It couldn't be him. It just couldn't. Not here, not now. Not when he was just getting used to being cut off from the wizarding world. He was the only wizard in the village, Potter couldn't be here. It was a coincidence that's all
But if it wasn't… If it really was him. He'd have to leave. Draco couldn't stay. He'd be found. There was no way Potter would be able to keep his big nose out and leave him in peace. Potter would be desperate for someone to save by now. It had been so long since he'd been a hero. There was no way the stinking Gryffindor in him would keep away. A lone, blind man, Draco was a perfect candidate to be one of Saint Potter's pals. And there'd be no mistaking him, despite his no doubt bedraggled appearance. Potter could smell a 'bad guy' at fifty paces. He'd be straight to Azkaban before he could draw breath.
Sure he'd thought about revenge. But that was when Potter was far away. Now he was practically on Draco's doorstep. Thinking and acting were two separate entities. If Potter really was here, his merry band of Weasley's were sure to be not far behind. And the filthy mud-blood would no doubt be hovering nearby. He'd never be able to get Prince Potter alone. He knew that now. But where else could he go?
No one knew he was here. No one knew he was still alive. If he tired to leave where could he go? He couldn't disapparate, he never actually passed the test. He didn't own a broom any more, so he couldn't fly away. And even if he did he wouldn't be able to see where he was going. He didn't even know where he was, some tiny, little blip in the back of beyond. If he left on foot he'd probably blunder right into Potter's waiting arms.
"Damn it!"
He flung the small coffee table at the wall. What was he going to do? In all the years he had imagined his revenge he never actually thought he'd get the chance he dreamed of. Potter alone, at his mercy.
But Potter wasn't alone apparently. There was a girl, the muggle had mentioned a girl. They were a couple. He could just see them now, Potter and the Weasley girl, it had to be her. No one else was pathetic enough to get Potter's attention. Yes there they were in some hole of a house nearby, smiling and happy, and laughing at how lucky they were. And laughing at him.
Well then, if Potter was stupid enough to think he was safe. He was stupid enough to get himself killed in an 'accident'. That was it, he'd plan an accident of some sort, and make sure Potter was on the receiving end. To go in wand blazing wasn't smart. If the Ministry suspected death by magic they'd come looking for a wizard. For him. It was time for Draco to be cunning, his most Slytherin.
His momentary panic at the thought of being caught was subsiding. Potter may know danger when he sees it, but he never knew who was behind it all until the end. And that was where Draco saw his advantage. If anything Potter would be more relaxed now, which was even more to Draco's gain.
Yes, he'd get his revenge. It would take time of course, but he'd waited this long. A little longer wouldn't hurt. A delicious thrill ran through him, he now understood why his master had so loved baiting Potter. The anticipation of what was to come was almost intoxicating.
But he couldn't get carried away. Not yet. He had to plan, take it slow. Maybe he'd even get Potter on his side. He'd need a convincing story though, and that definitely would take time. To convince Potter he was a reformed character. Was it even possible? He doubted it some how. No going for the straight kill would be easier.
There was nothing to do but to think and plan now. Biding his time until the opportune moment came. And then he'd strike, with all the power of Salazar and his former master. He'd get Potter if it was the last thing he did. That would show them all.
Potter wasn't special, he was just lucky. Draco knew this well enough. That luck was about to run out however, and Potter's charmed life would soon be over.
He couldn't help but laugh. He'd pity Potter under normal circumstances. Well no, that was a lie. Potter had been given a choice so many years ago. All he had had to do was join with Draco at Hogwarts. Potter had made his choice. If he had been friends with Draco instead of the muggle lover, life would have changed beyond recognition. The mud-blood would have died a hundred times over by now. And maybe he, Draco, would be Minister. And his master would be alive. And more importantly all the squibs, mud-bloods and blood-traitors would be dead. The wizarding race would be pure.
If only Potter hadn't thrown his lot in with the riffraff. It would have been a defining moment in Draco's life. His master would have rewarded him above all other. Still, no point looking to the past. Not when the future was looking so rosy. Yes, thought Draco, to kill Potter and his girl would be the ultimate compensation. He could then die happy. No one would be able to take that away from him.
Ok so been a while since I've done anything for this fic, but inspiration struck the other day and I actually finished it. So lets all do the happy dance. Quick little author's note thing here, basically Draco has gone mad. All the years of loneliness and no magic have kind of messed him. Please remember that when reading as it might get a little bit jumpy in places. Oh and thanks to Kris for reminding me who the girl Harry is with is. Oh yeah, the name changed because I decided I didn't like it. I'm not sure where the new one has come from but there's like 600 HP fics titled Consequencesso I figured I'd change it.