Disclaimer: It's still true, Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.

Note: Voldemort is out of character. Remember, he's not strong anymore due to Harry and he's weak, in other words he doesn't have the strength to fight and be "badass".

Chapter Six

Draco's black cloak billowed behind him as he walked. What the hell do they want with me now? He knocked on the door three times before it being opened.

"You're late." his father, Lucius Malfoy, scowled.

"Only by five minutes, I was busy." he said, striding into the room.

"This is far more important than whatever crap you were doing." he glared.

"It wasn't crap!"

"Malfoy." a weak third voice called.

"Yes." both Malfoy's replied.

"Not you Lucius," he tried his best to snarl but failed in his attempt. "The other one, the young one. Come here." Lucius gave Draco a shove towards the direction of a desk, the desk that the third voice hadn't left for days, immobilized, as his chair was turned around to face the large window that displayed the dark skies. "Lucius, leave."

"Yes my lord." his bow going unnoticed to the eyes that looked in the other direction.

Once the door made a shutting sound "their master" continued.

"You could do great," he spoke, words slow and strained. With his words he used the little strength that remained. "You could be great... Draco... I see that. I see it in you..." he had to stop every so often in order to catch his breath. Whatever Harry Potter had done to him had left him decrepit. He was haggard, and broken down. "You have the ability to follow through with... with my glorious plans... and it is vital for me to say..."

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The door closed behind him and he took that moment to breathe. Once that was done, he ran. He wanted to get as far away from this hell ridden place. He wanted to get as far away as his legs could take him.

"I fear my time is coming to an end..."

The voice still rang in Draco's head. His weak haunting voice. Oh how he wished it would go away and that he never had to hear it again, in his head or otherwise.

"I am not as strong as I used to be... thanks to that bastard Potter..." he stopped to scoff, "I cannot walk, much the less hold a wand with... with the same vigor and potency I used to... My mind deteriorates with time... I will need someone to continue my..." he chose his words carefully, "Legacy... Question being, who?"

Finally he reached the doors that led him out of this wretched hell stricken place, and opened them with force.

"There is Lucius, my most loyal servant... He deserves this honor... killed dozens of muggles in my name... I take deep pleasure at the thought... the thought of the moment he finds out it's not him..."

Going down the steps two at a time.

"Then there's Bella, always faithful. But no. Not her."

His stomach lurched as he ran down the path.

"I have decided."

He slowed down as his breath shortened, lungs gasped for air and stomach squeezed.

"You."

He felt sick. And no amount of magic or medicine could help.

A/N: Finally we're getting somewhere! YAY! Ummm... I'm planning on the later chapters being exciting and fun to read because I'm not too happy with the earlier chappies so hopefully I can step it up. Let me know what you think and review my loves... even if it's just a word... XD