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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45316 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Yay, yay, update today! ^___^ First, I’m glad eople are liking the new Heir-ish Harry. I was afraid that he’d come off as kind of full of himself… I’m trying here. ^^;;; And many thanks for the peeps that took the time to check out my drawings. I’m short on time so I’ll do a quick question thing and then to the story and Draco! It feels a little rough still but eh, I think it’s passable for now.
Cyn: Sorry, but we can’t kill Loxton. >_> Yet.
The_Great_Kaitsu: I’m so sorry to hear that, hun. I hope things work out for you. Sometimes people are so busy thinking about what’s ahead they miss what’s in front of them. ~huggles~
Answers: Yeah, the Harry/Draco chapters were my fav too. It took me a while to get in the mood to write the chapters when they were apart—bad me. >_<;; I’m too lazy right now to write it out but the major gist of what the Soul Vigil does is in the chapter 34 when Hermione is talking about the book, well actually I didn’t even explain it fully then. I should do that but it’ll probably be later when the other Candidates show up.
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Kitkat: ~snuggles for sweetness~ >^__^<
Theta: Yeah, I’m not a big fan of parents trying to kill their kids… kinda too evil.
Triola: Don’t worry, more Neville to come.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
CH41
Gods, he had lost him. One stupid mistake and he had lost him and he didn’t know how to get him back. The fucking floo was sealed, Dumbledore wouldn’t let him out of the castle for fear of Voldemort coming after him, and White Towers was so well guarded that, even if he did know where it was geographically speaking, he’d never be able to get through the magic protecting it. People were going to die. As each hour passed, Draco added one more to the list of would be dead. He was already up to eight but he had the sinking feeling the number would be rising.
All denial aside, he knew Potter wasn’t necessarily the Heir. It wasn’t uncommon for some of the Furiae’s descendents to have the eyes without being his Heir. But the Council? The impossible ache that had started the second they were parted? The fact that White Towers had blocked the Scion Dragon blood signature? Potter’s uncommon clinginess? The fancy jewelry with high level spells? Denial still locked away, it was too much of a fucking coincidence! Damn it! Damn it all to hell! Fine, he didn’t care. He cared but not because of that. He cared because Potter had trusted him… damn, he trusted him.
He grabbed the collar still secured on his neck and traced his fingers over it for any structural weakness. “Anything?”
George shook his head no, tossing another book on the floor. “I can’t find a sufficient solvent without knowing the material it’s made of. Whatever the bastard used, I can’t identify it with the tools here. Snape just doesn’t have the resources.” He started paging through another book but Draco stopped him.
“Forget it. I’m just going to have to do it the hard way. You have too much work to worry about right now.”
“We’ve been over this already. I’m going to help.” George said with a frown.
“You are helping. You just can’t help with this.” He covered George’s mouth with his hand to stop the insistent flow of words. “You are not capable of helping me remove this collar. What you can help me with, is getting me a way out of this room without being seen. I’ve been cooped up for way too long and I need to go for a walk before I lose it.”
George pulled away, indecision clear on his face. “It’s dangerous. This room was warded especially to keep your powers from leaking out and entrancing the students…”
Draco was not impressed. “Who are you, and what have you done with my Evil Weasel?”
George blushed sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “Don’t get me wrong; the Ministry has been sending random people down here ever since they heard Harry was supposed to show. I know you want to be here, and Dumbledore was quite clear on what could happen if the Ministry gets their hands on you. Let’s face it; if Fudge gets a chance to get you into his custody, it will only take an hour for Voldemort to somehow get his icky paws on you again. Some kids around here have nasty parents, Malfoy—”
“George Weasley! You will help me get some fresh air or I will show you what the kids of nasty parents do to prankster Gryffindors! You’re not supposed to follow rules or care about questionable safety when faced with impending insanity. What the hell has gotten into you?!”
“I—uh, I-I… shit.” George’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “I don’t want you getting hurt, okay? Something happened these last few weeks and there are rumors that Moldy wants you dead. Not married, not bonded, dead, Malfoy. Your magic has been fluctuating like mad and, although they won’t be able to tell what it is, people are going to notice if you walk out that door.”
Draco gave him a hard look, calculating what it would take to get George off his empathetic high horse. He understood where his friend was coming from—hell, he appreciated that George had his back like that. It still didn’t mean he was going to be cramped in another building for months on end because people were worried Voldemort was going to get him. Voldemort had been chasing Harry for years and barely got near him more than once a year. …Harry.
Damn it.
“Get me outside and I’ll tell you the story behind the snitch.”
George froze, eyes widening. He licked his lips while he considered his options. If he had one weakness it was his curiosity and, by Draco’s gleaming eyes, he could tell the Slytherin knew as well.
*******
Night had fallen complete, the beginnings of a chill on the soft breeze. Draco sighed, looking out on the lake where the Giant Squid could be seen drifting in the moonlight reflected on the glassy, dark surface. Looking back, it was kind of silly now. It had just meant so much to him. After all that had happened over the years… No. It still meant the same; that’s why it was so hard to tell anyone. He didn’t like to face that strange feeling that kept twisting in his chest. It had faded years ago; he had thought it was gone, but this month it had flared to full power again and he didn’t want to think why.
“Uh… where was I?” Draco asked, slowly pulling his eyes away from the sky and the bright orb that was slowly rising on the horizon.
“First year, something about a train.” Fred supplied with a patient air. George was not quite as patient but was kept in check by the knowledge that if he opened his mouth it would only slow Draco down further.
“Right, my first day going to Hogwarts.” Draco nodded, remembering it clearly. He scooted further back on the low wall that kept people from falling from the castle, pointedly looking anywhere but at the twins. It made it easier if he pretended he was alone, just reminiscing aloud. “It was as amazing as I had thought it would be. I was so excited, and nervous, and everything was going to be different. I was scared a bit, being away from home for the first time. I hadn’t really wanted to go, but my parents said it would help me be strong if I started doing things on my own… ‘Course, I couldn’t understand why I needed to be strong.” He frowned, swinging his feet lightly.
“I wanted to go to school with the kids I had went with at Quirkins, the wizarding preparatory school, but my parents said it was better if I didn’t get close to anyone. It was okay to pretend to have friends, but I wasn’t supposed to make true friends. It was important to my parents, so I did what I thought would make them happy. I wasn’t supposed to care about people but, well, I think I failed them there. I learned how—well, not learned, exactly. Being a bastard came rather naturally to me.” He smiled smugly but it never reached his eyes. George opened his mouth to say something snarky but Fred elbowed him quiet.
“But in the beginning it was kind of hard. I’m the one that found Longbottom’s toad and secreted it to Hagrid… it made it easier to laugh at him. I was especially hard on him because we used to play together back in Quirkins. Vince and Greg weren’t that bad; their parents ordered them to be nice to me. I thought it was funny but now it seems kind of sad.” He sighed. Vince and Greg had probably been ordered to report to their parents if they saw him again. They may even try to hurt him. He honestly didn’t know if they would or not and that bothered him. So many years they had grown together and he didn’t even know if they actually cared about him.
“Uh, anyways, we were sitting around and talking about Hogwarts when I heard it. This quiet murmur across the compartment I was in. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was there. He saved my life back then. He freed my family from Voldemort’s clutches with only a little scar to show for it.” Now he knew different. Now he knew the scars that Potter never showed that had resulted from that one night. But back then Potter hadn’t suffered in his eyes.
“I couldn’t outright thank him. My father was a known Death Eater so I couldn’t go up and say thanks for killing Voldemort; thanks for saving me from a lifetime of pain and misery. Don’t laugh, but he was my hero back then. I read all the books about him, learned all about his family and their friends. And in the back of my mind I always knew that if he was still alive out there, and we met, we’d be friends.”
He laughed, soft and heartfelt. “But Potter didn’t want to be friends. He hooked up with that pain in the ass brother of yours and decided that I was trash. Me, the only heir to the Malfoy line, the fucking prince of the Scion Dragon Clan! He never gave me a chance to be me, just assumed that I was the way I acted. I can’t explain why, I was fucking eleven, but he was supposed to know better. He was supposed to understand.” Draco ran a hand through his hair, mussing the silvery locks. “Never really forgave him for it. We were supposed to be friends, if he knew it or not. Stubborn prat.”
“Sooo… revenge was all I had left.” He shrugged, as if it was the obvious course of action. “I couldn’t hate him, not really, but I could fuck up his life a bit, let him see what it was like to have people hate you because of circumstance. I showed him what it was like to be me and he overcame it with a smile… I couldn’t understand that…” He bit his lip, waving the thought aside with his hands. “And then there was Quidditch. Oh, I played it up for all I was worth—his name got him the position, nothing more— but he could still fly like a bloody phoenix, smiling the whole time. So I came up with a plan, a goal I guess you’d say. I wanted to be able to smile like that, be strong like that. But, it’s not something you can train or study for. It’s something else, something inside that no spell can give or take away. That’s all I knew.”
He studied his hands, lost in his memories for a long moment. He had been so sad back then. Always feeling weak and alone no matter how many people were there and how superior his power was to theirs. Somehow, Potter had been strong. That fire in his eyes only grew with each new obstacle. He had wanted to be like that… and he had wanted to be close to that.
He had wanted him.
Damn.
His voice rose as he finally voiced something that he had kept locked away for years, growing and strengthening even when he had refused to acknowledge it. “When I saw that snitch fall from his mouth, a glittering piece of him that he had let free, I knew. All the pain didn’t crush him, because he transformed it. Every curse became a laugh, every rude comment a victory he won, every obstacle a new friend. I didn’t know how he did it, but I knew that, if I tried, maybe someday I could do it too.” He smiled brightly. “It was worth trying. So, after the game, I owled father asking him to send me a snitch so I could start practicing for next year. He did, making me promise that it wouldn’t interrupt my studies. It was easy enough to switch the snitches; it’s not like they bothered to guard the game balls. I’ve had it since. When I look at it, it reminds me of what I wanted from life. And, each time I catch it, it reminds me that no matter how difficult that goal is, it’s attainable.”
He had a new goal today, beyond what his parents had wanted for him and his past desire to be strong enough to go on. He needed to get this collar off and get to Harry before the Council killed him. He knew he wasn’t powerful enough to protect him, but hell, he would give it his all. He was still a powerful wizard and he’d have his Veela powers to help him. All he needed was to lose the collar and then he’d be able to break into White Towers and find him. He could stock up on some of the twins more dangerous experiments to toss around and cause chaos while he dragged Potter free…
Lost in his thoughts, it took him a moment to realize he was still the center of attention. “Uh… that’s it. Sorry it’s not that interesting, but that’s the story.” He sighed and stretched his legs out. “Hell, I think I forgot what fresh air smelled like. It’s like a layer of dust is clinging to my nose. So… how’s it going with destroying all the young minds? Have they revolted yet?”
The twins exchanged meaningful looks, ruffling their hair as they internally debated how to approach this. Draco’s earlier behavior didn’t seem so out of place after this story. “Draco, you can’t ignore this.” Fred said softly, sitting to Draco’s left, George taking his other side and bumping their shoulders lightly against the Slytherin’s.
“Ignore what?” The lake really was a shimmer of darkness, a perfect mirror of the night. Part of him wanted to go out there, stretch his wings, and skim across the surface. If only his wings would stretch. He had been sealed too long… any amount of time was too long.
“Draco—”
“Mr. Malfoy, I have been looking for you.”
Draco turned to find Dumbledore standing, a dark shadow against the light from the castle. Hell, caught after only a half hour. He glared at the twins. “Some lookouts you turned out to be.” He grumbled, standing and facing the Headmaster. “How can I help you, sir?”
Dumbledore smiled benignly. “We have some things to discuss, Draco. I’m sorry to cut your outing short, but I’d like to see to this before the others get back from their trip. Perhaps my office would be a more suitable place for this conversation…” He gave the twins a pointed look. “I realize you are still teenagers, but you should try to take into consideration how much energy it takes to teach Potions. You should be resting for tomorrow.”
Fred smiled sheepishly. “We were planning on dumping them with another essay during class. Keeps them from blowing things up.”
“And how were you planning to find the time to grade all these essays? How many teachers do you know have elaborate social lives? I suggest you get to bed now, the both of you. I’ll be Draco’s escort for the rest of the evening.”
“Yeah, fine.” George sighed, pulling his brother to his feet. “How’s old Snape looking? I can’t wait to have him swooping back and dealing with those little firsties. I never knew Filch’s beef until I had to pick gum off of my chair and desk.”
“Don’t forget your hair.” Fred chimed in helpfully.
“Yeah… that.” He stuck his tongue out at Fred, pinching his arm.
“I afraid we have yet to find Severus’ illness. St. Mungo’s has found it to be a lost cause unfortunately. They just have too many more pertinent cases at the moment.”
Draco froze, eyes wide in surprise. “You said it wasn’t fatal…”
“So, what? They’re just giving up on him?” George growled, placing a calming hand on Draco’s shoulder.
Dumbledore shook his head, a light going out in his eyes. “We cannot find the specific spell used to cast him asleep. We believe it to be ancient, something Voldemort had stumbled across, but that is all. For security reasons, St. Mungo’s has agreed to leave Severus in Poppy’s capable hands. Believe me, Draco; no one here has given up on your godfather. If it is possible, we will find a cure.”
He knew that Dumbledore meant it, but it didn’t do much to raise his spirits. As powerful as the Headmaster was, Voldemort always seemed to be one step ahead of them, attacking before they even knew they were vulnerable. “Uh… I’ll see you guys later.” He gave a nod at his two friends and shuffled after Dumbledore, back into the castle and the Headmaster’s cluttered office.
Sitting in the offered seat, Draco tapped his feet unconsciously on the floor, staring blindly at the portraits on the wall. “Is he dead? Or is this about the Domin?”
Dumbledore smiled, sitting behind his desk and conjuring up some tea. “To the best of my knowledge, Harry is still alive and well. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but the Council has thrown a party at White Towers to welcome the new Heir. I don’t believe they would attack him at such a public affair. To be certain, I will be asking the two students privileged enough to attend, how things went. I’m honestly surprised you weren’t sent an invitation.”
“Yeah, well, the Council hasn’t been fans of my Clan for a while now. That isn’t why you asked me here though.” Draco sighed, sitting up in his seat and fixing his gaze on the Headmaster. “Let’s here it already.” It was just Potter’s luck to get stuck at another party while Draco hadn’t gotten to go to either. The git didn’t even like parties. Lucky bastard.
“Straight and to the point, just like your father.” Dumbledore smiled, handing Draco a cup of tea. “I was hoping you could give me a name… a very particular name.”
Draco nodded, sipping his tea and waiting for Dumbledore to get to the bloody point. He knew enough about negotiations to not supply information just because the silence grew uncomfortable. Hell, he had probably just mentioned his father to try to throw him off balance. So, who were the students that had gone to White Towers tonight? Possibly Longbottom, his family was just on the brink of the inner circle of Clans. The Diggory family would be there, short a son at the table; a tragedy that the Council could have avoided. Heh, Pansy would be wailing about the unfairness of it all; there was no way she had the blood for it. It was probably Davis; she was on the border of the circle too. Definitely Zambini, the little prat had sent him a fully detailed note about his exritus that summer. Fae Wizards of any age and bloodline would have been readily welcomed… not that Zambini didn’t have the lineage…
“I’m not sure if you remember, I was told you were asleep, but over two weeks ago a man was seen being transported away from Grimmauld Place by a house elf. It was the night Harry arrived at Grimmauld Place. Do you know what I’m referring to?”
Sighing, Draco rolled his eyes. “It was Walden Macnair. Kreacher drugged me and let him in through the floo.” He shrugged lightly. “I thought I was as good as dead, but I caught a lucky break and was able to kill him. Potter showed up minutes later, delirious in pain, and called for Dobby to help. I passed out around that time… it had been a bad night after all.” He had no problem with lying about it. Potter had enough problems without the Ministry getting the perfect excuse to throw the boy in Azkaban.
Dumbledore pursed his lips, taking a long gulp of his tea. “I can assume this was in self defense?”
Draco held back his sarcastic snort. He had woken up in such a manner that he would have to visit Gringotts just to see if his marriage contract was still intact. Hell, there was that disgusting feeling again. Where was Potter when he needed him? “He was going to kill me, among other, far more revolting, things. I did what I had to do to keep that from happening.” He said simply.
“By breaking his neck?”
Draco narrowed his eyes. Crafty old codger already had the body. “All I recall is biting his face and then breaking his leg apart. If there was any neck damage it was from when I pushed him after. He hit the wall pretty hard.”
Dumbledore smiled gently, but Draco wasn’t fooled in the slightest. “I’ve had a long conversation with Dobby about this. He won’t speak of it, you know how house elves can be, but it was obvious he is protecting Harry. Would you know why?”
“Couldn’t tell you. Dobby and I aren’t big on talking to each other.” He crossed his legs at the ankles and considered a sensible answer. “Potter did show up after the fact. Maybe the elf got confused and thought Potter had done it. Hell, given Potter’s state, he might think he had done it as well. We didn’t really talk about it; kinda a touchy subject with both of us.”
Dumbledore nodded understandingly. Draco couldn’t tell if the man had bought it, but he did know the excuse was feasible enough that, if the Headmaster asked any more questions, it would seem like he didn’t trust him. Dumbledore didn’t play that way. “I think for everyone’s sake, we will keep this quiet. I realize it’s a crime to conceal what is obviously a case of self defense, but given the situation I can’t allow the Ministry to know of this…”
Ha, if the Order could hear Dumbledore now, protecting Draco Malfoy, would be mate to Voldemort, from due process. Potter would be rolling on the floor. “Was there anything else, sir?”
“Hmm… are you up to going over our previous conversation? I realize it’s been a long day.”
“It’s fine. I can’t sleep anyways.” He ignored Dumbledore’s knowing look. Potter was in nasty hands and he wouldn’t feel well until he got him back safe and sound.
“Do you have a way to gain control over the Domin?”
Draco sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know.”
Sitting forward in his chair, Dumbledore carefully regard Draco with a serious expression. “I am not unaware of who you are, Draco. I think, if I were to see Harry in person and sense his power, it would all but prove my suspicions right. The Domin will listen to you.”
Draco growled in exasperation, his stomach doing a small somersault as his mind focused on Harry being his Heir for a brief moment. “Do you think it’s that easy? You get some fancy title and people just start obeying?” If only it were that easy, than Voldemort wouldn’t be bothering them! “The Domin are scared. They need as much help as we do right now concerning Voldemort. I don’t know what he learned from Consdale, but he has some sort of hold on them, blackmail or whatnot from what George told me. They won’t stand against me, but they sure as hell won’t help me. Especially since I’m not even officially Soul Vigil.”
Dumbledore pondered this new bit of knowledge, the gears almost visibly moving behind his grave gaze. “…What if I were to ask the same question of Harry?”
Oh, hell. This was getting weird. Draco bit his lip and considered the question and what he was willing to admit. For all he knew, Dumbledore was just grasping at straws—he wouldn’t put it past the man—but something told him the Headmaster knew what he was talking about with this. Jumping to his feet, he started pacing, his hands flexing in and out of fists. “Listen, I’m not saying yes or no on what Harry is. I honestly don’t know. I never asked him, and yes, this Council thing looks bad, but it may not be that bad.” He stopped, letting out a deep breath. He needed to calm down.
“Right, so, whoever he is, the Domin may not follow a new born when Voldemort is on the other side with whatever he has on them. At this stage we can’t make a drastic move on them. The Domin are beings with a high sense of loyalty and duty. Yes, it’s possible they may follow me, or the Heir, but if they refuse now we could lose them forever. You can’t force a decision on them when the stakes are so high for everyone. It’s best to let the Heir grow in power and prove himself in their eyes. They need some verification that they can be protected if they follow him and, at this stage, no one has it.”
“This is very troubling.” Dumbledore sighed softly, his age showing as he sat back and sipped his tea and thinking. “What if I were to contact them, as a way to open negotiations?”
Something flared in his chest, and Draco carefully made his way back to the chair and placed his hands on his knees to stop their sudden shaking. He had felt these strange feelings before, starting right after his exritus. Strange, phantom emotions that didn’t come from him, would hit him at odd times. He had assumed they were only a temporary side effect, since they had left around the time of the whole Macnair ordeal, but they seemed to have kicked up for just a moment, although very weak compared to before. He wasn’t sure why the thoughts came, but he hoped Harry was taking care of himself.
Steadying his thoughts he turned back to Dumbledore’s question. “You cannot contact the Domin. Even if you had the ability, you don’t have the standings to back up your claim.”
“Certainly being Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot must have some standing…”
Draco smiled grimly. “Maybe with the Wizard Community. You don’t have the authority to represent the whole world. The people love you, true, but the Domin don’t care about the people. They care only for balance… or so they should. But I imagine they only care because the Heir cares, since they are dealing with Voldemort. If you had sway with the Council of Wizards or, even better, the Heralds of Fae, they may talk with you, but otherwise, I don’t see it happening… And, if you did happen upon a way to get into negotiations with the Domin, I would probably stop you.” He added with a thoughtful frown. “Outsiders have no place in this. It is a matter for the Heir alone; they are his army after all.”
A small clatter, and Dumbledore’s tea spilt onto the desk. The man spelled it clean instantly, but the lose of composure was clear to both of them. Dumbledore took a deep breath and folded his hands, peering worriedly at Draco behind his half-moon glasses. “Army?”
Blinking, Draco realized that was truly the case. Furiae must have done something to his brain because the most random bits of knowledge kept popping in; stuff he knew he hadn’t known beforehand was now common knowledge. Bothersome… and kind of cool. “The Heir doesn’t need an army, but he has one to keep his brothers from getting out of hand, particularly La Lune.” Oh yes… La Lune. He had forgotten about the Heir’s lover… Potter’s lover…
…Damn.
Come on, like Potter even knew what to do! He’d never go for some aggressive guy who killed for fun. Potter hated it when people were killed for no reason. Hell, he didn’t even like it when there was a reason. Well… he didn’t used to. If he were Heir he’d be changing, wouldn’t he? Maybe he had a thing for the ruthlessly insane now? No… no, not Harry. No matter what, he was still Harry. No amount of power, or responsibility, or pain was going to change that. He wouldn’t let it.
Not that he cared. He just didn’t want Potter getting in with that mad brother of his, was all. La Lune was the maddest of them all. Not because he was deranged or unfeeling like the other two, but because he was completely unpredictable, always doing things to gain the Heir’s attention and, or, affection in whatever way possible. …And he had the annoying habit of killing off people in Draco’s position. And… and he’d had years of knowing how to entrance those new born Heirs… Oh hell.
How the hell could he compete with that? —Not that he wanted to compete—alright, maybe he did, but only in the interest of Potter’s safety—Fuck, like he was kidding anyone—damn, damn! When the hell had this happened?! When the hell did he start caring like that!?! Bloody, fucking Potter, this was all his fault!
“Do you think they’d act like an army for Voldemort? It’s one thing to help him with a few things… Should we expect them to be marching down the streets, taking over the Ministry?” Dumbledore continued, unaware of Draco’s random tangent of thought.
“I—uh… what? Um, I don’t know.” Draco said distractedly, trying to pull himself back to the conversation. “They haven’t made a move yet… I, uh, I don’t think they’d do anything that drastic until they speak with the Heir. Something like that you can’t turn back from. Voldemort’s probably content with what he can get from them for now.”
All right, he was blowing this way out of proportion. This was just his Veela being stupid and confused. Potter had power, damn amazing power, and a part of him liked that. A lot. He was confusing lust with, dare he say it… lov—like, with like. That was all. A crush… not even that. A confusion. A misunderstanding. Potter was fun to be around; who wouldn’t want that? And he was worried because he was his friend, that was the only reason—Oh, and because he was probably the Heir. He couldn’t let his stupid, horny Veela fuck with his head like that. Hell, he had to get this collar off.
“Uh, sir, can I speak with the kids that come back tonight? I want to know if he’s… uh…” alive, in one piece, refrained from murdering everyone, not angry with him, not bawling his eyes out, “…all right.”
“Well, I can’t say when they’ll be back. I suspect it will be very late—”
“I don’t care when. I’ll be awake anyways.” Draco said hastily.
Dumbledore nodded. “If you insist, I will have you roused once they get in. Given your understanding of that circle’s behavior, you may have a more correct perspective on the situation. I’m afraid my impression of the Council is rather antiquated.”
“I doubt it, sir.” Draco reassured him absentmindedly. “The current Council is nothing like it should be. I think there is only one there, Griffith, from the original line of gods, that has a care for justice anymore… and he’s been labeled a fool among the Council. You can’t expect anything from a corrupt group of leaders, as I’m sure you know.”
“…You truly expect them to kill him, don’t you.”
Draco nodded, looking out the window into the darkness. “In a heartbeat.”
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