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A New Follower

"My son!" Lucius gushed, "How are you feeling?" He hesitantly put his hand on my forehead. "Better I hope?"

"No thanks to you," I accused icily. His expression hardened.

"I was just wanting to get a last glimpse of my son before he dies," Lucius said solemnly. My jaw dropped.

"So," I remarked as coolly as I could manage, "You're just going to let him kill me? Just, avada kadavra and then it's done?"

"No, no I would never let him kill you!" I gave him a questioning look. He sneered, but didn't answer. I saw him bring out his cane and finger the crystal piece at its top. Shit. Voldemort wasn't going to kill me, my father was. Or so it seemed. I braced myself for the worst, ready to roll over when I heard him say "avada". He opened his mouth to speak but shut it immediately, and disappeared.

Madame Pomfrey came bustling in. She looked me over briefly.

"Hmm…sit up Mr. Malfoy." I obliged. To my relif, I didn't feel any of the pain I had felt before. She let out a little chuckle, "Oh good looks like you're healing up just fine. You can go back to your common room in two hours." I smiled as she walked away. Lucius reappeared and interrupted my rejoicing.

"As I was saying…" he began and caught me off guard. I watched, petrified, as a string of green light came towards me. I closed my eyes. I wonder if Ginny will care that I'm dead? And then I fell into darkness. Again.

When I came to I was alone. I looked at the huge clock on the far wall and realized that I had only been out for 15 minutes. Wait a second, didn't Lucius just try to murder me? I shrugged. I asked Madame Pomfrey if I could leave, and she let me go. I made my way to the common room. Nobody was there – they were all in class I presumed. I set my books down and put on a clean pair of robes. I did my Advanced Potions homework in front of the fire, watching the flames dance.

"Malfoy?" I heard a low voice call.

"Who's there?" I replied, concealing the fear that had gripped me. What if it was Voldemort? I frowned again at myself. Since when was I so afraid of the Dark Lord?

"Malfoy, you're back!" I rolled my eyes when Goyle plopped his fat ass on the couch opposite mine.

"How nice of you to notice," I sneered. He frowned at me but made himself comfortable. He propped himself against a pillow and pulled out a jelly doughnut from a box in front of him. I groaned inwardly. Watching Goyle – or Crabbe for that matter – eat was quite a repulsive sight. He took large bites and chewed with his mouth slightly open. I watched, horrified, as some of the doughnut fell from his mouth onto the carpet.

"Sho," he said through his snack, "a u feewing be'er?"

"Um…yes I suppose I am." His fat, sticky hand grabbed another doughnut from the box, a chocolate one this time. He chewed furiously, somehow managing to get the chocolate frosting smeared around his mouth. He looked like a two-year-old with an ice-cream.

"Excuse me," I said, "I'm going to go to the dormitory and get…my wand."

"Hokay," he said, still happily eating. I escaped to the dormitory, relieved to find myself alone. Then I saw it sitting on my bed. The diary. I opened the pages and splattered ink on it. The ink disappeared.

Hello Draco. How are you feeling?

Fine, no thanks to you.

Hmm, well I have to say I'm glad. Honestly. I didn't reply. Well, I hope you have a nice day at school, I must be off, you see. Goodbye.

I accidently knocked over my bottle of ink, dribbling some of it on my sleeve. I rolled one sleeve up and gasped.

The Dark Mark was on my arm.

Haha my best cliffie yet! Please review! I need suggestions, criticism (constructive of course…). Sorry it's not very long.