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Draco Malfoy was a simple man. Well he was a simple as a Rich Pure-Blood Wizard could be. Even though his Family was very influential in Wizard Politics and we're strict Blood-Purists, he wasn't that bad. He even made up with Potter, which was a plus to him. 

Even though he didn't exactly have a choice. He still couldn't believe how oblivious he was to Harry and Voldemort's secret relationship. How Harry was becoming more distant and his magic was flourishing. He even beat Granger in some subjects, to her dismay. How he wouldn't even talk to anyone if it wasn't necessary, How he started becoming less like Harry Potter. He even stopped playing Quidditch in his free-time!

He still remembers when Snape found out about said-relationship, with horror.

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Hogwarts Dungeon. 12:00 AM.

The clock on the top of the Hogwarts dungeon struck 12, as Harry sat, without a care to even look.He had his hands fisted into his hair and took a knife and cut deep into his hand to draw blood. Hewent eerily still when he realized, It was done. Just then, the corridor burst open from pure magic. 

"What is this foolishness." Snape demanded. McGonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore all went intothe dungeons to find the intruder. Snape then saw a little ball in the corner and slowly approachedit. Harry didn't care who was there, he just was in pure satisfaction. 

The three of them went to the intruder with caution. When they we're almost close to the Wizard,the Intruder then put his hand up and the corridor shut and they immediately froze."You're too late." The Trespasser replied with twisted glee. They then turned around and saw. 

Harry Potter? 

Though, It didn't look like him at all. They all stood there, in shock and horror. Instead of Harry'sBright Emerald Eyes, they we're a dark hunter green. Their were dark bags under his eyes, and hisskin was so pale as if he didn't get an ounce of sunlight in ages. Though his looks were the least ofhis worries, and theirs. 

"Harry- My Boy-" Albus tried to speak but Harry quickly interrupted him with a sh. 

"Enough, Dumbledore. I don't need your pity for me. I don't need anyone's pity anymore. I don'tneed anyone, anymore. I am All-Powerful." Harry rejoiced with a smile and lifted his hand and agreen flare came out. 

"This is all Voldemort's doing! You know he can try to go into Potter's mind, Albus!" Minervacomplained to Albus. Harry just laughed in triumph.

 "Yes, It is. He corrupted me, tainted my pure soul. A cunning snake in a Lion's Den, isn't thatright? He might've driven me to darkness, but I have never felt so exhilarated. So, worthy. Heshowed me the way, showed me where I really belong." Harry spoke to the Three. While it wassurprising to hear this from the Great Harry Potter, Minerva was starting to put two in two together.

 "So, ever since you've meet Voldemort in the Graveyard- Voldemort's been persuading him intobecoming his protégé!" Minerva Shouted. Harry then stopped her rambling with laughter."Oh no, no no no. I'm his passion. Every time I see him, I'm hit with intimacy and pleasure like noother. Now that I am done the ritual, I'd like to go see him now, hm?." Harry then left with a greenhaze of smoke. 

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Draco Malfoy stood before the grand façade of the Malfoy Manor, a masterpiece of architecture that exuded both opulence and a certain air of intimidating elegance. It was a structure that had stood for generations, a testament to the Malfoy family's legacy. As he looked upon it, he couldn't help but appreciate the intricate details that made it a true work of art.