over again. He hated how he drove her insane. He'd give her up to Potter if he could, pathetic to admit, but she was Voldemort's daughter. And she hated it. A blind man could see that.
Draco scowled and fell back on to the pillow that Laurant had slept on.
Damnit, he could smell her now.
That was another thing he hated. i How the hell could a woman smell so damn good? /i
"Bloody hell," He muttered to the pillow.
Why couldn't he take the fact that if Laurant i was /i his, he'd be Voldemort's right hand man. He'd have ultimate power. Why the hell wasn't he happy about it?
iBecause she's more than that./i
"Bloody /i hell."
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Laurant breathed in the cold winter air deeply. She was the happiest since she arrived at Hogwarts.
The school was empty, devoid of noise. Classes were over for Christmas vacation. The building was free for roaming, without the clamor and hustle- bustle of students.
Laurant tried not to think of the worse.
She was trapped here with Harry and Draco. Draco would have gone home if she hadn't stayed at the school. And Harry didn't have a home to go to. Ron and Hermione had gone, almost against their will on account that their family missed them.
Again, she tried not to think of the worst.
It was day one of Christmas vacation. Best hope for the best.
Laurant avoided Harry and Draco at all costs. She didn't want to be in the same i wing /i as them. It was a big school, but there were fewer crowds to hide behind. Her apparel didn't stick out in the dark halls, but she was noticeable.
Surprisingly, she was glad it wasn't Harry.
Laurant realized something. As long as she went along with Draco's shenanigans, she didn't feel like she was too tired to ward him off. This helped, a little. In doing, when Draco put his arm around her shoulders, she did the same around his waist.
"Was looking for you," He breathed.
"Mmm." Laurant continued to stare out at the dark forest. She had the sudden urge to venture there. It had to be below ten degrees, Laurant's lungs felt cold. "Fuck its cold."
"Here, this will warm you up." He handed her a small bottle. She refused it. "No?" He set the bottle on the ground, and took Laurant into his arms. She felt the rising and falling of his breast against her back.
"You need to cut down the drinking." Laurant said, bemused. "My... mom drinks. It prevents her from protecting me from my... er, father."
"I'm sorry he hurt you," Draco traced her jaw line with his lips. "What a pig. Can never trust muggles."
Laurant didn't answer.
Draco brought out his fists in front of her. "Pick one," He said softly. She smiled and touched his right hand. A small silver heart lined with red diamonds sparkled in the early morning sun. Its captor was a thin silver chain. He opened it, and a small vision, almost a hologram, had words scroll across with red roses in the background.
i If I should die before I wake Pray no one my soul to take And if I wake before I die Rescue me with your smile /i
Laurant looked up at Draco, who smirked. "Early Christmas present,"
"I can't accept this," Actually she could, just not from him. Regardless, he put it around her neck, and kissed her gently. Laurant grinned. "Thank you," And received another kiss.
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Laurant sat with a novel in her lap. It was on the same page for almost an hour now, and she only read one sentence. What she was staring at was the locket around her neck.
Draco was now tattooed to her mind. He had a history of dating the prettiest girls in school, bedding them, and then dumping them.
Either the rumors were incorrect... or he
i (loved her)/i
had something other than lust for Laurant. She finally gave up and closed the book, making it echo throughout the Great Hall.
"Clavidicus." Laurant spoke to the large picture of snakes.
"You're not a Ssslyther-"
"Open the damn door." She said to the head snake of the frame. It did open, although the snakes let out an angry hiss before shutting behind her. When came the two large doors, Laurant paused to knock. The Slytherin Tower was very different in comparison to Gryffindor.
It was darker, somehow.
Laurant knocked again, gave up, and pushed the doors open. It was dark, except for the small stream of light peaking through the line separating the two green drapes. She was glad when she saw the familiar head of blonde hair. She walked across the room and threw open the drapes. When she turned around, it wasn't Draco she saw.
It was Ashley.
Dead.
Laurant froze where she was. Ashley hung from a rope that was suspended on one of the bed posts. Her lifeless eyes gaped at Laurant. A paper was taped to her large chest:
"I apologize my Lord, for I have not done what you have asked."
It said in curly, curvy writing. Below it, it had a more menacing taste to it:
"It was your lovely daughter who stopped me."
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Laurant watched in silence as the staff from Hogwarts carefully removed Ashley's pale body, and followed a routine of calling their parents to explain what happened. Laurant stood her ground beside Draco as Dumbledore approached them. Draco tightened his grip on Laurant's hand.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you'd allow me a minute with Miss Devant." Dumbledore spoke softly. Draco hesitated, and let go of Laurant's hand as Dumbledore whisked her away.
Laurant found herself inside a spacious room, with a bright orange phoenix staring at her. She wasn't exactly comfortable. She was in the Headmaster's presence, scared out of her wits of what he might say, or ask.
"Miss Devant," His soft blue eyes danced with a small sparkle. "I know who you are, don't be alarmed."
Laurant diverted her gaze to the ground.
"I don't want you to speak." He said.
i No skin off my back. /i
"If I may offer some words of wisdom." Dumbledore cleared his throat. "One, I prefer you be careful around those who don't have their trust in you. Second, I want you to know you're the only one keeping Voldemort alive."
Laurant nodded.
"I cannot speak to you anymore about this, you may go."
She left, without one word to the Headmaster.
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Dumbledore was undoubtedly trying to tell her something.
i But what? /i
Laurant chewed on her fingernails as she stared out into space. She sat cross-legged in a big chair in the Great Hall. It was decorated for Christmas, with a few tables for the remaining students who didn't leave school. Her gray eyes traced the dancing flames, not noticing the hands that covered her eyes.
"Guess who," Draco joked.
"Your mom." She pushed his hands away. "Why would Ashley, out of all people, go and commit suicide? It's too bizarre." Draco rolled his eyes and followed the familiar ways of making Laurant get up so that she could sit comfortably in his lap.
"Anyone would rather do that than even think about what the Dark Lord would do to her." He fingered the treasure around her neck. "You like it,"
Laurant nodded. "I thought it was your room I went to, not the girls' dormitories."
Draco grinned. "What were you expecting when you reached mine?"
"I needed to talk to you."
"Bullshit," Draco laughed and pulled Laurant into a kiss. His eyes flashed with a tint of anger when she pulled away.
Laurant swallowed. "When will I... meet my father?" She said hesitantly. Draco grinned again, sending shivers down her spine.
"Time, love." He kissed her tenderly. "Just time."
Laurant looked down at his left forearm. She pushed up the sleeve of his sweatshirt slowly, and traced the mark that he was given to name him Death Eater. "What exactly do you do?" She whispered.
"I destroy those who are in the way of my Lord, and make sure their families suffer."
Laurant tried not to seem phased. The worst she'd ever come to that was i wishing/i harm to the person. She chewed on the side of her lip until it was raw.
Draco ate at her soul. She didn't like how everything in her life had to have a logical explanation. The answer was simple with Draco. He wanted to be Voldemort's favorite and score with his beautiful daughter. That was just the way Draco Malfoy was.
Laurant just didn't want to accept it.
The flames from the fire danced in her eyes in some kind of unknown fury. Evening approached and the sky turned dusky. She glanced down at the small silver heart and bit down harder on her lip.
i It's only props. You strongly believe that he gave that to you as a gift from his heart./b
It's nice to think about, though.
bFace it doll face, all that kid wants is you flat on your back and a right hand throne next to the oh so great Evil One. /i
As much as she hated to admit it, that annoying little bitch-voice was correct.
Laurant trapped her hair behind her ear and listened to her bracelets sing their glory above the cackling of the fire devouring the wooden logs. She lay back and pressed her ear against Draco's chest, listening to the secure beat of his heart.
Why all of a sudden did she let Draco have his way with her? Was it really all to save Harry's life? His life was always constantly in danger, it seemed. Laurant, although, liked something about being Draco's arms, and having him treasure her like she was God's gift to him. Something about it was i right /i.
These thoughts came to a sudden halt when it became cold. Very cold. The only thing entity that kept her remotely warm was Draco's body. Whatever it was, she sensed it. She sensed... an /i. Draco's grip tightened around her.
"What the hell do you want, Potter?"
Laurant's heart dropped at the mere mention of his name. It grew colder.
She sat up and crossed her arms, disallowing herself to look up at those green eyes. Harry ignored Draco.
"Why are you so pale?" He saw it again, the flash of gold in her eyes.
Laurant shivered when he talked, withstanding the urge to dig her nails into his throat and rip out his vocal cords. Watching him bleed would gratify her pure satisfaction.
i What the hell?! /i
"Harry, you should leave." Laurant proclaimed to the ground beside Harry's feet. She thought if he didn't, a part of her, the weird part, would certainly rip him to shreds.
i What was wrong with her?! /i
"Leave? What do you mean-"
"You heard her, Potter, get the fuck away from us."
Harry looked at Laurant once more, reassuring that she wasn't going to speak to him, and walked away. Laurant breathed relief when the shuffle of his shoes was distant. Draco slipped his hand behind her neck and melded his lips into hers, and pressed his growing erection against her hips.
"Not here," Laurant managed to whisper. Draco sat up and looked around.
"Come on," He grabbed her hand and tried to haul her off the couch, but she didn't move. "What is it now?" Draco asked, clearly irritated.
What was now? Laurant closed her eyes. When Harry was present, ishe wanted to kill him/i, putting it bluntly. Draco let go of her hand and shoved his in his pockets.
"What's wrong?" He questioned, trying to sound bored. Laurant was pale, it scared him. Draco knelt down so that he was eye level with her. Brushing the hair away from her face, he murmured only to be heard above the howling wind coming from outdoors, "We don't have to. Not tonight."
i You do love her, you unhealthy son of a bitch. /i
He devoted his lips to hers once more before standing up and walking back to his room to leave Laurant alone.
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"You're just another pretty face in a room full of death." Laurant told her reflection. He face was stripped of all the makeup; her hair was damp from a quick shower. She bounced back when her reflection spoke in return.
"Stop beatin' yourself up for your wrongdoin's, honey. It only makes matters worse." Her reflection's eyes were tinted with gold, and the pupils only slits of black. The replica of Laurant picked up a brush and coursed it through her hair.
"Oh God, I'm going crazy."
"No you ain't sweetie, I'm only here to talk sense into ya." Her reflection crossed her arms. "You're in quite a predicament, eh? Let's see. The guy you supposedly hate has got the hots for ya and ya tell yourself you hate 'im, but you and I both know it ain't the truth."
"I never said I hated him." The reflection had the voice just like her mother's. Her muggle mother, anyway.
"You wanna hate him, though. That Harry fella is who ya really want. Let me tell ya somethin' sweetie, stay away from him. Next thing you know you'll be in hell before you knew you were dead." Laurant looked up, confused. "Honey he ain't out for a good time with ya, he's out to get rid of you f'good."
"It isn't true."
"After what he knows about you? I do believe it is true. That sweet little blondie is only there to protect ya. You know what you have to do before its too late, so stop lyin' to yourself." The reflection drawed out an apple and took a loud bite.
"What I have to do?" Laurant stared as the reflection swallowed the bit of apple and looked her square in the eye.
"Let me take over, babe."
Laurant opened her mouth, and then closed it. "No."
"You ain't got the stomach to do what needs to be done."
"No. And what do you mean 'what needs to be done'?" The reflection gaped at her like she was some kind of idiot.
"Kill Harry Potter."
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A/N: Yeah, that pretty much sums it up, doesn't it? I think I'm going to go back and fix the other chapters when I have the time.