You could be someone's friend and ally, like Draco had tried to do with Harry, or you could destroy their life and leave them no other options. Not both.
But then Draco didn't understand what else Harry could be trying.
And a strange thought came to Draco then, something Harry had kept talking about yesterday.
And the thought was: Test it.
You're awakened as a scientist now, Harry had said, and even if you never learn to use your power, you'll always, be looking, for ways, to test, your beliefs... Those ominous words, spoken in gasps of agony, had kept running through Draco's mind.
If Harry was pretending to be the repentant friend who had accidentally hurt someone...
'You planned what you did to me!' Draco said, managing to put a note of accusation in his voice. 'You didn't do it because you got angry, you did it because you wanted to!'
Fool, Harry Potter would say, of course I planned it, and now you're mine -
Harry turned back toward Draco. 'What happened yesterday wasn't the plan,' Harry said, his voice seeming stuck in his throat. 'The plan was that I would teach you why you were always better off knowing the truth, and then we would try together to discover the truth about blood, and whatever the answer was we would accept it. Yesterday I... rushed things.'
'Always better off knowing the truth,' Draco said coldly. 'Like you did me a favor.'
Harry nodded, blowing Draco's mind completely, and said, 'What if Lucius comes up with the same idea I did, that the problem is stronger wizards having fewer children? He might start a program to pay the strongest purebloods to have more children. In fact, if blood purism were right, that's just what Lucius should be doing - addressing the problem on his side, where he can make things happen right away. Right now, Draco, you're the only friend Lucius has who would try to stop him from wasting the effort, because you're the only one who knows the real truth and can predict the real results.'
The thought came to Draco that Harry Potter had been raised in a place so strange that he was now effectively a magical creature rather than a wizard. Draco simply couldn't guess what Harry would say or do next.
'Why?' Draco said. Putting pain and betrayal into his voice wasn't hard at all. 'Why did you do this to me? What was your plan?'
'Well,' Harry said, 'you're Lucius's heir, and believe it or not, Dumbledore thinks I belong to him. So we could grow up and fight their battles with each other. Or we could do something else.'
Slowly, Draco's mind wrapped around this. 'You want to provoke a fight to the finish between them, then seize power after they're both exhausted.' Draco felt cold dread in his chest. He would have to try and stop that no matter the cost to himself -
But Harry shook his head. 'Stars above, no!'
'No...?'
'You wouldn't go along with that and neither would I,' said Harry. 'This is our world, we don't want to break it. But imagine, say, Lucius thought the Conspiracy was your tool and you were on his side, Dumbledore thought the Conspiracy was my tool and I was on his side, Lucius thought that you'd turned me and Dumbledore believed the Conspiracy was mine, Dumbledore thought that I'd turned you and Lucius believed the Conspiracy was yours, and so they both helped us out but only in ways that the other one wouldn't notice.'
Draco did not have to fake being speechless.
Father had once taken him to see a play called The Tragedy of Light, about this incredibly clever Slytherin named Light who'd set out to purify the world of evil using an ancient ring that could kill anyone whose name and face he knew, and who'd been opposed by another incredibly clever Slytherin, a villain named Lawliet, who'd worn a disguise to conceal his true face; and Draco had shouted and cheered at all the right parts, especially in the middle; and then the play had ended sadly and Draco had been hugely disappointed and Father had gently pointed out that the word 'Tragedy' was right there in the title.
Afterward, Father had asked Draco if he understood why they had gone to see this play.
Draco had said it was to teach him to be as cunning as Light and Lawliet when he grew up.
Father had said that Draco couldn't possibly be more wrong, and pointed out that while Lawliet had cleverly concealed his face there had been no good reason for him to tell Light his name. Father had then gone on to demolish almost every part of the play, while Draco listened with his eyes growing wider and wider. And Father had finished by saying that plays like this were always unrealistic, because if the playwright had known what someone actually as smart as Light would actually do, the playwright would have tried to take over the world himself instead of just writing plays about it.
That was when Father had told Draco about the Rule of Three, which was that any plot which required more than three different things to happen would never work in real life.
Father had further explained that since only a fool would attempt a plot that was as complicated as possible, the real limit was two.
Draco couldn't even find words to describe the sheer gargantuan unworkability of Harry's master plan.
But it was just the sort of mistake you would make if you didn't have any mentors and thought you were clever and had learned about plotting by watching plays.
'So,' said Harry, 'what do you think of the plan?'
'It's clever...' Draco said slowly. Shouting brilliant! and gasping in awe would have looked too suspicious. 'Harry, can I ask a question?'
