Part 2 of chapter 28… I'm actually kinda surprised at all the attention this is getting… I guess since its HBP, every1 is kinda itching for stuff about it…
Oh, and thanx to all my reviewers, even if u don't like the whole Draco-goes-light concept, ur all telling me that the writing is at least good, so im happy with just that…
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Draco slipped on the cloak and ran silently as he could down the stairs, back past the gargoyle, and into the crossfire. He couldn't believe he was doing this. All the work he had put into getting the Death Eaters into the castle, now he was throwing it all away because his old, senile headmaster promised him and his family protection? Protection that he might not even get if the old fool dies? He continued through the halls, not stopping to watch and see if his peers were surviving or not, and not really caring. This was still about him, and he still needed to get back to the top of the Astronomy Tower before Snape did.
He flew through the halls; cutting the time it took to get to the headmaster's office easily in two now that he wasn't chasing Potter. He reached the Astronomy Tower and took out his wand, not daring to take off the prized invisibility cloak. Reaching for the door, which he could have swore they left open in their haste, Draco's heartbeat sped up. What would he find beyond the door? Had Snape beat him to the tower? Did Snape even know to come to the tower? Of course Snape knows to come to the bloody tower… Was the Mudblood Granger behind the door? Potter had said that he was going to call Granger. Was that was awaiting him? Only one way to find out, isn't there? He asked himself and he pushed open the door.
Hermione felt a dull heat coming from her back pocket as she rounded a corner on the third floor corridor. Reaching in and pulling out her D.A. coin, she saw a message inscribed. MALFOY NEEDS HELP… GO TO ASTRONOMY TOWER… This whole bloody year Harry's swearing on his life that Malfoy is up to something horrible, and now he's expecting me to go and help him? I'll never understand that boy. Deciding it was best not to argue with him via coin, Hermione turned around and went the opposite direction, back toward the Great Hall, hoping that she wouldn't be caught too heavily in the crossfire as she sent a message back to Harry. I'M ON IT.
Harry paced back and forth behind the headmaster's desk. Madam Promfey had arrived moments before and shooed him out of the headmaster's rooms and into the office. Having gotten Hermione's response seconds ago, he had one less thing to worry about. Hermione would take care of Malfoy; she'd make sure nothing went wrong. Even if he hadn't switched, she'd make sure to have him bound and tied and taken care of. She was smart, that witch was. Harry started going over Quidditch plays in his head, not wanting to think of what would happen if Madam Promfey couldn't help Professor Dumbledore. If he had been too late… if they had taken too much time…
Harry suddenly realized that if Dumbledore died on school grounds because of an attack on the school, they might close the school. He also realized that he didn't particularly care if they reopened the school. He had a job to do now. He couldn't spend the entire year at school, not when he had Horcruxes to find and an evil lord to overthrow. Suddenly, NEWTs seemed the least of his problems. Passing his end of the year exams didn't matter as much. All he knew was that he had two worlds depending on him, one knowingly and one unsuspecting. They both needed him to take down Voldemort. Slowly, Harry lowered his head into his hands. Merlin… Why did I have to be put through this? Why did Voldemort have to pick me? Why not Neville? Why can't I just have a normal life, one where I can peacefully enjoy life with my girlfriend and best friends? One where my parents weren't murdered by a madman, forcing me to live with horrible relatives… Where my godfather was still alive… Where my mentor wasn't slowly dieing in the room above me because of a poison I force-fed him. He sighed in defeat as he slowly heard the song of a phoenix in the distance.
So? Wutcha think? I'm not sure I like my last paragraph… I had some trouble sticking to the story and not going off on a fanfiction tangent… hmmm… I'm still trying to figure out how to put Snape's betrayal into this… hmm… I shall think…
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