"Malfoy?" Harry whispered. His voice sounded loud to his own ears, but he knew he was barely making a noise. It was disconcerting to know that everyone else heard only half as well as you did. It was also exceedingly obnoxious when people spoke louder even though you weren't deaf.

"Yeah, I'm here," came Malfoy's famous drawl.

"Why did I need to meet you here? Aren't we meeting at the shrieking shack later?" Harry asked.

Draco shrugged, "I found out that it is impossible to spy on anyone in this room. The room has a mind of its own, and does almost anything it wishes... I've noticed that it doesn't like people spying on other people, so it's safe to talk here, and what I want to tell you is pretty urgent."

Harry listened, something he was very good at, to what Draco had to say.

"When I was at the manor, I heard my father talking to some Death Eaters, and they were planning on a way to handicap you... and I think that maybe what they had in mind was to take away your sight," Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Draco continued, "I think that this whole thing is part of a grand plan, of some sort. I don't think that your loss of sight was a freak accident. My father is looking into the matter as we speak."

Again Harry tried to say something, but Draco held up a hand, anticipating the question Harry was about to ask. Harry was silent, almost as though he had sensed that Draco had put up his hand, even though he couldn't see it.

"Yes, my father has been a spy for the Order for a while; I only continued to be a bastard to you to keep up appearances."

Harry nodded; all his silent questions had been answered. "What do you propose we do about it all? Nothing is going to cure the blindness except for time. I'll be a sitting duck if Voldemort decides to show up suddenly!"

"I know..." Draco said quietly. There really was nothing that the two of them could do. "Unless..." An idea suddenly popped up in Draco's head.

"Huh?"

"Unless the bullet killed you! Of course! Damage that the nurse overlooked! You are suddenly killed, because of the bullet! The world grieves, and Death Eaters go into a false sense of security! I have a small house in Paris, where we could go to hide out. It's as secure as you can get, secret too! Of course, I'll have to be diagnosed with some strange disease, but that's easy... this could work, let's see..." Draco began to mumble plans to himself.

"What are you talking about? They didn't overlook anything, all that happened was that I was blinded... you know that! Why do you need to be diagnosed with an illness? This isn't the time to be planning the latest way to ditch class, Malfoy!"

"No, no! Listen, I have an idea! We could fake your death, and take you to my manor in Paris. I would have to go with you, of course, but it's easy enough to get me out of school. No one will suspect anything. Your friends will be a bit upset, but they'll get over you, and if not, you'll make an appearance later, after you defeat the Dark Lord... this will be perfect! C'mon, we're going to go kill you off really quickly. This plan needs to put into action, now, okay?" Draco grabbed Harry by the sleeve of his shirt, and dragged him out of the room, and over to the headmaster's office.

"Hello boys! What are you doing here? Would you like a Candy? They're very good. Almost like Bertie Bott's every flavored beans, only they're hard candies, called Candies... want one?"

The boy's shook their heads and Draco relayed his plan to Dumbledore, and what he suspected. Dumbledore listened carefully, nodding his head every now and then.

"Mr. Malfoy, I think that this course of action would be very risky, as well as put more responsibility on both of you than I think a young boy should have..." Dumbledore began, but Harry piped up almost angrily.

"More responsibility! As if having to save the world isn't too much responsibility! I think I can handle Malfoy for a while, and still be fine with my schoolwork while in Paris. I agree with Malfoy for once in my life, this would probably be safest. Once they think I'm dead, their guard will be down, and I could attack when they least expect it. As soon as I get my eyesight back, I can go in for the kill."

Dumbledore nodded. "I will consult the order, and tell you in three day's time. In the meanwhile, of course, no one is to know of this plan. I cannot stress that caution enough, nobody is to know, or you could put everyone in danger, is that understood?"

Both boys nodded.

"Good. Now both of you should go. I'll talk to the Order and inform you of the verdict."

The boys scurried off, going their separate ways as soon as they got out of the office without so much as a good-bye or backward glance.

Three days had gone past by the time that Dumbledore called the boys back into his office with the news from the Order. During this time, Draco avoided Harry. Harry had no problem avoiding Draco, seeing as he wouldn't be able to see Draco, even if he was close.

Both the Slytherin and Gryffindor entered the headmaster's office at about the same time after receiving the letter. Harry's letter had spoken to him, but was charmed so that only he could hear it, because he couldn't possibly read it. Recently Harry had begun to teach himself how to read Braille, so that he wouldn't have to make people charm their letters to talk... he wasn't learning it too quickly.

"Boys! Wonderful to see you! Lemon drop?" Dumbledore said. The boys shook their heads.

"Well, I suppose there's no beating around the bush, eh? The order has decided, and they think that Harry will die in two days, after being taken to the hospital ring tomorrow. What do you two think?"

Harry smiled, and Draco nodded his head solemnly, "That sounds wonderful, headmaster. I will send a letter to my father requesting that I 'switch schools,' so that I have a credible reason for leaving Hogwarts, and so that my father can tell the house elves to clean up the manor where Harry and I are to live for a while," Draco said.

"No need, no need! Your father was at the Order meeting and has already sent me a letter telling me that you have been moved from all schools in England and to a private school in France and has told his house elves to set up the manor you will be living in. That reminds me! Harry is leaving in two days, but you leave today! The house elves have already taken your luggage to your new... school. Well, so long Draco Malfoy! Here's your port key to the manor!" Dumbledore handed out a skeleton key.

Draco dipped his head down in a sort of bowing gesture. "See you soon Potter... I think you'll love the manor... it would be better if you could see the whole building... but maybe you can come back when your eyesight returns..."

"You can count on it... if for no other reason than to annoy you, Malfoy," Harry answered.

Draco grabbed hold of the key and disappeared. Not that Harry could see that he was gone, he more felt that there was one less person in the room.

"Well, Harry my boy, are you ready to die?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Yup!"

"I'll take you up to the infirmary and we'll prepare for your death!"

Harry smiled and chuckled. This should prove highly entertaining... Harry thought as he was led out of the room.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post something! I was at my grandmother's and she doesn't have a computer, plus, I don't think that it would be very polite to be playing on the internet while visiting her house.

Also,sorry that not much happened in this chapter, but more will happen when I next post! Harry gets to die! Wonder how Ron and Hermione will take that...?

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