But Merlin... that laugh. He knew it well. His clothes seemed different now, and he was wearing a mask. Death Eater garments. He gave a glance at himself, and then peered back up nervously.
Draco hestitated. He knows! He knows I failed! But perhaps not, the job was completed. Only he and Snape know the truth. But the eyewitness. But they might not have stepped forward to say.
He then steeled himself, and then walked towards Tom/Voldemort.
When Draco is close enough, his arm strikes out, grabbing Draco by the back of the neck and pulling him closer. His sneer is triumphant as he tilts his head up to make eye contact.
"Let's see what ugly thoughts are in that pretty head of yours. Legilimens." The last is a hiss of delight. "There will be no secrets between us, boy."
Draco immediately used his Occulmency. All those lessons with Aunt Bellatrix. He didn't understand why then. But as the task bore down on him, he understood why.
Especially now.
No.
And he threw all his efforts into those mental walls. Into keeping his mind blank and still. Hiding everything. Including his fear.
Tom is several feet away from him, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and he's changed, too. It's a subtle shift, but a noticeable one. His expression is free of the cruelty present before. Perhaps most telling is that he now wears jeans and a grey jumper instead of black robes.
This is not the man who would become a monster.
"It's hard when there are two people inside you. Sometimes you're not sure who's real and who's not. How many are inside you?"
"No, I know the one my father has told me about it. That's the only future I'm supposed to accept." Draco glanced out toward the sun as well, and then back to Tom.
His wand is out. He is twirling it lazily, and he smiles a fierce smile upon seeing Draco.
"There you are. I've been waiting for you."
He laughs then, and it is a cold, high laugh.
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But Merlin... that laugh. He knew it well. His clothes seemed different now, and he was wearing a mask. Death Eater garments. He gave a glance at himself, and then peered back up nervously.
"Why?" He warily asked.
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He laughs again, and the absolute lack of mirth is chilling.
"Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly."
He wand flicks out, compelling Draco to come closer.
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He then steeled himself, and then walked towards Tom/Voldemort.
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When Draco is close enough, his arm strikes out, grabbing Draco by the back of the neck and pulling him closer. His sneer is triumphant as he tilts his head up to make eye contact.
"Let's see what ugly thoughts are in that pretty head of yours. Legilimens." The last is a hiss of delight. "There will be no secrets between us, boy."
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Especially now.
No.
And he threw all his efforts into those mental walls. Into keeping his mind blank and still. Hiding everything. Including his fear.
And anger.
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Tom is several feet away from him, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and he's changed, too. It's a subtle shift, but a noticeable one. His expression is free of the cruelty present before. Perhaps most telling is that he now wears jeans and a grey jumper instead of black robes.
This is not the man who would become a monster.
"It's hard when there are two people inside you. Sometimes you're not sure who's real and who's not. How many are inside you?"
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"What? I don't understand. It's just me." He declared. He appeared perplexed by the idea.
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He stands up and walks out of the shadows, squinting his eyes against the bright sun.
"Or maybe you do, and you just don't know it yet."
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"No other options."
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He closes his eyes, basking in the sun.
"You simply have to find the strength to find and open them."
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Maybe my fate isn't written in stone after all.
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He turns to look Draco in the eyes. There is no threat or challenge this time.
"There are millions of ways you might go. All of them will be difficult. But go you must."
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