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Goodlittlecatholicschoolgirl: thankies ), -pats- One day you may be sitting beside Draco in his Mansion drinking Lemonade. But not in this fanfiction…Sorry.
Kt: Yes, Draco's Fine… You'll find out what the scar means soon. Thanks for the review.
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Disclaimer: I am trying to own Harry Potter! I seriously am! But it's not working!
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Draco stood off the Hogwarts Express. He was trying to act normal; after he was discharged from St Mungos He had been living in a state of confusion. No one had explained to him about the scar. He doubted that they knew why it was there. But they didn't say so, When Draco asked they would pretend not to hear, or change the subject. He had been getting rather frustrated and couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts. He couldn't help but smile as he broadly walked though the crowds of giggling girls. His goons Crabbe and Goyle walked at his side. Like he was some form of famous actor. He walked to the Horseless Carriages and got into one followed by Crabbe and Goyle. Pansy soon boarded with her friends that seemed to giggle endlessly. Draco sighed and stared out the back of the carriage as it started to move slowly. He watched the Hogwarts Castle approach closer. Pansy and her Friends were all gossiping about a girl in Hufflepuff. Crabbe and Goyle were eying Draco. Draco gave them a dark look. They looked the other way. The Hogwarts castle approached its towers gleaming with flickering lights. He was happy to be back. This way he wouldn't have to listen to his father yelling at him all the time. The Carriage halted and Draco quickly got out. And walked into Hermione Granger. He groaned but didn't say anything. She gave him the evil eye. He ignored her; He wasn't in the mood for Mr. High and Mighty to annoy him.
Not today.
He walked up the stairs to the Great Hall and to the Slytherin Table, He sat down. Crabbe and Goyle on his side and Pansy opposite him. Who was smiling at him excessively.
Draco Sighed and wondering if someone had put a carrot up her ass that was causing her to smile like a maniac. His eyes drifted across the hall out of utter boredom, they rested on the Gryffindor table where Harry Potter and his Friends, Ron, and Hermione were joking and talking like nothing ever was wrong. Draco clutched the table cloth. Suddenly angered by their happy carefree actions. But he knew. That when the dark lord gets his hands on them. They won't be smiling
He was in a good mood for the rest of the night.
The sudden opening of the doors shook him out of his dark thinking. And very nervous looking first years trotted up to the front. Draco growled. He heard the sorting hat start up with its song. And the routine started that had become very familiar to Draco. He groaned and put his head on the table hoping to escape. He hated first years.
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Draco was sitting in the common room listening to everyone's talk about their summer. Which was boring for Draco. Draco yawned and faintly noted an owl coming though the common room door, being in the dungeon they had no windows, so mail had to be during breakfast, the owl circled the common room, and finally dropping the letter on Dracos' Lap. Draco stared at it.
'What's That?' Asked Crabbe eyeing the letter.
'It's a letter' said Draco sarcastically.
'I know that, but whose it from?' Crabbe asked. Draco sighed.
'I don't know' He said tearing it open. Inside a neatly written letter was folded perfect into the envelope, he knew it wasn't from anyone he knew.
Draco Malfoy,
Would you please turn up at my office (Behind the Gargoyle 2nd floor) as soon as you get this.
Thank You,
Albus Dumbledore.
Draco stood up.
'I'll be right back. I have an errand to attend to' He announced to his goons and snuck out of the common room into the Slytherin dungeons. It was cold, as it usually was, but for some reason it seemed colder this night, he wrapped his robes around him tightly and walked slowly up the stairs and twisting until he got out. He didn't really want to speak with Dumbledore. He found Dumbledore to be quite annoying. But what could he do about it?
Somehow his mind drifted to his newfound scar. What did it mean? He felt his mouth go dry; did it have something to do with high and mightly Harry Potter? He shuddered slightly. He approached the Gargoyle and to his surprise he came face to face with Professor Mcgolligal. She gave Draco a very stern look. Draco knew she disliked him, she disliked him very much.
'Are you here to see Dumbledore?' She asked, but Draco knew she already knew the answer.
'Yes' He said sounding unusually polite. She turned and said the password quickly, but Draco didn't really seem to care what it was. He was curious to see what Dumbledore wanted, but was soon shaken out of his thoughts yet again. Upon Professor Mcgolligal shoving him up onto the old stone staircase, the gargoyle closed and the staircase went up. As Soon as it opened again he scrambled out. And looked upon Dumbledore's office. He had been there before, but it never failed to amaze him how it looked, Bookcases upon Bookcase full of different books, which one couldn't help upon wondering what they contained. Draco approached Dumbledore's desk slowly. Dumbledore was scribbling frantically over some parchment. Draco wondered weither Dumbledore knew he was there, but he cleared his throat anyway.
'Just a minute Draco' Dumbledore said finishing off the letter and sending it with a school owl. The same way he did for Draco.
'Ah' Said Dumbledore Smiling 'Sit down', Draco sat down in front of Dumbledore. 'Yes Professor' Draco could hear his own voice shaking.
'It has come to my attention about an incident that happened over the summer, and I wanted to speak to you about it' Dumbledore's voice was kind. Draco feared the worst. How did Dumbledore know what he did over the Holidays? Wasn't he to busy thinking about Scar Boy to care about Draco?
'What about My Summer?' Asked Draco, this time sounding rude. But Dumbledore kept his face normal.
'I heard from a Mediwizard that you were brought in, with an unusual scar on your torso' Dumbledore said peering at him though his half moon glasses.
'Yes, and if you're asking, what it was, or Why I got it, I don't know' Draco snapped.
'Yes Draco, I know, But I do know why, and I am prepared to tell you, If you are prepared to listen' Dumbledore said. Draco sat up and didn't say anything, but glared darkly at Dumbledore.
'I am led to believe that the scar you possess, is similar to Harry Potter's scar, and that you seem to possess the same power as he does' Said Dumbledore.
'YOU MEAN WE'RE BROTHERS!' Yelled Draco standing up.
'No, Draco, Calm down, it seems you were similarly cursed, maybe not as a child but some other time, but in your case, the person that was supposed to kill loved you to much, and the spell didn't work properly. This is a very rare occurrence' Draco sat there unmoved; it was silent for a few minutes.
'Why are you telling me this?' Draco asked.
'Well, we are asking of you and Harry to form some kind of friendship, and unite against the dark lord, and together defeat him' Dumbledore finished.
'No, I will not betray my father or my lord' said Draco standing up and storming off, but not before realizing Harry Was there, and he heard everything.