Harry Potter And The Teenage Witch

Part 2

Note:
So, this is from the Half Blood Prince (Chapter 7,The Slug Club) I would recommend reading the chapter before you read this one because otherwise this chapter might seem confusing to you. Thank you.

"Where's your father?" Sabrina asked.

"He left." Draco answered coldly.

"Left? Where?"

"Azkaban."

"Azkaban. Isn't that... Wizard prison?"

"More like a hell." Draco's voice was rough. Phlegm seemed to struck in his throat.

"But.. he.. didn't he came.." Sabrina couldn't finish as Draco stopped her mid-sentence.

"Blasted Harry Potter! Because of him, my father is now rotting in Azkaban. And now the Dark Lord don't want anything to do with him. And now we're Doomed!!"

"Father asked the Dark Lord to free him momentarily, so he could accompany you. He told him we'd need you to reestablish his power. But his orders were delivered late to the Dementors, so my father couldn't make it to the station, he came to the home instead. He wasn't alone though, he came here accompanied by two Dementors."

"Dementors are kind of became his pawns now, so they do whatever he orders them to do. And now you realize why he isn't letting father free, right? It's because it's an ultimatum. If I don't do my job, Dementors would get him. Do you now understand why I'm so SCARED? Because everything depends on me."

Draco panted. He'd been bottling up his emotions for months. And now he had spurted them all up.

"It's okay." Sabrina said. Draco rested his head on her shoulder. "Everything will be alright." Sabrina patted his back as he sniffed.

Hogwarts Express

Draco felt irritated at Slughorn. What's so special about Harry that he had to invite him and not him? He even invited Zabini! Did Slughorn not to know him,or...

"Well, I pity Slughorn's taste. Maybe he's going a bit senile. Shame, my father always said he was a good wizard in his day. My father used to be a bit of a favorite of his. Slughorn probably hasn't heard I'm on the train,or-"

"I wouldn't bank on an invitation," said Zabini. "He asked me about Nott's father when I first arrived. They used to be old friends, apparently, but when he heard he'd been caught at the Ministry he didn't look happy, and Nott didn't get an invitation, did he? I don't think Slughorn's interested in Death Eaters."

Death Eaters? He isn't interested in Death Eaters? What does Slughorn think he is? An angel? Well who cares what he is? Draco isn't an angel. And he never wants to be. Go to heck with his morality and everything. He just needed to finish his duty, and then everything will go back to the normal.  He will again be respected, his family will get their status once again. And then he would see who Slughorn calls to invite in his stupid party or whatever it was.

"Well, who cares what he's interested in? What is he, when you come down to it? Just some stupid teacher." Draco faked a yawn to hide his disappointment.
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"I mean, I might not even be at Hogwarts next year, what's it matter to me if some fat old has-been likes me or not?"

"What do you mean, you might not be at Hogwarts next year?" Sabrina asked.

If Draco killed Dumbledore this year and the Dark Lord took power of the wizarding world, why Draco would have to skip school? Wouldn't everything be nice and steady then?

What is Draco trying to imply? she thought.

"Well, you never know," Draco smirked.

Sabrina stopped stroking Draco's hair. He was constantly looking at something.

She crouched low.

"What?" she whispered in his ear.

"Potter." he hissed.

"Him!?" Sabrina half hissed, half yelled.

Draco shrugged.

Sabrina couldn't see Harry, but she knew he was here. There were invisibility cloaks, and probably Potter had one. She knew she had to put up with his act to fool Potter.
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"And you think you'll be able to do something for him?" asked Zabini scathingly. "Sixteen years old and not even fully qualified yet?"

" I've just said, haven't I? Maybe he doesn't care if I'm qualified. Maybe the job he wants me to do isn't something that you need to be qualified for," said Draco quietly.

Maybe the job he wants me to do isn't something that you need to be qualified for. The Dark Lord didn't choose him because he was qualified. He chose him to teach him, and overall, the Malfoys- a lesson. That he didn't tolerate impotence.

Noting that every pair of eyes of that compartment had been upon him(perhaps including Potter, what else would that brat do here anyway?), Draco quickly collected himself.

"Hogwarts is here." he announced.

"You go on." Draco told Sabrina. " I just want to check something."

Sabrina leaned towards him as if to kiss him on the cheeks.

"You want to beat him?" she asked, incredulous.

"Something like that, yes." Draco whispered.

"Maybe I can be here with you."

"Pansy, just go. I'm coming along."

Draco said as he looked over her shoulder. He couldn't let Potter utilize this opportunity and escape.

"Draco, don't do anything stupid. " Sabrina warned.

"You don't have to worry about me. I got this covered."

"Just.. don't get into trouble, okay? Don't ruin it before it even starts."

Sabrina said as she left the compartment.

Draco scoffed. As if he needed a reminder.

Draco stamped,hard, on Harry's face. Harry felt his nose break; blood spurted everywhere.

"That's from my father. Now, let's see..."

Malfoy dragged the Cloak out from under Harry's immobilized body and threw it over them.

"I don't reckon they'll find you till the train's back in London." he said quietly. "See you around,Potter...or not."

Truth was, Draco never wanted to see his damned face ever again.

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If only he knew.

#April 15,2021, 3:48 pm