This is where it all starts! Well the super plotting and stuff. Enjoy

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Chapter 6

As Draco entered the forest and passed out of view from his mansion his stiff gait turned into a

stroll and he strolled through the forest. His mind wandered and soon began reliving memories

that included himself and Hermione. Calling her a mudblood but later regretting it. Wanting to

ask her to dance at the Christmas ball but instead sneering at her. Her showing him how to paint,

her hand resting on top of his, the time they got detention trying to out-yell each other in the

great hall. Him teaching her how to fly; holding onto her waist to steady her. Hermione tutoring

him in Charms; their heads bent close together. Catching the third-year removing the clothes

from the occupants of the paintings. Being –

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Draco's train of though was abruptly cut off as a tall man wearing a dark green cloak rushed up

to him. The man had the hood of his cloak up so Draco couldn't observe his face. "Do not go

this way!" he shouted into Draco's face, his voice overly anxious.

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Malfoy was puzzled by the fellow's strange manner but paused to ask, "Why not? I am a

Malfoy and am wasting my time listening to a miscreant like you."

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The hidden man replied, "Just beyond that curve in the path is a herd of wild, rabid, man-eating

thestrals. As Malfoy had never seen a person's demise and would be unable to see the thestrals

as they tore him limb from limb he had no choice but to accept this odd mans ravings as genuine

and continue on a different path.

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"Drat," spat Malfoy, there was only one other route to his grandfather's cottage but it was much

longer and he would have to cross a few streams that had no bridges. The possibility of getting

his clothes mud-stained made him cringe. "Move," he commanded the hooded figure. Shuffling

the man moved to the side of the path.

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"Very good my Lord, very good."

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At least the peasants knew how to show respect when respect was due Malfoy thought irritably.

Probably a poacher looking to find favour with his overlord, come to think of it he had never

seen his face and couldn't reward him. "Truth is," Malfoy reasoned with himself, "he probably

didn't want me to punish him." Malfoy was annoyed that he would be late for his meeting with

Hermione.

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As Malfoy strode off into the distance Lucius slowly lowered the hood of his cloak. "Excellent,"

he whispered, his eyes were calculating. He now had enough time to apparate home, look for

something belonging to his father (Lucius' manner had once belonged to Will), put the item into

the polyjuice potion he kept on hand, transform into Will, apparate to Will's cottage, dispose of

Will, murder the mudblood, apparate home before Draco arrived at Will's cottage, and get to

his appointment with the hair-dresser on time.

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A/N Is Lucius not great! Ahhhh the narcissticness of him (lol i know that's not a word but hey, it describes him) Thanks again to my reviewers

Alenor - The title is interesting isn't it

MageAurian - Yes the title is a clue but you'll figure that out by Chapter 8 or 9 or 10 i can't remember which, if you're really slow, you'll figure it out in the epilogue