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Shots in the Dark	By : squirrelchaser Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1772 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It
made the wearer invisible, but it didn�t too much against the late November
wind which chilled him to the bone. Draco was also worried that he was going to
throw up. It would be a completely characteristic thing for him to do right
now. Maybe if he leaned out and a little to the left as he lifted the hood,
he�d hit the pointed toed shoes of the person standing before him. On the other
hand, it�d blow his cover.

Potter�s
invisibility cloak fluttered in the breeze and he clutched it about him a
little tighter, crouching, hiding, just outside a circle of death, wondering
why he ever thought he could keep his promise.

Voldemort
stood in the center of his Death Eaters, red eyes lifted to the stars, thin
lips split into a gruesome smile. He seemed smaller than Draco remembered, not
thinner, not shorter, but as if there were less of him. He seemed more
vulnerable, the skin seemed less white, the eyes were less red, and the long,
spindly hands seemed bonier and more fragile.

�There
is blood on the wind,� he whispered slit-nostrils dilating. �A child�s blood��

Feeling
his insides heave Draco scanned the circle for the heavy, ugly shoes worn by
Greyback. The high, thin laugh made the hair on the back of his neck stand up
as Voldemort said,

�He
was of age when he died, but he was still a child in comparison to what he
could have done. Yes, death stoppered him. He could have been great.� The thin
lips parted even further, in a leer. �Harry Potter could have been mighty, but
he was fallen by the simplest of creatures.�

The
red eyes left the heavens and scanned the circle. �Bella�She is not here,� he
said simply, lazily, as if he enjoyed hearing himself speak. �She was taken,
but she shall be freed from Azkaban, as will many others. Unlike many of my
useless, cowardly followers, she shall be rewarded, greatly, while what remain
of her kin,� he smiled, looking at the blank spot where the Malfoys would have
occupied. �Shall pay dearly when I find them.�

�And
now,� Voldemort continued. �We have nothing to stop us, now. Mulciber,� his
gaze fell on a tall, robed Death Eater who bowed deeply. �Choose your group and
do what you do best,� he smiled and waved them off.

�Nott�ah,
but I forgot, one must have grey matter to carry out a significant curse.
Still, you should do very well against, say, the Muggles in London?�

The
Death Eater bowed.

�Take
Goyle�Dolohov, you�d best look after them,� Voldemort smiled as he watched them
go, with the pride of a mother watching her children skip off to school.

Slowly
the field emptied.

�My
Lord,�

With
disgust, Draco watched the last man left, a short, shuffling figure, file
forward and fall at Voldemort�s feet to kiss the hem of his robe.

�Ah,
my most faithful,�

Draco
heard only mocking and distain in Voldemort�s voice but the other did not.

�Yes
my Lord, I remain your most faithful servant. What would you have me do, my
Lord?�

Voldemort
did not answer immediately. He leaned his head back, inhaling deeply, smelling
the air. �Do you smell something, Wormtail? Isn�t that the scent of� betrayal?
We are not alone.�

Inside
his robe, Draco�s fingers curled around his wand and suddenly he felt worried.
The horcruxes are gone; Voldemort was mortal now, he had to be. Potter had said
so. McGonagall had said so. How did he know Draco was there?

�It
is a boy, perhaps not as quite soft and innocent as when he was born, but he is
most certainly not seasoned,� Voldemort continued, revolving slowly on the
spot. �Perhaps he was waiting to beg for mercy, for the sake of his father.
Foolish, really. Perhaps he was looking for mercy for himself.� The red eyes
narrowed. �Come now Draco, I know you�re there. If you show yourself, I may be
merciful.�

�Where
would he be hiding, my lord?�

Voldemort
did not answer, and Draco barely had time to spring up as a jet of red light from
the end of Voldemort�s wand hit the bush that he crouched behind, bursting it
into flame.

�Yes,
I thought so,� the high, thin voice hissed like a snake.

Draco
reached for the clasp at his throat and let the cloak fall to the ground,
squaring his shoulders, wand clutched in his right hand.

�Invisibility
and spying,� Voldemort said, lips curving slightly. �Poorly done, Draco, poorly
done.�

Less
than half a year ago Draco would have taken the insult to his work in stride;
it had been what he was used to, after all. But things were different now.

Fear
was nothing but a dull ebb at the base of his skull as he stood facing
Voldemort, once his lord and master, now his mortal enemy. Draco had grown
since last summer making him slightly taller and broader than Voldemort, a fact
which he noted with satisfaction. Under his robes, the locket Harry had given
him was warm against his skin, a reminder of what and who he fought for.

�Your
second is Wormtail?� Draco said, raising his wand.

Voldemort
seemed genuinely amused. �Foolish boy,� he said dismissively. �You cannot kill
me. No one can, now. Did you not hear the prophecy?�

�Try
me,� Draco said. �I�m not afraid of you, or anyone.� His worst fear had already
come true.

Wand
held loosely in the crook of one thumb, Voldemort applauded mockingly.
�Admirable, truly admirable. For a Malfoy, at least.�

Draco
stood, wand pointing at Voldemort�s chest, waiting.

�Were
you hoping you were different than you cowering, foolish father Draco? Or
maybe, like your mother, love would save you?� Without warning, Voldemort had
raised his wand and said in his high, cold voice, �Crucio!�

The
Crutacius Curse was not unfamiliar to Draco; Lucius had used it on him last
spring before his capture.

�I
have nothing left to fear Draco, so really, it is useless to try and kill me,�
Voldemort said calmly, truly amused as he lifted his curse and Draco lay in the
grass, panting, sweating, wand held loosely between his fingers.

�No,�
Voldmore said lazily as Wormtail made a motion to take Draco�s wand. �There is
no need.�

�Three
of my horcruxes, the diary, Nagini, and Harry Potter are gone. But four still
remain. Really Draco, even if you had the rest of your life you would be unable
to find them. Crucio! Oh,� Voldemort
gave a humorless laugh which rang high over Draco�s scream. �Didn�t you know?
Didn�t Lucius tell you about my horcruxes? No. He was too short sighted with
that diary, and now he and his son shall pay. This is retribution for his
mistakes Draco,� Voldemort lifted the curse. �We haven�t even started on
yours.�

Draco
groaned, rolled over in the grass, and retched dryly.

Wormtail
and Voldemort laughed.

�So
simple. So breakable and weak,� Voldemort strode forward to stand over Draco,
bending over to stroke his cheek with one long finger. �Choices! Let�s see, we
have the Imperious Curse; how would you like to spy on the Order of the Phoenix?� He laughed again. �No, no, what a waste
of a curse. They do not trouble me. Let�s see. Perhaps you could rip out little
children�s soft and tender throats, with Fenir?�

On
the ground, Draco gave a strangled cry, every limb feeling weak and limp.

�Yes,
I think you would enjoy that very much. Perhaps if you did well at that, we
would see what Lucius thought of your talents.�

The
white, leering face was so close to Draco that he could see the arteries
feeding into the iris around the slits in the eyes, feel the breath of the
other tickling the hair on his forehead.

�Or
maybe, we could give you a shovel and we could bring Harry Potter back to the
light of day? Wouldn�t he make a fantastic inferi? After that, we always have
Narcissa, of course.� Voldemort smiled. �Would you like that, Draco? Don�t you
think your mother would be a pretty inferi?�

Suddenly
Draco had the presence of mind to lash out, fight back in the way Voldemort
least expected it. Raising one leg he kicked viciously, foot hitting the other
in the knee. Draco heard a bone give a mighty, sickening crack as the limb bent
unnaturally, and Voldemort fell to the ground screaming and cursing.

�Expelliarmus!� Draco cried, and Voldemort�s wand went
sailing, hitting the ground and bouncing on the grass fifty feet away.

�Kill
him!� Voldemort screamed at Wormtail, but Wormtail was already scurrying after
the fallen wand. �Kill the boy, you-� his words were cut off when Draco stood
over him, one foot pressing into his soft throat.

�Petrificus Totalus!� Draco yelled, and Wormtail fell stiffly one
arm out stretched scant inches from Voldemort�s wand. Draco leaned downward
over his foe.

Voldemort
sneered with doubt, but his expression was diluted by pain and fear. �You
couldn�t kill Albus Dumbledore; how do you think you could inflict so much as a
nosebleed on me?�

�Your
horcruxes are gone,� he said in a soft, calm voice. �Potter destroyed them. You
are less than a seventh of a person now, and more vulnerable than a baby.� For
a moment it looked as if the other did not believe him, and Draco pushed his
foot down a little harder as Voldemort swore and spat, long white hands clawing
at his ankle. �Completely mortal; hard, isn�t it?� Draco sneered.

As
he gasped for breath, Voldemort�s pupils were constricted with fear. �I am the
most powerful wizard alive, Draco. I could give you anything you ask for: fame,
power, riches.�

�No
thanks,� Draco said with disgust. �I had everything I ever wanted, but you took
it away.� He raised his wand arm.

�Avada Kedavera!�

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