Suspicions
28. Nox

Draco inched along the dark corridor silently, careful not to make a sound. The last thing he wanted was to get caught while spying on his godfather, who he supposedly trusted. Supposedly, of course, being the key word here.

Yet he had to know what was happening, which side Severus was on. Draco knew full well that were he to fail in this mission that the Dark Lord trusted him with in his sixth year, he would most probably never live to see his seventh. And so, although he despised himself for what he was plotting to do, he knew the job must be done. There was something fishy going on between Snape and Dumbledore, he was sure of it, and he would find out exactly what that was so that his plan would not be ruined.

The thin ray of light from his wand illuminated the corridor before him, and as he turned a corner, he suddenly heard voices whispering in the blackness.

“Nox,” he muttered. He remained still as a statue, listening to his godfather confer with the greatest wizard of all, the one Draco was sent to kill. Albus Dumbldore.