‹ Prequel: The Dark Witch
The Return of the Dark Witch
Zabini
P.O.V – Draco Malfoy
I was almost there, to the infamous Room of Requirement. Where I had caught wind, the previous year, that the Hogwarts vanishing cabinet, the same on in which the Weasley twins had stuffed Montague, was now located. According to Montague, during his time in the cabinet, he had been able to hear the goings on at Borgin and Burkes, the location of the Hogwarts cabinet’s twin. All I had to do now, was repair the Hogwarts cabinet and my fellow Death Eaters would have automatic entrance into Hogwarts.
So simple when I think about it, easy in, easy out. They could distract the rest of the students and staff for me. They had promised me they wouldn't cause too much damage. While I kill Dumbledore.
I swallowed hard at that thought. I, more than most, knew how good Death Eaters were at keeping their word, and as for killing Dumbledore...
My thoughts trailed off as I rounded into the seventh floor corridor.
No matter my feelings, I had to do this. I had to let the death eaters in. I had to kill Dumbledore. If I didn’t my family was as good as dead. I had no choice, unlike what that idiotic Sinclair had suggested. Either I did this or everyone I cared about died. I had no other option, if I did…
I took a deep breath. I was in front of the large bare wall now, opposite of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy attempting to teach trolls ballet. He really was an idiot.
Now, what to think…
I stepped towards the wall, closing my eyes, and concentrating hard.
I need the place where the vanishing cabinet is stored. I thought, repeatedly, pacing back and forth.
“What are you doing up here, Malfoy?” I heard the haughty inquisitive voice of Zabini behind me.
Perfect. Zabini and I had never gotten along. He’d always thought himself better than me, even before my name became a disgrace and he was named as one of Slughorn's elite.
I exhaled, whipping around, and opening my eyes. Placing a cold expression on my face, as I glared at Zabini.
His large brown eyes were narrowed, one of his hands a little too close to his robes for my taste.
Have I really lost so much influence that he thinks he can get away with hexing me?
“What’s it to you, Zabini?” I replied sharply, stepping towards him, my right hand dipping inside my robes to grasp my wand.
Zabini shrugged, shaking his head slightly, “Nothing. Just wondering why you weren’t in the common room is all.” He was backtracking, I was making him nervous.
He was still lying, however, he had to have followed me. Not gotten to the common room and thought, ‘Malfoy’s not here. I bet he’s going to the seventh floor’. Did he take me for a fool?
“Really?” I sneered, “You just happened to know exactly where I was, now did you?” I snapped. No one could know what I was doing. No one, and here was Zabini, all ready to screw everything up before I even began.
He cocked his head at me, frowning, “What’s your problem, Malfoy? Got something to hide?” He asked, just as McGonagall appeared from around the corner.
“What’s going on here?” She asked sharply, her eyebrows raised, as she pursed her lips.
“Nothing.” Replied both me and Zabini together, having both turned to face her at the same time.
I met him in a dark look.
“I had better hope so.” She began shrilly, “20 points from Slytherin, and back to your common room both of you.” Said McGonagall sternly, gesturing us both back towards the stairs, as we groaned. For different reasons, of course, Zabini was merely upset about losing house points so early in the year. I was just angry I couldn’t start work tonight.
I eyed Zabini harshly as we headed down the steps, beginning our long trek to our common room. If it wasn’t for him, I could be working on saving my father right now. He had to be dealt with, him and his suspicious mind. This could never happen again, I thought, reaching for my wand.
“I’m onto your tricks, Malfoy.” Began Zabini, “You’re hiding something…”
Abruptly, I whipped out my wand, “Obliviate.” I whispered sharply. I had to save my father after all.
I was almost there, to the infamous Room of Requirement. Where I had caught wind, the previous year, that the Hogwarts vanishing cabinet, the same on in which the Weasley twins had stuffed Montague, was now located. According to Montague, during his time in the cabinet, he had been able to hear the goings on at Borgin and Burkes, the location of the Hogwarts cabinet’s twin. All I had to do now, was repair the Hogwarts cabinet and my fellow Death Eaters would have automatic entrance into Hogwarts.
So simple when I think about it, easy in, easy out. They could distract the rest of the students and staff for me. They had promised me they wouldn't cause too much damage. While I kill Dumbledore.
I swallowed hard at that thought. I, more than most, knew how good Death Eaters were at keeping their word, and as for killing Dumbledore...
My thoughts trailed off as I rounded into the seventh floor corridor.
No matter my feelings, I had to do this. I had to let the death eaters in. I had to kill Dumbledore. If I didn’t my family was as good as dead. I had no choice, unlike what that idiotic Sinclair had suggested. Either I did this or everyone I cared about died. I had no other option, if I did…
I took a deep breath. I was in front of the large bare wall now, opposite of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy attempting to teach trolls ballet. He really was an idiot.
Now, what to think…
I stepped towards the wall, closing my eyes, and concentrating hard.
I need the place where the vanishing cabinet is stored. I thought, repeatedly, pacing back and forth.
“What are you doing up here, Malfoy?” I heard the haughty inquisitive voice of Zabini behind me.
Perfect. Zabini and I had never gotten along. He’d always thought himself better than me, even before my name became a disgrace and he was named as one of Slughorn's elite.
I exhaled, whipping around, and opening my eyes. Placing a cold expression on my face, as I glared at Zabini.
His large brown eyes were narrowed, one of his hands a little too close to his robes for my taste.
Have I really lost so much influence that he thinks he can get away with hexing me?
“What’s it to you, Zabini?” I replied sharply, stepping towards him, my right hand dipping inside my robes to grasp my wand.
Zabini shrugged, shaking his head slightly, “Nothing. Just wondering why you weren’t in the common room is all.” He was backtracking, I was making him nervous.
He was still lying, however, he had to have followed me. Not gotten to the common room and thought, ‘Malfoy’s not here. I bet he’s going to the seventh floor’. Did he take me for a fool?
“Really?” I sneered, “You just happened to know exactly where I was, now did you?” I snapped. No one could know what I was doing. No one, and here was Zabini, all ready to screw everything up before I even began.
He cocked his head at me, frowning, “What’s your problem, Malfoy? Got something to hide?” He asked, just as McGonagall appeared from around the corner.
“What’s going on here?” She asked sharply, her eyebrows raised, as she pursed her lips.
“Nothing.” Replied both me and Zabini together, having both turned to face her at the same time.
I met him in a dark look.
“I had better hope so.” She began shrilly, “20 points from Slytherin, and back to your common room both of you.” Said McGonagall sternly, gesturing us both back towards the stairs, as we groaned. For different reasons, of course, Zabini was merely upset about losing house points so early in the year. I was just angry I couldn’t start work tonight.
I eyed Zabini harshly as we headed down the steps, beginning our long trek to our common room. If it wasn’t for him, I could be working on saving my father right now. He had to be dealt with, him and his suspicious mind. This could never happen again, I thought, reaching for my wand.
“I’m onto your tricks, Malfoy.” Began Zabini, “You’re hiding something…”
Abruptly, I whipped out my wand, “Obliviate.” I whispered sharply. I had to save my father after all.