Fels: Thanks!! Week Ten: Draco Malfoy Captain Draco Malfoy was the leader of his little cohort; the captain, if you will. He led them?not just Crabbe and Goyle, but all the boys?and girls?who hung with their little group. The Slytherins, the special ones. The heirs to a dark power. Draco relished in his power over them every chance he got. He liked the adoring looks, the way they all turned to him for a solution, no matter the problem. He liked being hero-worshipped. He would never admit it to anyone?not even himself?but there were days he envied Harry Potter all those fans. Pilot Because Draco was the leader, he was at the forefront of every plan. He taunted Potter?s crew, he set up a fake duel to get the kid caught, he joined the Slytherin Quidditch team as a Seeker. (He tried not to think about how many of his reactions revolved around Potter.) And when the Dark Lord called, he answered, and took his followers with him. He led them right up to the very gates of power, but even though he had Crabbe and Goyle stand guard, he never let them in. The night Dumbledore was killed, Draco Malfoy stood alone. Mechanic Draco was no mechanic; he, a pureblood wizard, would never lower himself so far. But the Dark Lord had chosen him for this special task. Now he only had to fix the vanishing cabinet, and he would be forever remembered and honored. If only he could fix the damn thing. He spent all year working on it. Every chance he got, he stole up to the Room of Requirement, intent on his task. He ignored Dumbledore?s looks and Snape?s nosiness; he even ignored his friends, his studies?and Potter. This task was set to him alone, and he would finish. Mercenary Draco knew the Dark Lord wouldn?t send any but his favorites to invade the castle; there would be no grubby mercenaries, just highly trained professionals. And it was Draco?s job to end the headmaster?s life. He tried not to think about it. He would do his duty. After all, what had Dumbledore ever done for him? He?d just favored bloody Potter. But when the time came, Draco found that his wand hand was shaking as he pointed it. He couldn?t do it. After all his preparation and determination, he couldn?t do it. He couldn?t kill. But Snape would never tell. Serenity The middle of a war-torn battlefield was a strange time to feel any sort of joy or relief, but when Draco?s mother put her arms around him and Lucius patted his son?s back, Draco could barely move. ?It will be all right,? Narcissa whispered, and Draco nodded, trusting his mother. He had fought on the wrong side. He had fought on the wrong side for a long time, and he?d known that since the night Dumbledore died, but there had been no escape. Draco didn?t know if there would ever be, but for a few moments, he was at peace.