Evil Did A Good Thing

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CHAPTER TWO


All I Know,
Is Everything Is Not As Its Sold.
But The More I Grow,
The Less I Know.
And I Have Lived So Many Lives,
Though I\'m Not Old.
But The More I See,
The Less I Grow.
The Fewer The Seeds,
The More I Sew


\"I\'m just saying\" Shouted Hermione fiercley, her hair becoming increasingly fuzzy as her ranting went on. \"It would of been nice of you to tell me where you were going! I was worried sick! I promised Mrs Weasley and Ginny-

At this Harry looked up from his place on the little camp bed on the floor of the dingy little bed-sit where they had taken residence for two days now.
\"Ginny?\"

Hermione smirked knowingly. \"Yes...Ginny. They BOTH made me promise NOT to let you get into trouble-

\"What about me?!\" Asked Ron grumpily, finally taking his head from out of his bed covers for the first time in over four hours. Apparently the lack of doing nothing was exhausting for him. \"They didn\'t say anything about me though, did they? Don\'t want me to be safe-

\"-I\'m sure they did, Ron-

\"-didn\'t even think of telling me they were gonna miss me while I was off saving the world-

\"-Ron its not like they can exactly forget you-

\"-come to think of it, they probably haven\'t even realised i\'ve gone-

\"-Oh for heavens sakes, Ron!\" Hermione shouted, once again at him, with a look of utter annoyance on her face.

Harry could see where she was coming from. She\'d spent over a year with just the two of them for company, and her patience seemed to be wearing a bit thin. It would have been simpler (at times, anyway) if Harry were simply on his own for his quest, as this made it ALOT easier for him to come and go whenver he pleased. Not that he wasn\'t greatful for having them both there...Hermione was a great witch with exceedingly good powers, and Ron...well...Ron was just that; Ron.

Hermione looked pointedly at Harry once more, forgetting that Ron had even spoken to her. \"I made a promise to everyone that i would look after BOTH of you\" At this she looked at Ron with a norrow-eyed stare. \"They are more than aware that you can look after yourselves, but they said that because I am the level headed one out of us, I am the one that should know what your both doing, and WHEN your doing it\"

Harry rolled his eyes. She\'d been so over protective lately, as if one of them was suddenly about to die of something unatural. Then again, after the events of his 6th year in Hogwarts, Harry himself had never taken anything for granted anymore. Life was too short, and no one was safe within this war. Though it seemed that the three of them were safe for the moment, Harry knew there would come a time when they would face mortal peril, or even worse; one of them may not even be here this time tomrrow.

\"So what exactly were you shouting your gob off at Harry for?\" Asked Ron, sitting up in his grungy and moth eaten bed and looking at Hermione through his tired eyes.

\"He thought he found a clue leading to the mysterious 6th Horcrux and decided to check it out\" Hermione informed him impassively, writing on a peice of parchment as she did.

Ron beamed at Harry. \"And? Anything?\"

Harry shook his head, looking defeated. He sat down on the one rusty chair that the tiny room had occupied, and put his head in his hands.

It had been two days that they had been stuck in the two-bed hotel room they had been staying in. After Harry and Ron\'s brooms had made it to the island (which Ron, being so happy about, had kissed Harry full on the mouth in glee) the three of them (Hermione riding on the back of Harry, feeling safer than what she would do if she went with Ron...Afterall....she HAD seen him fly for her Gryffindor team...) came to rest in a little Muggle village just outside of Towyyn. Here they stayed to lay low for a few days, just incase Harry and Ron\'s brooms had been tracked by the ministry. Ron, however, was less than impressed with the accommodations they were now staying in.

Harry had to admit it, the rooms were dank, dark and miserable. But atleast no one would think to look for them in a place like that.
\"\'The Chosen One?\' Live in a place of such squallor? NEVER!\" he could hear them saying in his head. Obviously they had never met the Dursley\'s...

\"So you\'re no closer to finding R.A.B than Ron is of finding his own brain inside his overly thick head?\" Hermione asked him casually.

Ron cast her a dark look.

\"Nope\" Harry answered honestly. Whoever this R.A.B was, he or she was very good at hiding their identity.

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Granger.
Hermione Granger.
WHY did this make no sense to him?

He knew WHY he wanted her...but HOW did he expect Draco to accomplish such a task? Did the Dark Lord forget what a balls he made of his last task?

With a shudder, Draco wrapped his cloak around himself against the cold chilly air surrounding him. The blustery wind against his face made his veins ache for warmth, his body longing for a fire to explode within himself, to warm every inch of his body.
But he was a \"cold-blooded killer\"...warmth did not exist within them.

Draco did not kill Dumbledore...but it was because of him that he had died, of that Draco was sure. For some reason, whenever Draco thought about that part of his life, a tiny ache inside of him caused him to consider a feeling that he had not felt in a very long time.

Guilt.

No one else knew. No one else questioned him about it. Everyone seemed to think that he was simply not bothered by the fact that if it were not for Severus, Draco himself may have had blood on his hands that night.

Did it scare Draco?
It scared the shit out of him.
He was many things, but he wasn\'t a killer...many people thought he was, and he had let them believe it, for his own sake more than theirs. But killing was not something he could bring himself to do.

Not to Dumbledore.
Not to anyone.

He was man enough to admit that he was weak-willed. Though admitting it to anyone but himself would be treason against his own body. He had a duty to do, and he would get on with it...but after that, the matter was out of his hands and he would have nothing more to do with it.

So thats why he was here; Towyyn.
Having high friends in high places had helped him to track down the three Gryffindors. Though admittedly it hadn\'t been easy, as many of his so-called \'friends\' had not wanted to divouch such useful information. Fortunately, Occlumency from His Aunt Bellatrix had worked effectively.

Draco was everything a dark wizard should be.
But as he learned along time ago, he didn\'t have the right heart to be as dark and calculating as he should be.

He worked alone. He was powerful. But he was scared.

The streets before him were hardly lit by the street lamps that would usually guide him. He knew the Muggle world was different, but seeing it from this point of view he realised just how different it really was.
Everything was the same, but different.

Surely Potter could not be living in a dive like this? The streets were filthy, and the houses looked deralict. There was nothing within this street that said that anythin was \'Living\' there.

Draco heard a noise behind him, and turned quickly, wand already raised in his right hand. It was a stray cat. Draco sneered at it. He looked around his surroundings; at the houses in which he believed that no one could live. He saw a few lights on in the windows as he carried on down the street. Muggles sat there inside their homes watching strange 3D shaped squares, with images coming out of them.
He never did quite get that strange Muggle custom. They were vermin afterall.

The house at the end only had the third floor lights on,and Draco noticed, with interest, that there was movement inside.

He stopped outside the gate and looked up at the girl with her back to the window. Her long brown-haired mane had hints of blond in it, giving it a glowing appeal which Draco thought, for a moment, was quite a fetching colour. When the girl turned around to face the window and draw the curtains, however, his eyes widened with glee.

*Bingo* He thought, a grin etching his features.

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