Chapter
Six
After a satisfying night of torturing, Voldemort was spending his morning furthering his hopeful plan to rid of the Potter brat. "But how? That brat always seems to have an escape plan."
But Voldemort knew one thing. It seemed every time Potter didsomething that wasn't perfect or Gryffindorish the public turned on him. All he had to do was turn the public on Potter and have Potter locked away permanently. Then he could deal with Dumbledore.
Oh, he knew of the prophecy that Dumbledore tried to hide. It seemed that night in the Ministry thatthe original prophecy had beenbroken something had stuck to his robes while fighting. Once he returned to his Manor, he had been pleasantly surprised to find a magical recorder attached to his robes. When played, he could view the full prophecy for the first time.
His pleasantness had turned raging. His eagerness to rule the world had been his downfall. If he hadn't rushed to destroy the Potters, he could have ruled the Wizarding World without being contested by an equal.
But that didn't matter now. He was waiting for his little spies at Hogwarts to report something, anything, that could destroy Potter. And to his delight, only a few months later, his wish had been granted by one spy in particular.
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Finally alone for the night, the infamous blonde aristocrat, Draco Malfoy, was ambling around inthe shadows of Hogwarts' school grounds. He had been bored and desired to leave his rambling Housemates. All they had been doing was comparing notes about famous Harry Potter, The-So-Called-Gryffindor-Savior-Of-The-World.
But he knew the boy better than any otherSlytherin. He had been Potter's equal since their first day of Hogwarts, actually since the first day they met at Diagon Alley when Potter seemingly ignored him. And now, knowing the boy so well, Draco knew Potter was up to something secretive, possibly something dangerous.
And he seemed to be right when something moved at the boundaries of the Forbidden Forest. Swiftly, Draco dragged the black school robes closer around his body, pulling a black hood he had specifically asked his Father to send around his head, blending into the shadows around him.
Silvery gray eyes widened in surprise as his Head of House, Severus Snape, gracefully stepped forward, looking deep into the shadows around him, searching for something. Then the dark haired Professor turned back to face the Defense Professor, Remus Lupin, quietly talking about something. Draco would like nothing more than to step closer but knew the werewolf would likely sniff him out.
"You are doing well, Harry."
"Thank you, Professors."
"Take your cloak now, Harry. We wouldn't want you to be caught."
A sarcastic snort, "Salazar forbid Golden Boy Potter would be caught entering the castle ratherthan leaving."
"Yes, Professor."
Even though Draco couldn't hear the quick conversation, he was very interested in the fact that Potter was accompanying the two Professors back to the castle beneath the infamous Invisibility Cloak.
He waited until the three entered the sleeping castle. With a quiet whistle a regal black owl swooped down from the sky. "Malificent." The owl in question nipped his fingers gently, waiting for the young blondto scribble something down. "Take this to Father only. I do not need a reply, he'll know what to do."
Silvery gray eyes watched theowl take flight in one graceful leap. His final words were only heard by the darkness around him. "And maybe, just maybe, it'll work. Because more than one life depends upon it to work." With those floating words, drifting into nothing, Draco vanished into the darkness.
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A lone figure sat before a roaring fire with a silent companion at his side, both rolling stemmed wineglasses in their hands, sipping the dark liquid. Blue eyes glanced at his Lord's quiet figure.
"Lucius?"
The hissing tone sent small shivers down the regal blonde's spine, "Yes, my Lord?"
A bony finger pointed towards a small window, "Is that not your son's owl?"
Blue eyes peered closely at the serenely waiting owl, "Yes. What would Draco want at this hour of the night?" Pale fingers carefully pulled the owl through the small window, releasing the scrolled parchment.
Both figures blinked as the owl suddenly slipped back through the window, soaring away. "Hmm." Blue eyes scanned the hastily scribbled words before widening in surprise. "My Lord, you must see this."
Curious red eyes scanned through the same words, a deadly smirk slowlycrossing his face, "Well, well. Potter does have a weakness after all. Come, Lucius. We must work. You and your son will be richly rewarded for this."
Lucius stood, proud of his son, smirking with satisfaction. It seemed all that planning and groveling was finally cementing the Malfoysdeeply in Lord Voldemort's trust. Soon, very soon, my family. We'llhave it all.