Chapter 5

The next couple days had gone by faster then Harry would have liked. His Initiation was the next evening, and Harry was a nervous wreck. . . Ha! Now that would be the understatement of the year for sure.

Harry sat on the edge of his four-poster bed. Classes for the day had just ended. Holding his head in his hands, he let out a loud sigh.

"What's the matter with you?" Startled, Harry looked up to see Ron looking at him. His face was full of worry for his friend but he could se the anger still in his eyes. 'Probably from how I yelled at him last night' Harry thought. He then smiled to himself. 'Suck it up princess'.

"Nothing at all, dear Ronnykins. Nothing at all. Why do you ask?" Ron pulled a face at the childish nickname but continued anyway, just glad for the fact that Harry was actually responding in a civilized manner.

"I dunno. For one, you look like shit. You know. . . the whole head in the hands thing?"

"Oh right, yea. I guess your right." He took a glance at the mirror o the wall for effect. "Sorry mate." Harry got up from his four-poster bed. He walked over to Ron and slapped him on the back. "Didn't mean to worry you, ill see you down in the hall." And with that Harry made hi was through the common room and through the portrait, waiting till he was outside to simulate a gagging reflex.

As he closed the door behind him, the fake smile that was plastered on his face, vanished. "There. Now hopefully he'll get the idea that I've been stressed out lately. Then he'll tell Hermione, and then those two will tell Dumble-dork, who'll tell the staff, and then all suspicions of Evil Harry will be gone." Harry laughed a cruel laugh.

"Perfect."

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Over in the Slytherin Common room, Draco was dealing with the stress of the Initiation much better then Harry. In fact, Draco was going around bragging to anyone who would listen, and everyone would, that tomorrow would be his Initiation. He would be a Deatheater. One of Lord Voldemort's faithful supporters.

"Faithful servant you mean!" Yelled a 7th year Slytherin, who happened to be near by when Draco was telling Millicent about his new soon to be Deatheater status.

"Ha! Servant? A Malfoy serves no one, not even the Dark Lord. We support him, we do not serve him. Support, Serve." He looked at the 7th year, "See the difference moron? Don't put down others when your parents couldn't even make it into Master's inner circle if they tried." The Slytherin turned a brilliant shade of red and walked away defeated.

Draco quickly became bored telling the same story over and over again, so he left the Common Room and ventured out into the Hallways of the Castle. It wasn't like anyone doubted he'd be a Deatheater in the first place. He was a Malfoy. Also known as a born Deatheater. Draco was a follower before he left the womb.

As Draco walked along the empty Corridors, he thought about what everyone would say if they knew Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, the boy who everyone thought was going to be the downfall of his Master, was betraying them all along. "Oh now that would be the day." Draco was then snapped out of his thoughts as he ran right into the chest of someone. He was about to apologize when he looked up. The traitor.

"What would be the day Mr. Malfoy?" Snape was smirking as usual, but with a hint of humour as he had found Draco talking to himself.

"Oh, nothing that you'd be interested in Professor. Anyway, I'd best be off to dinner. I'm quite famished." He patted his stomach to emphasis his hunger. "Goodbye Professor." And as Draco was about to turn the corner, he whispered to himself in disgust, "Traitor".

Draco walked into the Great Hall. It was full of laughter and chatter. "Must be late" he thought to himself, as he saw all the tables full with students. "Stupid Snape. Making me late for my supper". He made his way over to the Slytherin table. The food had not yet been set on the table. He looked up at the Teachers Table, and found that there were no teachers present. "Oh come on where is everyone?"

Draco was about to turn around and start complaining about the wait, when two jet black owls with white tips on the wings came swooping into the Great Hall. Everyone stopped their chatter to see who was receiving mail at such an odd time.

The owls stopped above the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables, and dropped a letter in front of Draco, and two in front of Harry. Everyone looked on, waiting for them to open their letters and see what they were about. Harry and Draco made eye contact both nodded in agreement that they would be opened later. . . away from the Great Hall. They had enough spot light on them right now as it was.

As soon as the owls swooped out of Hall, the doors flew open, and in piled the teachers, all looking quite flustered. They all made their way to the Head Table and when everyone was settled Dumbledore stood up.

"Terribly sorry about the wait, but the doors to the Great Hall seemed to be blocked." Dumbledore looked around and chuckled at all the hungry faces. "So, did we miss anything?" One of the Ravenclaw 1st years yelled out,

"Food Professor!"

"Ah, yes. Of course. You all look mighty hungry." And with a wave of his hands the tables filled with food.