"Do chocolate frogs dream?"

Dracos' friends flashed him bewildered looks.

The pale faced seventeen year old boy sat contemplating the small candy in his hand with unblinking dark circled eyes.

"Are you mad? Of course not." Crabbe replied.

"It's only a sweet that moves. Just made to be eaten." Goyle added.

Only a few of the words his followers spoke seemed to reach the thoughtful Draco, beads of sweat forming below his dirty blonde hair.

"Do you think it knows right before it's eaten? Do you think...it hurts?"

"The Dark Lord will see you now, Boy." A voice announced.