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As the woman writhed on the floor, Voldemort shook his head sadly. “One would think you would know to listen to me by now, Narcissa.”

Harry jolted awake from peaceful slumber, not sure of why he was waking so suddenly. The boy beside him shifted and pulled him closer against his chest, one wing draping over the two of them, the new feathers covering them and the other feathers that had been shed earlier that night. Harry frowned in the darkness, thinking. He only ever woke up violently like that when he had one of those dreams of Voldemort hurting someone, but because of his bond with Draco he could not see or feel those dreams anymore.

“Harry, why are you awake?” Draco mumbled against the back of his head.

“I think Voldemort was torturing someone tonight.”

“So? Not your problem. Sleep.”

“But I’m wondering who it was.”

“The only way you’d know that is to experience the dream.” Draco yawned. He’d been pulled from his own sleep by the bond. Harry must have been worried. “And that won’t happen, so why worry about it?”

“But what if it’s—”

“Harry, you’d rather dream of Voldemort than me? I’m hurt.” Draco smirked sleepily.

“I don’t dream of you, you self-centered git. Just of your wings.”

“My wings are part of me, Harry. Admit it, you dream of me.”

“I’m not saying anything.”

“Good, so I can go back to sleep now.”

Snape felt the Dark Mark burn and hurried to retrieve his Death Eater robes and mask before heading out of the boundaries of Hogwarts to apparate to the side of “his Lord”.

“Severusss. Narcissa has spouting accusations towards you.”

Snape took in the woman standing, looking more than a little shaken, off to the side of the room. She’d been put under Crucio. He could see the symptoms. “What accusations my Lord?”

“She says you are no longer loyal to me, Severus. She speaks of young Malfoy’s engagement to Potter. What do know about this, Severus? Did you allow this?”

Snape felt Voldemort probing subtly at his mind and he instinctively closed off all memories except for the one moment when Draco asked him for permission to request engagement the second time, the time when Potter’s name had not been mentioned. “He did not tell me who he was going to propose to, my Lord. Had I known I would not have sanctioned it.” He drew up the emotions he remembered from long ago, during the years when he had truly believed in Voldemort’s cause and pushed them towards the surface of his mind.