Untitled Part 1

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The last thing I need at the moment is to stew over all the things that remind me of him.

His redolence that never failed to make me feel intoxicated but in a pleasing way, let alone make me weak to my knees.

His raspy voice that sounded even more pleasurable and seductive during the morning.

That soft, yet messy brown hair of his made me severely eager to touch and grip it.

Oh and his eyes, those emerald green eyes.
One single glance was enough to make my stomach jolt as if I was in paradise.
They were like the promise of spring, the gentleness of nascent buds.

His smile, laugh, touch, literally everything about him was dangerously addictive.

The soft whimpers that left his mouth as I kissed him desperately, drove me crazy.

Okay I'll admit, I'm going to miss how much of an effect I had on him, how he was under my complete control.

How he was mine.

And Mine only.

He's still going to be.

Well at least according to me.

He deserves someone better.
Not someone like me.
Toxic.

He's going to be free, safe, or at least for now.
At first, I totally forgot that even if Voldemort had succeeded to end me, in Potter's body, the real Harry was still going to be out there.
In danger of course.
The dark lord will always find a way to reach out to him.
I can't let that happen, or all of this would be for nothing.

So I did the thing in which I never thought I'd ever do, but I had to.
To keep him safe.

I informed Granger about my plan.

Her face was unexplainable, I never saw her so confused and startled in my life.
At first, she of course doubted me completely, she was sure that I was bluffing or trying to manipulate her and lure Harry to Voldemort or something.

It took quite some time of convincing, but eventually, she believed me.
It wasn't that easy though, I had to literally explain everything to her, about him and I.
How I felt.
What happened between us.
And all that, in order for her to trust me.

I could've sworn I saw a glint of sympathy in her eyes as I vented to her. She did mention something about finding another way, but I told her that there will never be, not unless you suffer death.
That made her feel quite uneasy.

The reason in which I had to speak to Granger was for a favor.
Given the fact that even though the plan worked, Harry was still in the hands of danger.

I asked her to take him back to Hogwarts. I told her at exactly what time to come, and of course she accepted. She decided to apparate to the forest that was before the manor, where Harry was placed unconscious, and return with him back to Hogwarts until they figure out a way to keep him safe.
I suggested they run away to a place that was sealed with a magic border, or perhaps they could cast that on the walls of Hogwarts too.

But for now, I know that he isn't here anymore, or anywhere near the manor or Voldemort.

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The bottom of my shoes shifted silently across the metallic floor, the voices were getting higher and closer with each step.

A quivering sigh escaped my mouth as I strolled towards the muffled tunes.

But first, I had to make sure of the success of my plan.

Soundlessly, I made my way to one of the many rooms in the manor, just for a quick look in a mirror.

It had only been fifteen minutes since I drank the potion.
It usually lasts for an hour or more.
But I had to check just in case.

And so I did.

I was him.

All that was left for me to do was master acting like him, which wasn't quite hard to say the least.
For the past month I've been getting to know him more and more, and with that being said, I'm pretty sure I'm aware of how to speak and gesture.

Fortunately, I wouldn't have to act like him for long, given the fact that they'll kill me (Harry) the first chance they get.

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"Well well, look what we have here." The villainous, piercing voice of the one and only Bellatrix Lestrange made me flinch. Oh how I would like nothing more than to tear that little demonic smirk off of her ghastly face.

I took my final step forward, allowing my eyes to roam around the place.

There were some death eaters still settled on the dining table, while both Bellatrix and my father stood utterly satisfied with themselves, a few feet closer.

My mind immediately flickered to my mother. I didn't discern her at first, as she was standing right behind them.

I noticed the slightest glint of shock plastered in her dull eyes when her gaze met mine, or Harry's, or whatever.

I really wanted to know what was going on in her mind at that moment, since she looked quite... sorrowful. I've always known she has a soft spot for Harry, just like me.

I was sensed back to reality due to the disgusting, sinister voice of my father.
"What a delightful site. So I presume that Draco for once had succeeded with something." I heard him sneer mockingly.
As much as I would take pride in literally killing him at the moment, what he thought of me should be the least of my concern right now.

I knew I had to stay in character, I can't stay silent for too long. Everyone knows Potter likes to debate.

"Well go on then, what are you waiting for?" The words flew out of my mouth in a blink of an eye.

I could see Bellatrix smirk viciously as she spoke.
"Well quite brave aren't you?" She hissed, then continued.
"Call him."

At first, I was confused as to whom she was referring to but I eventually knew she was asking my father to get the dark lord over here.

"That won't be necessary, Bella."

My gaze switched onto where the familiar malicious voice came from.

And there he was, Voldemort.