"Oh, if someone goes around pretending to be my dad and then stuns me, I think it's my damn
business! And you still haven't said how you saw those things. Were you impersonating someone
else there?"
"No." Harry pointed to his scar. "It links me to Voldemort. I've had dreams when he's been feeling
especially violent or murderous; the dreams show me what he's doing, what's happening where he
is. I had a dream on Christmas night. But when he did the killing curse, my scar hurt so bad I
woke up. I wasn't sure who had gotten killed. For a little while, I thought it might be you..."
Malfoy tried to recover his cockiness, but it was half-hearted. "That would have made you
happy..."
"I was afraid Ginny would think it was my fault. But it's a moot point, now. You're alive and
kicking and as obnoxious as ever."
"How touching that you were concerned." He smiled evilly. Harry's ire was up, and he was
finding it harder and harder to control the urge to put a really good hex on him.
"So," Harry said. "Your father will probably tell you what's going on now, when Voldemort
summons the Death Eaters. He'll have to tell you, since you can't Apparate to him from Hogwarts-
since you can't Apparate at all, in fact."
"What makes you think I can't Apparate?" Malfoy said softly.
Harry frowned. "But-you're not old enough. You can't get a license until you're of age. It's illegal
otherwise."
Malfoy smiled-or at least, what passed for a smile for him. "And you think I would have a
problem with that?"
Harry swallowed. He should remember to stop making assumptions about what Malfoy would
and wouldn't do. Working at learning Apparition before he was legal was probably small potatoes
for him.
"Anyway, even someone who can Apparate can't do it on the grounds of Hogwarts. So, whenever
your father tells you what happened at one of the Death Eater meetings, send me an owl and I'll
meet you to get the information."
Malfoy laughed, shaking his head. Harry stared at him; had he cracked? Had Voldemort used
the Cruciatus Curse on him for too long?
"You're really funny sometimes, Potter, you know that?" But suddenly, his face was anything
but funny. Harry remembered how grim he had looked when he had cursed Karkaroff.
"Let me tell you how this is going to work," Malfoy went on. "I am going to go about my life,
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going to classes, eating, sleeping, corresponding with my father, playing Quidditch, and-oh, yeah-
snogging with Ginny as much as humanly possible. If I hear anything incriminating from my
father, I'm keeping it to myself until such time as I have enough information to get him locked up in
Azkaban properly, where the bastard can't get me, and with a guarantee from the Ministry of Magic
that I will be immune from all prosecution and absolutely safe. You will not know anything. Up
until the moment my father puts the final nail in his own coffin, you will be completely in the dark.
We are not friends. We will not correspond, ...

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