Disclaimer: More of an expanded Omake then a fic.

Genocide

It was the middle of the first week and everyone had gathered in the Great Hall for their afternoon mean. When suddenly, Draco let out a heart rendering scream.

"Draco, what's wrong?" Pansy asked. "Are you alright?"

"Pansy?" He croaked, "you're alive."

"Of course I am Draco."

"What about Granger and Weasley?" Draco demanded. "Lovegood, Longbottom, the others?"

"They're all fine too," Pansy said oddly. "Unfortunately."

"Thank god," Draco said in relief.

"What's going on Draco?"

"Things were desperate," Draco said in a hollow voice. "We were being hunted like animals. Magic . . . magic was dieing and it was all our fault."

"What happened?" Daphne demanded. She wasn't sure she believed the idiot, but it couldn't hurt to keep up appearance.

"The Dark Lord returned and fulfilled his every promise," Draco said with a nostalgic smile. "We had them on the run, every day more and more of them fell."

"And he turned on us?" Tracy guessed.

"No . . . no, we made a terrible mistake." Draco said with a shiver. "We cornered what was left of the Order in an old house and gave them five seconds to surrender . . . they refused."

"So?"

"So we set the place on fire," Draco continued. "The Dark Lord even cast a charm that would keep the flames cool and the air good so as to draw things out. They screamed for hours before they finally succumbed to their wounds."

"Sounds glorious."

"It was," Draco agreed. "We found Granger and the Weasel in the basement, they'd been killed when the house collapsed and their faces were twisted into expressions of horror. It was a miracle that they were sill recognizable and the Dark Lord saw his chance to break the sole survivor."

"What happened?"

"He took their heads and sent them to Potter," Draco said with a smile. "We weren't sure why he wasn't with the others, but it didn't matter. We figured that it would only increase the fun and we laughed when we pictured him reading our note that questioned his courage for abandoning his friends to die."

"Potter didn't break?"

"He did," Draco said with a look of fear. "He dropped the veneer of civilization that he had shown the world and we learned what he was truly capable of. Women, children, the elderly, even neutrals were all hunted. Potter didn't seem to care, it was like everything he cared about was gone leaving nothing he wished to save."

"Surely one man . . ."

"He was no man," Draco snapped. "He was a demon, a Dark Lord above all others. He . . . he used to take his victims to the burnt patch of ground where his friends died when he tired of them. There he would impale them." Draco paused to take a calming breath. "There he would impale them to keep their comrades company. We put up charms to prolong the suffering of his friends and he returned the favor one hundred fold. They'd be there for months, years in some cases before they were allowed to die."

"This can't be true."

"If only it weren't," Draco said wistfully. "In the end, there were four of us left. We knew it was only a matter of time before Potter came for us and we had originally planned to beat him to the punch. To kill ourselves to deny him the satisfaction of doing it himself, but plans change."

"You came back."

"It was pure luck we found the spell," Draco said. "The lives and magic of the others providing just enough power to send me back. We . . . we drew lots to see who would do it and I came up short."

"What do you mean came up short?"

"They were the lucky ones," Draco said with a dreamy smile, "they've escaped him. I had to come back here to face him again . . . to try to prevent him from ever deciding to get his revenge."

Draco refused to elaborate on his statements and that night he snuck out of the castle to enact the first part of his plan.

From Hogsmead, he took a public floo to Diagon and managed to rush into Gringotts moments before the bank closed its doors for the night.

"What do you want Hu-mon?" The goblin demanded.

"I need to speak with Ragnok," Draco sneered. "Hurry up about it you stinking goblin."

"No one speaks with Ragnok without an appointment."

"Unless you get me a meeting with him right now, then I am going to withdraw the entire Malfoy fortune. Then the Greengrass fortune is going to be withdrawn, followed by . . . well, several others. Don't forget your place scum, you only have what power we choose to give you."

"I shall speak to my superiors," the goblin said sourly.

"You do that," Draco said smugly. After an hour of waiting while the goblins decided how to respond and another three to show that their time was much too important to waste on a smelly human, Draco finally had his meeting.

"What did you want human?" Ragnok barked.

"You need to prevent the Dark Lord from taking absolute power," Draco replied. "Above all you need to keep Potter's friends alive."

"Why should I do that?" Ragnok sneered.

"Because if you don't, then Potter will end your people."

"Is that a threat?"

"No, it's a prophecy you simpering moron."

"I'm suppose to believe this?"

Draco smiled cruelly and barked a short phrase in Gobbledegook. "You had me memorize that, I've got no idea what it means."

"Tell me more," the suddenly sick looking goblin demanded.

"What's in it for me?"

"I'll protect Potter," Ragnok spat. "Now tell me more."

"You'll protect Potter because it's what's best for you," Draco laughed. "Now, what's in it for me?"

AN: First part was posted as an omake.

Mini Omake:

"Malfoy," Harry said flatly.

"P . . . P . . . P . . . Potter," Draco said quickly. "I . . . I've got to be going."