Evil Did A Good Thing

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CHAPTER ONE

What About The World Today?
What About The Place That We Call Home?
We\'ve Never Been So Many.
And We\'ve Never Been,
So Alone


\"He\'s growing unknowingly weaker\"

\"He think\'s we haven\'t noticed, sir\"

\"Theres something wrong...I can feel it stirring\"

The older man looked around him, sniffing the air in a concerned manner, a look of great concentration etching his features.

\"Will this interrupt anything, sir? Will he still be able to communicate with his followers in his usual manner?\"

\"Why are you so concerned? Would it be any of your buisness anyway, Nott? Always so nosey and argumentative...just like your father\"

\"But Draco-

\"-But Draco What? Draco giving you orders again is he? Telling you things he should be keeping to himself?\" said the older man fiercly, his eyes almost blazing fire at the young boy looking at him with curiosity and also a hint of fear, in his eyes.

\"No sir. But I overheard him telling Blaise about The Dark Lord not being able to do many things for himself, as though a part of him has gone missing, sir\"

The older man looked down at the teenager,thinking that he\'d like nothing better than to slap the knowledge that he had retrieved right out of him, and make him beg for forgiveness for even saying those words to him. It seemed, however, that the boy was quite right.

The Dark Lord was finding it harder to concentrate on what he was doing at certain times, as if part of his memory had suddenly disapparated into thin air. These were hard times, and if The Dark Lord was the one in control of the situation at hand, then there were harder times ahead.

Many Death Eaters had been killed, along with many of the order of the Pheonix. Alot of civilians had lost their lives since the battle had begun, but none of them had yet been Harry potter.

Snapes stomach gave an evil jolt. Harry Potter. Oh the mutinous things that Snape could think of to do to that boy. He\'d been in hiding, or so it seemed. Then again, who was Snape to judge? He\'d been doing alot of that himself since he\'d destroyed Dumbledore. The Order were out for blood, and they didnt care who\'s it was, aslong as they eventually found old Severus at the end of the line.

The Dark Lord had been gracious towards him though, which served to mend what little of the mental wounds that Snape had aquired since turning his back fully on the Order. He did not regret it. Being looked up to and awed at by many of his fellow Death Eaters was something that he knew would be a great moment in
history;

THE FALL OF DUMBLEDORE; THE RISE OF THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE

\"Sir?\" Said Nott, running his fingers through his auburn hair and looking around him at the moutainous hills and valley\'s surrounding their hiding place within a cold and dark cave from view. \"Can I ask exactly what it is we\'re up here for?\"

Snape looked at him, his eyes narrowing darkly.

\"We\'re Searching for the 6th Horcrux\"


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\"It was a stupid idea! You could of got yourself killed!\"

\"We all have to die someday, woman!\"

\"Well I\'d prefer it if it wasn\'t tonight!\"

Harry shook his head and looked from one friend to the other. For three weeks they\'d been like this. He thought that being in the Dursley\'s was bad, but this was running competition for it.

\"I\'m not saying it was a good idea, Hermione. But i thought that we were atleast attempting to get off this god-forsaken island!\" shouted Ron, who was kicking up the sand in a temper, with his feet.

\"Don\'t get on your high-horse with me, Ronald! I know just how you feel considering i\'m on this place with you! But I don\'t think that BURNING THE TREES DOWN was a good idea! Do you?!\" Hermione shouted back just as loud, her eyes becomming dark and her tempter infuriating even more when Ron stuck a finger up at her.

\"I thought it was an accident\" said Harry calmly, trying to get them to both let the hot air deflate from their bodies.

However, this remark only served to make things worse, as Hermione began a lecture that lasted another twenty minutes. By this time Ron was so infuriated that he didn\'t even want to tell her that it WAS an accident, and that he was being careless with his wand.

For three days they had been walking around the island, trying to get off it. Only Hermione could apparate, and was not strong enough to carry them both with her. So Harry called for his and Ron\'s brooms...only that was two days ago, and they hadn\'t arrived there yet.
The had got onto the island by floo powder, as the old abandoned house on the hill had a rather large fire place. But most unfortunately, their supply of floo powder had ran out, which meant that they were now effectively stuck.

The whole reason for the trip to the island had been because of a lead that someone had given them about the hidden horcrux that Voldemort had created. Having explained to Hermione and Ron what Horcruxes were (Although for Ron, the story had to be told a numerous amount of times, within which Hermione would also be trying to explain it to him, much to Harry\'s annoyance)they knew that they would have to travel wide and far to discover exactly where Voldemort might leave his \'Little pieces of pure evil\' (or so thats what Ron seemed to call them, because he couldn\'t say the word \'Horcrux\') and eventually destroy
them.

Having already deminished The Diary, The ring, Helga Hufflepuffs Cup and the locket, the only three Horcrux\'s left to demolish were Nagini, Lord Voldemort himself, and the third one was something that Harry had no clue about at all. He had never got that far in his conversations with Dumbledore, before he died. So the third one was a mystery, but it was the only thing that Harry could see that stood between the life, and death of Lord Voldemort.

As Harry already knew, two of the Horcruxes\' had already been destroyed. One by himself, and one by Dumbledore, ofcourse.

The diary in second year had been the first of the Horcruxes\' to be destroyed, though Harry did not know back then just what a helpful thing he had done for himself, all those years ago.

The second one; the ring, which had once belonged to Marvolo Gaunt (Who turned out to be none other that Voldemorts Grand father) was also a Horcrux, which Voldemort had placed a terrible curse upon, and almost caused Dumbledores death. However, the ring was now no longer a Horcrux, and had been buried with Dumbledore.

The cup of Helga Hufflepuff was found by Hermione after three months of searching. She eventually tracked it down by means of old encrypted books and ancient magic she had learnt to use to her advantage to help them with their quest. it amazed Harry by how quickly Hermione picked up things. Even now he thought that she was getting better and better with age.

The spells concealing the cup were rather tricky to get past, and even though Hermione had alot of power behind her, after she had finally lifted the curse, she found herself not being able to get out of her bed for a good few days, from lack of energy.

The second Horcrux was, amazingly, found completely by luck. It was by chance that the friends were staying in a dull and dreary little town called \'Runcorn\' up in the North West of England. They browsed through the streets, looking for pawn shops and also looking in the little expensive jewellery shops that the little Town had.
Their luck came, however, when they spotted a parculiar looking man standing outside a local pub, looking around him, appearing to be very anxious. Ron, this time, sauntered up to him, also looking as if he was waiting for someone. The man looked at him curiously, and then when Ron acknowledged his presence, the man asked him if his name was \'Greyback\'.

At first, Ron looked simply astounded. Fenrir Greyback, the Werewolf who had maimed and scarred his brother for life.

Ron nodded slowly, and the man practically threw the parcel into Ron\'s outstretched hands. Ron, although giving the parcel to Hermione willingly, still stood rooted to the spot, a look of contorted rage creeping up from his toes and spreading into every vein in his body. Harry had never seen Ron look so desperate and angry before, as if the very thought of the werewolf would cause Ron to lash out at his friends.

The parcel turned out to be (and Harry put it down to Ron being so pissed off with hermione that he drank the rest of Harry\'s Felix Felicis in the hopes that he would get \'lucky\' and Hermione would just blow away with the next reletively biggest gust of wind) none other than the locket of Salazar Slytherin.
Again, there was a rather nasty spell around it, but this did not deter Hermione, who managed to disarm it and cause it to be a Horcrux no more.

And so now there were only three left. Nagini; Voldemorts snake. The secret Horcrux; which Harry had no idea where to find. And Voldemort himself. But Harry knew that he would have to find the 6th Horcrux before he could destroy the 7th.

That, Harry Thought, would The hardest part of the quest.


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\"You wanted to see me, my lord?\"

\"Yes...Yes, yes. Do come in, my child\"

Draco nodded obediently and walked slowly into the room. He gazed around him, and he new that everything was just as he had seen it only a few days ago.

\"I brought you the news you wanted from me, Sir\"

\"Is it relevant?\"

\"Indeed, My Lord\" Draco nodded his head yet again. Though there was no one to nod to. He was facing a tall dark chair, that had its back to him. The fire was crackling madly, and Draco could just make out the vision of his master within the shadows that the bright burning embers were casting upon the room.

\"So you know where he is, then?\"

At this Draco faultered.

\"No My Lord, but i know what he is doing and whom he is doing it with\"

Draco heard a sneer.

\"I thought\" came the rough voice from the chair. \"That after the last time you made a little mistake, that you would have corrected yourself better, to be able to retrieve me more useful information\"

Draco could tell he would get angry. Afterall, the last time he made a cock-up, something alot worse had happened as a consequence. And Draco still had the scars to remind him.

Draco thought fast. \"Granger. She\'s with him\"

There was an eery silence. Voldemort seemed to be in deep thought. Draco stood and looked into the mirror directly infront of him, the one hanging above the fireplace. There was no life to his face anymore, his eyes were not the shining as they did when he was younger. A year and three months had not done his complexion well since he had been taken into the care of the death eaters.

He also noticed, to his horror, that his hair was not kept in the same condition as it had once had been. He no longer slicked it back to stick every hair in place, but simply let it loose. He looked more like his father than ever, and that thought scared him, as he found out exactly who his father really was when he entered the world of Death Eaters.

It wasn\'t that his father was evil...he just wasn\'t what Draco expected him to be. he had no time for his son, and disliked Draco being involved with things that he was working on for the Dark Lord.

*Time for a hair cut* he thought

Lord Voldemort, however, had sensed this, and thought it wise to give Draco a task of his own.

So for over six months, he had travelled from country to country, tracking Potter down. Discovering, along the way, that Weasle and the mudblood were along for the ride. He knew they were searching for something, but he wasn\'t sure what. It was obviously of great importance, though, if he needed his followers to help him. Afterall, he was \'the chosen one\', and Draco thought that the \'chosen one\' could act alone in most situations.
Draco, however, was hardly any closer from finding out exactly what \'the Gryffindor three\' were upto. He knew he would have to tell that to Voldemort, who would indeffinately tell him to do something that Draco did not want to do.

\"Granger...The Muggleborn?\" Came the snake-like voice from the chair, at last.

\"Yes\" Draco\'s voice was full of loathing.

\"Worthy of attention?\" the voice asked curiously.

Draco snorted. \"No. She\'s a Mudblood, my Lord. Hardly worth more than the dirt on your shoe\"

\"But she is powerful? Creative? Intelligent?\"

Draco thought about this for a minute. \"I suppose you could say that, My Lord. She is indeed intelligent for a Mud-

\"-Bring her here\"

Draco stood in silence for a minute, unable to take in what his master had just said.

\"Did I just hear you right, My Lord? You want me to-

\"-Bring her to me...Yes...\" Voldemorts voice became quieter and (if it were possible) eviller.

Draco became confused. \"But Sir, I Don\'t understand Why-

\"Harry Potter considers her important. Intelligent she is, and she will no doubt be helping \"the chosen one\" with his plans. If she is kept here, however, she will both be unable to communicate with Potter, and we will have her mind to occupy us with tales of Potter\'s journey\"

Draco was stubbornly looking at himself in the mirror again. He hated following instructions from other people. He was his own man, and he did whatever he liked, when he liked. And one thing he DIDN\'T do was follow Granger around, and start trying his best to capture-

\"-You understand then, what I have asked you to do?\"

Draco didn\'t say anything. He knew that the Dark Lord would know what his answer was.


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