This chapter may just shock you a bit....
Chapter Six... Azkaban
The following week passed and Harry was once again sent off to Azkaban Prison. Guard duty for the next three plus months. Upon his arrival, Harry made the rounds (giving his fellow guard a break), to make sure no prisoners had died since the previous evening, luckily none were dead or seriously ill.
So, Harry headed back to the guard quarters, "Hey Potter, why don't they just toss you in here and save themselves the trouble of sending you here and back every few months? When Bloody Hell Magee croaks, you can live in cell two-hundred-fifty."
"Haven't you been saying that for the last two and a half years, Malfoy?"
"Yep, I have been, haven't I? Did you bring any cards?"
"I sure did. What shall we play?"
"How about that muggle one you taught me last time? Go Fish, it was called.... right?"
"Yeah, but I was thinking more on the lines of war."
"Can we please play Go Fish, now and War, later, maybe after rounds?"
"Alright, I'll give you the pleasure of a game of Go Fish."
"Thanks, Pothead."
"Your welcome, Ratface." Harry dealt the cards.
"So, how's life in the world, Potter? I'm so glad I only have three months left for this year."
"Shitty as normal. I have a new roommate, though."
"Who? A muggle?"
"No, an old friend of mine, needed a place to stay, just got back, saw a lot of old friends at the reunion."
"Was it Weasel or Mud... Granger?"
"Hermione," Harry smiled.
"Does Scarhead have a thing for the Beaver?"
"Shut up, Ferret. How come you didn't ferret your self out of Azkaban guard duty?"
"Never got a chance and you know it."
"Daddy's not here anymore to bail you out, little junior Deatheater?"
"I wasn't a Deatheater, and your right, I rode on my name and my father's coattails through his arrest, though I made it through Auror training on my own merit and you know it, training buddy."
"That's for sure you were riding your fathers coattails and name, but how do you expect me to believe you were not a Deatheater?"
"Did you bring along any veritiserum, this time?"
"Actually... I did."
"Where did you get it?"
"Our old Potions master."
"Did you knick it?"
"No, I paid a hefty price though."
"And you got it from the best Potions master in Britain, maybe the world."
"A months worth of salary."
"Must be good stuff then... well, is it?"
"From what he said it is."
"So are you going to use it?"
"Hmm..."
"It's the only way you'll believe the truth, I know, I did stalk you for the better part of seven years."
"More like torment."
"I'll concede to that, you and your mates did your share as well, though not so much, Granger really has an arm."
"Alright. Stick out your tongue," and Harry administered a drop, just like Snape told him to, right onto Malfoy's tongue.
"Were you a Deatheater?"
"No." Malfoy answered emotionless.
"Was your father a Deatheater?"
"Yes."
'Duh,' Harry thought, the asked his next question, "Did your father train you to become a Deatheater?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you become a Deatheater?"
"I didn't want to be stuck serving another."
"Who was the best Seeker during out time at Hogwarts?"
"You."
"Me! Really?"
"Yes."
"You were by far the second best.. well after Diggory."
"Thanks Potter, I edge out a dead man."
"What would you be doing if you weren't in Azkaban?"
"Working in our shared cubicle."
"Do you like me?"
"Yes, now that I know you."
"Who was your best friend at Hogwarts?"
"Crabbe and Goyle."
"What's your full name?"
"Draco Lucius Black Malfoy."
"Did you ever meet Voldemort?"
"No."
"Did you ever see him?"
"No."
"Did you want to?"
"No."
A month later,
"So, Potter, how is our shared cubicle doing?"
"I think there pushing the walls closer together. Actually, pretty soon, we'll be sharing a desk."
"Damn Jackson and Father always loved that bloody arsehole."
"Did he pay for his post as well?"
"O, course, that's the only way anyone moved up under Fudge, well and kissing his arse.. once the galleons stopped flowing, they dropped back to menial jobs."
"Supposedly, they have laws, now, right?"
"They certainly say they do. I can't believe you actually used that stuff on me! We've been working together for six bloody years, you don't trust me, yet?"
"Oh, I trust you way bloody more now, then five years ago."
"Kind of helped being paired together in Auror training. The trust factor, I didn't trust you before then either, you saving me in that excercise sure helped."
"Yeah, then you saving me in that othe one. They should have paired us as partners out of training, rather then with the dunces they put us with."
"Your saying the right stuff for once there Scarhead."
"Thanks, Ratface."
"I have an idea as to how to get us out of this shit hole of a job."
"And what's that?"
"Well, first off... we resign and second... we off Jackson."
"And how would we do that?"
"You know about muggle narcotics, right?"
"Yeah, my cousin is an addict and a dealer."
"We can make it look like an overdose, Deatheaters used to do it left and right." Malfoy explained how.
"You in?"
"How would we keep from being caught?"
"They won't suspect a thing, wizards OD, all the time. Didn't you even wonder why Dumbledore was always so twinkle eyed... well besides the brandy."
"Yeah. So, what will we do once this is over?"
"I'll disappear, you can do whatever you like."
"Sounds like a plan."
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AN: I'm being nice, giving you a second update in two days despite only getting one review. Thanks Slytherin girl, something, sorry if I killed your name. This will most likely be the last chapter posted for awhile, cause tomorrow I go back to college, 15 credits this term, like last, hopefully I'll get ahead on typing chapters, so I can post them when I have time while at school. Thank you for reading, and please review.
