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Lucius paused for a moment, looking at his son. “Draco, did you see anyone with an aura matching your own?”

“I didn’t have time to look at myself.” Draco pointed out blankly.

“What color was it when you lost consciousness?”

“Black.”

“Just black?”

Draco thought. “Yes. Black, like ebony almost.”

“Then that’s your aura.”

Draco thought again. He remembered seeing someone with a black aura…but no details came to mind. “I can’t remember anyone with my aura.”

“Pity.”

Harry denied the offered lemon drop as he sat down in a plush chair in front of Dumbledore’s desk. Dumbledore was quiet for a moment, as if carefully choosing the correct words to begin.

“There are many things we need to discuss, Harry.”

“Why is Mr. Malfoy here?”

“Not for the reason you are assuming, Harry, I’m sure. He is here purely for family reasons.”

“But he’s a Death Eater-”

“Without a Dark Mark.”

Harry stopped his outburst. “So he removed it—”

“Harry, you cannot just ‘remove’ the Dark Mark. Believe me, Severus has tried a dozen times and nothing works. The reason Lucius Malfoy does not have a Dark Mark is because there wasn’t one there to begin with.”

“How.” It was a statement, not a question, and Dumbledore had been forced to come to a crossroads.

“That is information that cannot leave this room, Harry. But, you have many times not had enough information, perhaps unjustly, so I am now going to trust that you will keep this in utmost secret. Only speak of your knowledge when you know the time is right.” Dumbledore looked at Harry, as if compelling Harry to think about this last statement. Harry nodded.