2: A Little Help From Some 'Friends'

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Draco sent the patronus off, not believing who he was contacting. He watched the dragon run off, and shook his head at himself.

Never had he imagined that he would aske Luna Lovegood something like this, but she was clueless enough to believe it, dumb enough not to see his goal, and weird enough to forgive him for something he never wanted to be forgiven of.

"It's done," he told his mother. "Now I'll just hope she takes it the way I want her to."

Narcisa nodded. "I hope so too."

Draco walked back up to his room, and pulled his sleeve up to his elbow. The tattoo on his forearm wasn't fading, like Lucius said it would if the Dark Lord were to die. It was still there, though not as pitch black as it had been on the night of the Battle of Hogwarts. Draco didn't know if that worried him of made his feel better. Maybe a little bit of both. If Draco were to fail and the Dark Lord once again rose to power, he would be greatly punished. 

How could he kill Harry Potter?

Rediculously short chapter, sorry guys. 

Thanks a lemon!

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