Chapter 7
Draco sat up in bed when he heard a tap at his door. Pulling himself out of bed he crept over to it. The room was pitch black as it was 7pm; opening the door he stared into the face of the knocker. The man in the door way was not someone he knew and he didn't work at the school either. Draco wiped the sleepy out of his eyes.
"Can I help you?" Draco asked in a gruff voice as the man lean down in his face.
"You were supposed to show the letter to someone; because you didn't, the plan has changed." The man's voice didn't sound real and Draco looked hard at his face until it hit him. The man in the door way was one of Twila's dolls. Draco took in what the toy was telling him before asking.
"What's the new plan?" Draco asked softly the doll moved its head in such away anyone could have figured out he wasn't human.
"Don't believe everything you read." With that he transformed from a big doll to a little doll. Draco looked around to see no one else was there. Picking up the doll, he walked into his room and closed the door behind him. He didn't like the sound of what it said, and he really didn't like the way it looked at him; throwing it in his hamper then using a spell to glue the lid shut. He climbed back into bed pulling the covers over his head as he tried to push all thoughts out of his head.
He couldn't get back to sleep that night he did nothing but toss and turn. The next day came and went with out a word form anyone. It was like that for 3 weeks, he still had encounters with Twila some sexual, some not, but no word about a new plan or his mother. It was early Sunday morning when Draco was called to the Headmaster's office.
It was so early no one else was up.
Now as Draco sat in a large chair in front of the headmaster he felt his stomach do a flip-flop. He knew in his heart, whatever he was about to be told was going to hurt in such away he would think he was dying. The headmaster gave Draco a weak smile before taking in a deep breath. The old man look as if this was the worst thing he had ever had to do.
"Mr. Malfoy I sorry to have called you so early in the morning, but I thought it would be best you heard this form me and not something else." He spoke slowly to Draco making the boy feel his skin shiver. "Do you know why I have woken you?" Draco felt his heart sink.
"It's about my mother isn't it?" Draco said in a shaky voice the old man nodded his head 'yes.' "Is…Is she dead?" Draco asked what he feared most.
"Yes, I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy." Was all the headmaster said as Draco sat there letting the horrifying truth of it all sink in. There was a lot of ways Draco could react to the news, but he didn't move he didn't even blink. Everything just went blank like dead air and it remained that way for hours. He just sat there staring blankly into spaces as if someone had just switched him off.