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No Cure

I sat up in the hospital bed. Dumbledore was looking at me with a concerned look in his eyes. This was new. Usually it's perfect Potter that gets Dumbledore's affection, he's such a suck up...

"Oh good, you're awake." I frowned. Hunh? "You are to be transported to Saint Mungo's today," he continued, "and we'll try to find your parents for you." Oh god. First, I'm going to a hospital for retards, and now Lucius was going to come? I was tempted to tell Dumbledore to avoid finding my parents, but knew better, so I lay back down.

When I was finally alone, I pulled out the diary. I had decided I wasn't going to let Voldemort scare me.

Hello Voldemort.

Ahh, Mr. Malfoy. I had a feeling you'd want to speak with me again.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. I frowned. This "all-powerful" Voldemort was turning out to be a freak with a couple magic tricks up his sleeve. How are you feeling today? I hesitated. What mad him ask a question like that?

I'm good. I decided it was better to tell him that then let him have an advantage over me in my weak state. I was really feeling like shit.

Oh really?

Yeah. You got a problem with that?

Not at all. I shook my head wondering what this loon was trying to say.

Now, I will ask you one more time. Please give this little book back to Harry. Harry? Oh. Potter. Not this again.

I said no. Do you need a definition? Ooooh! I was getting good at this.

No. Well, I really wish you would discontinue your foolish games with me, young Malfoy. You are a very practiced liar, I'll give you that, but you must remember who you're dealing with. This guy really needs to get over himself.

And who is that? I chuckled through my miserable state.

You're starting to annoy me.

Good.

To get to the point.

Finally. This was working well.

I'm aware you are feeling VERY sick. Which of his sources told him this?

No, I told you, I'm FINE.

Please stop your little act. I know you're sick because I MADE you sick. Oh. I was about to tell him to stop making me sick, but thought better of it.

I'M NOT SICK! You must not have done it right.

Well, since I KNOW you're feeling sick, but you refuse to face the facts, I'll tell you this: if you agree to help me, I will relieve you of your incurable sickness. If not, you will die a PAINFULL death. Crap. How was I supposed to explain this to Dumbledore? I once again, slammed the diary shut.

I lay down just as Madame Pomfrey strode in. She shook her head.

"I'd like to let you know that we've contacted your parents, and they're coming back as soon as possible." No! Anyone but Lucius! He'd probably know about my connection with Voldemort anyway.

"Am I still going to Saint Mungo's?"

"No." She seemed rather annoyed, "They told me they won't take in someone with just a cold or a fever…" her voice trailed off. She made an indignant noise and stalked to her office. I sighed. Thank God.

"Draco!" I woke up and saw Lucius and Narcissa rushing in. Oh no, not again.

"Darling, we've been so worried about you!" Narcissa said gushingly. Uhg. Disgusting. She was such a fake.

"How are you? What happened?" Lucius threw questions at me like a concerned father. I hate my parents' little performance in front of others. They act like they're two parents who think the world of their child. Give me a break. They're the farthest from parents, never mind loving or caring.

Narcissa bent down and gave me a kiss. I could've thrown up. All she'd put on my cheek was the back of her hand. At least this didn't hurt so much.

"Now, son, we're going to have you better soon," Lucius said, in a falsely comforting voice. Dumbledore was watching all this from a corner in the hospital wing, as I saw. Snape entered.

"Ah! Severus! So good to see you," Lucius smiled, seeing him come in. This was going overboard. I happened to know that my father hates Snape with a passion, it seems. Since Snape turned him in as a Death Eater, and he just barely got out of Azkaban. Snape nodded to Lucius curtly.

"So," I said to my parents (it was payback time), "how was your little urgent trip?" I asked casually. I saw a glare pass through Lucius' eyes. Hah.

"It was nothing exciting, I can assure you." Narcissa's smile had vanished, and her eyes dared me to pry. So I did.

"Where did you go?"

"That's information we can't reveal."

"Oh," I said innocently.

"Then why, might I ask, did you leave Draco with the Lestranges?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well," replied Narcissa, "They're old friends of ours, and we knew he'd be in good hands." I stifled a laugh WRONG ANSWER!

"Then I assume you are comfortable sending your son home for Easter to them?"

"Yes," chorused my parents.

"Then you're comfortable sending your son to Azkaban?"

"What?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, you might not have been aware, but the Lestranges are currently residing in Azkaban Prison." My parents looked at each other.

"Oh dear," began Narcissa.

"We're so sorry…" continued Lucius.

"We had no idea."

"Why did they agree if they were…"

"In Azkaban." What fakes my parents were. I decided it was time to reveal to Dumbledore the cause of my sickness (I was really feeling like shit.)

"Professor Dumbledore?" I said, and found my voice was going.

"Yes?"

"You see, sir, I had this little book, and someone was on the other end and was talking to me. It was working well for a while, but then someone else got on the other book."

"Who?"

"Voldemort." I saw my parents' eyes bristling. How many times had I heard: Never use the Dark Lord's name!

"Please continue." My voice was really going now, but I tried.

"Well, he gave me this sickness, and I can't be cured until I give the book to H…" but my voice was gone. Curse Voldemort!

"Go on." I tried again. Nothing.

"Why don't you write it down?" Snape suggested. He handed me a parchement and I wrote down "Harry Potter." Dumbledore shook his head. I heard Dumbledore say:

"Oh, dear." Then everything went black.

Ok, kinda weak, alright REALLY weak chapter, but the next chapters should be better.

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