The poor owl's feathers were more than ruffled by the time it had clawed its way to my windowsill. I debated waiting and watching the thing struggle against the wind, but decided against it.

The note was one word.

BLACK!

What is my task now?

There was a change of plan, the Dark Lord told me some days ago. Draco is to befriend Potter. I'm afraid they are quite beyond that point...

Although severely enjoyable censoreage on the spikey bed with Severus distracted me for a while [more like a few days...], the thought that Draco may be too attached to Potter to carry out his duty plagues me.
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Granger has shown an interest in spiky beds and strokage.

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I find this... interesting...

I remember that Draco informed me about those Dementors in Third Year. I was a bit affected by them in Azkaban, you know, but memories of Sevvie kept me hanging by my fingertips. I remember Draco mentioning that Potter had fainted, the first time he encountered one.

Draco, you were almost as affected - what did you see?

Draco just asked me for a broomstick, one of those Firebolts. When I refused (I already have one, and it cost me a few chests of galleons - it's for activities with Sevvie, and I don't think Draco would want to straddle it after all that) he started pouting and I had to threaten to reveal his OWL results to the Daily Prophet before he shut up.

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Had tea with the Dark Lord yesterday, and called Draco down to inform him of his obligations. His face looked rather frozen the whole time ( Read more... )