You Know We Can't...

Chapter 6 ~ Draco

I pace in the hall, dread becoming clearer in each step. Mother called me down, but it is Father who wishes to see me. Nothing good can come from this conversation.

The last time we spoke in his office was when He was there... When He ordered me to... To kill him...

But I couldn't. I couldn't kill someone who didn't deserve death. But it was either Dumbledore or me. And Professor Snape made that desicion for me.

The door of my father's office creaks open. My pacing stops and I stand stiff.

"Enter." My Father's voice is barely audiable. When I walk in, I take note of my father's wary face. His hair is distraught and he continues to glance around, even though we are alone.

"You summoned me, Father?" I ask confidently.

"You will not be attending Hogwarts this year, Draco." He replies bluntly. I lose my steady breath. No school means no Ginny.

"Father," I say, a tone of pleading leaking through.

"You are needed here to help serve the Dark Lord."

"Would it not be easier for me to attend Hogwarts? I would be grateful to keep those gits in line. Even watch for any signal of Potter."

"No!" He shouts. I stand frozen in place. "You shall stay here to serve the Dark Lord. That is all Draco."

I am pushed out of the room by a force of some kind. Anger claws at me as I disapparate into my quarters.

I yell in frustration and begin to tear at my walls. I rip books from their shelves and posters from their tacks.

My anger begins to difuse, but tears take its place. Ginny. How am I supposed to see her? Protect her? I can't disapparate into Hogwarts. But... There are other ways of contact...

I scramble for a quill and parchment and begin to write.