Onwards with anouther chapter. Please R&R. Thank you to those who have.
Draco slowly opened his eyes. His blurry vision adjusted to see the top of his four poster bed. Loud snoring came from Blaise, who sleeping in the bed left of Draco. Draco placed his feet on the green carpet and pushed himself out of the bed.
He scratched his head as he left the room and down the stairs to the common room. He sat in a cosy green beanbag. The fire was crackling away in front of him. He grabbed The Daily Prophet from the table next to him. He unfolded it and read the headline on the front.
Malfoy Mansion Burns. No Survivors.
Draco gasped as he double checked if he read right. Then he triple checked it. Tears formed in his eyes. A creaking noise came from behind him. He ignored it. It got louder. He gave a sigh as he turned his head to see what was making the noise. It was his Parents, hanging by rope around their necks. They were dead.
Hermione held the paper up, showing Harry and Ron. They were the only ones in the Gryffindor common room. "What do you think?" She said. Ron looked at the paper. He was stunned. "I thought the Malfoy Mansion was protected by You-Know-Who." He said rubbing his eyes. Hermione looked at Harry. "What do you think Harry?" Harry looked at her and looked away. "Err…its….fine I guess."
Hermione frowned. "What's wrong?" She asked. "I thought you would be happy."
Harry got up. "I've got to see someone." Ron shot him a look. "Who would possible want to see you at this time?" Harry shot him a look back. "That's none of your business, Ron." He left the two alone after that.
Harry opened the spare classroom door. He looked inside then stepped in and shut the door. A desk was in the shadows. A voice came from the desk.
"Im proud of you for eliminating the Malfoy parents." The cool voice said.
Harry nodded. "Im proud to be working for a wonderful master."
The voice gave a laugh.
Harry asked the next question carefully. "Who do I kill next?"
The voice stopped laughing. "Ill handle the next one."
Harry frowned. "Well can I know the name, master?"
The voice gave another short laugh. "His name is Harry Potter."
Harry didn't believe what he was hearing. "But that's me."
The voice continued laughing. "I know. Your next."