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The breeze of wind greets the concrete and his skin just the same. Its giddy currents flow through woodland canopies, unaware of how its tune soothes those who can hear. Harry grows strong against the wind, it is the freshness over his skin which makes a fine flag of his tousled hair.

His eyes flickered due to the heavy breeze. They traced their way along the extraordinary view before him.
Hogwarts really was beautiful.

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~Back at Malfoy Mannor~

"Ah Draco, you're awake. Come join us my dear."

Draco strolled over to the prolonged table hesitantly. He felt goosebumps form on the surface of his skin, since Malfoy Mannor was always cold somehow. He has even admitted to himself that Hogwarts felt more like home.

He reached over to one of the black silk chairs, and settled down beside his mother who gently placed her palm on his shoulder, ensuring him that everything will be okay. Draco gave her a soft smile, then immediately held his usual cold-stoned look as he faced his father and the rest.

"Well, we were just discussing our new plan." Spoke Voldemort, intervening his grey fingers together, shifting his gaze towards Draco.

A new plan? Seriously?

Haven't they gotten enough?

Dumbledore's already dead.

What else is there?

Unless...

Draco snapped out of his thoughts and lifted his gaze towards the dark lord.

"W-what's the plan, may I ask?" His voice was trembling as his lower lip quivered due to the cold breeze.

Lucius Malfoy was sitting opposite to Draco, beside the dark lord. He shifted in his seat, tiding his position, and spoke.

"Well, you see son. Given the chance that Albus Dumbledore is dead, the lord and I have decided to come up with a plan, a plan that would... end things completely." He spoke smoothly yet smirkingly.

End things?

End what?

What does he mea-

Draco's thoughts were cut off by Voldemort clearing his throat.

"So, Draco, would you like to listen to what I'm about to say?" Questioned the dark lord, raising his brows.

"Sure." Responded Draco lowly.

"I presume you do know Mr. Potter, Harry Potter?"

Of course.

"Yes my lord, I do."

Voldemort leaned back on his fancy chair and continued.
"And, I've heard that you two are... enemies. Am I right?"

Yes and no.

"Yes my lord."

"Great." He spoke as a small smirk formed on his lips.

Great?

Dear Merlin, what are they up to this time?

And what does Potter have to do with it?

Thought Draco to himself.

"We're going to need you to form a... truce with him." Said Voldemort, then continued.
"You see Draco, since you unfortunately failed with your previous task, I presume that this one will be much easier."

He wants me to befriend Potter?

That's the last thing on Earth that I can do.

It sucks enough that I was a part of the reason his professor is gone.

Besides, why does he even want us to become friends?

"M-may I ask why? My lord?" He spoke in a voice, low enough to not be a whisper.

Voldemort smirked, the vicious glint in his eyes became even more wicked.
"You're going to befriend him, and lead him on."

Draco felt his body utterly freeze. He gulped thickly. It was like he knew where Voldemort was going with this, and it was bad.

"Lead him to me. And I'll simply... kill him."