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The Lost Time-chapter 2
Author: Azure_Blue
Rating: Between R - NC-17, I guess...
Warnings: Slash (of course), H/D pairing. A bit dark and angsty.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine....J.K.R's
Summary:
Harry and his auror team investigated the Malfoy Manor to search some clue about the Horcruxs. But what he found inside the manor is much more complicated then what they're prepared for. HarryDraco slash. Bottom!Draco.
Concrit?: YES!!
The Lost Time
Author: Freyja
Warnings: Slash, Spoilers for HBP
Category: Angst, romance. Maybe a bit dark
Pairings: Harry/ Draco
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, I’m just a poor college student.
Beta: Oliver1234
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“Ouch…what the hell…,” Harry swore as he slowly regained consciousness . Rubbing his sore head, Harry attempted to pry his eyes open. When he finally managed this, all he could do was blink and stare.
The dome in which Draco’s body had stood for years was gone, leaving only pieces of broken crystal scattered all over the floor. “What…how…,” Harry tried to recall what had taken place before he was knocked out.
He'd wanted to break the barrier.
Harry frowned, he knew many people had wanted to shatter the barrier and had already tried in many ways, yet no one's efforts had provoked any sort of reaction from the magically innate dome, not until now.
To protect Draco from the harsh world.
Not many people were willing to protect the spoiled brat, Harry mused. But surely anyone would have to at least feel some pity when they looked at his vulnerable state?
'Only they who want to protect him from danger will able to break the spell.'
The last note Draco’s mother had written before she was killed…
He felt the magic of the crystal dome enveloping him, felt it shake and start to disperse under his hands…
“Oh, shit!”
“He’s gone!” Harry quickly stood, then groaned when a wave of dizziness hit him. He lent on the nearest wall and took a deep breath trying to calm himself. He was sure that Draco wouldn't have been able to move so quickly after being frozen for years.
After his head felt a bit better, Harry slowly walked out of the corridor and the room. He climbed the stairs and stepped out from the hidden entrance in the cupboard.
Harry looked around the room and found that the door had been opened. He walked toward the door, and what he saw there caused him to narrow his eyes. In the dusty floor, there was a trail of footprints leading him to the main staircase. The footprints were a boy's shoe size, and Harry was sure that the tracks had been left by Draco.
Enthusiastic yet anxious, Harry quickly ran, following the trail. The sound of his sneakers thumped against the dusty floor, muting the sound of his fast heartbeat. Harry almost couldn't believe that Draco had actually woken up! He had long before given up hope, when the Ministry declared that Draco was impossible to save. ‘A lost cause,' they had said grimly, looking at Harry with pity. Harry was lucky that although he had known the chances were low, he had kept at pursuing Draco.
After running through numerous corridors and climbing countless staircases, Harry finally slowed his steps. The footsteps veered off into a lone room. The room’s door was opened a bit, and Harry could make out a streak of light that had found it's way inside. Someone had obviously gone into the room, and was most likely still there. Surely, it was Malfoy.
Harry, his mind set with determination, strode forward. Reaching the door, he slowly pushed it open further, trying to make as little noise as possible, and stepped inside.
The room was dim, only illuminated by a single candle placed next to the door. Harry thought offhandedly that this room was probably one of the biggest in Malfoy Manor, by the size of the room and furniture He could just see this room before the wreckage had occurred. Beautiful, and elegant, excessively ostentatious, and comfortable, no doubt a portrayal of the Malfoy’s nobility and wealth. But now, this room was no different from any other room in the manor; dusty, dirty, wrecked, gloomy. Though the furniture still remained in it's original position, none of it was fit to be used.
In the center of the room, an enormous, ruin of a bed stood proudly. The curtain was closed, but Harry could detect faint sounds coming from inside; something alive. Harry slowly pried the curtain open. The sight in front of him was heartbreaking .
A sixteen year old Draco Malfoy, still in his Hogwart's robe, curled up, faced buried into a down pillow. Obviously he was crying and was unaware of another's presence.
“Dra...Malfoy?” Harry called to Draco slowly. Harry had never before been in this type of situation, and was unsure of what course of action it required.
As if jolted, Draco jumped and turned his head. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. He was shaking.
”Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you,” Harry spoke carefully, afraid that Draco was about to turn and flee, or worse, hex him.
Panic, fear, and confusion shone in Draco’s gray eyes. Harry waited patiently for Draco to calm down a bit.
“Who... who are you?” Draco asked timidly. His voice was hoarse from crying for hours. Harry was suddenly fighting a strong urge to hug Draco and soothe him. Draco definitely would not react well to being manhandled right now, and he certainly didn't want to scare him off. Furthermore, how could Draco had forgotten him?
“Don't you remember? I’m Potter, Harry Potter, your nemesis from school ,” Harry smiled wryly. If Draco had amnesia, this wouldn't be easy.
Draco only stared at him incredulously, his expression slowly morphing into one of anger. “Don’t fool around with me! Potter's the same age as I am! How dare you make a stupid joke at time like this!” he shouted , making Harry wince. His headache had returned with force.
“Calm down a bit, will you! Let me explain first!” Harry snapped.
Draco immediately sunk deeper into the mattress. Sighing, Harry massaged his nose bridge, trying to think. “ Malfoy, tell me, what's the last thing you remember before you woke up in the basement today?” Harry asked Draco.
When he received no response, Harry glared. “Well?”
Draco eyes narrowed slightly with distrust, but then he answered the question, albeit a bit wary. “Snape brought me here yesterday. After he... he…,” Draco cut himself off.
“After he killed Albus Dumbledore. Yes, we all know that,” Harry eyes flashed with open anger, making Draco even more terrified. “Then, what happened?” he asked again, harsher than before.
Draco fidgeted on the bed. “After he killed Dumbledore, he brought me here. He told me not to go anywhere and hide until he returned from the meeting. Several hours later, he was back, together with my mum. He didn’t say anything though, but he...err..., he left us alone.”
Harry frowned; he knew Draco was hiding something, but he decided to let it pass for the moment.
“Mum was crying and hugging me tightly, and I knew that there was something wrong. I figured You Know Who must be pissed with me because I failed to kill Dumbledore,” Draco winced and shook his head, “Then mum brought me down there. She told me to stand in the center of a complicated rune pattern she had drawn on the floor earlier. When I refused, she cast a freezing spell on me and placed me there…”
‘Draco, this is for your own good! Be quiet and stand there as I say!’ his mother's face still wet from tears, but her gaze was as hard as stone.
Panicked, Draco shook his head, ‘No! I know you’ll do something to hide me and face everything alone! I won’t hide, I want to be together with you mum! Please,’ Draco pleaded. Now he was also crying earnestly. He Knew that something bad was coming and he wouldn't, couldn't let his mother face it alone.
Narcissa pulled him into a hug, and sobbed into his shoulder, ‘Listen, my son, you’re everything I have now, and I won’t let anyone do any harm to you…So, please understand how I'm feeling... I love you too much to let you die.’ She broke the contact, and in a flash a wand pointed to Draco’s face.
‘Stupefy!’
“…She…she chanted some ancient and complicated spells. I know nothing about them, and then, I…I don’t know…,” Draco voice cracked. Tears trailed down his cheeks. “What happened? Where’s my mum?” he lifted his head and stared into Harry’s eyes.
Harry's gaze turned softer now, as he sat on the edge of Draco’s bed. "…we, oh um... the Auror department and I, concluded that the spell your mother chanted earlier was one involving time magic. It’s an ancient and rare magic that ran through your mother’s blood. It allowed her the power to stop time if she wished..."
Draco’s mouth wavered. “No…”
“And from the looks of it, your mother used that spell to freeze time for you. It’s purpose was to protect you from any harm, Draco. No one could do any harm to you, as long as you were locked inside of the barrier," Harry continued softly.
“No...,” Draco shook his head.
“It’s true Draco.. And judging from the time of your last memory, you must have slept within that time barrier for at least seven years. You might still be sixteen years old, but I, I’m twenty three years old already,” Harry reached Draco’s shoulder to offer him some comfort.
“DON”T TOUCH ME!” Draco slapped Harry’s hand away and took his wand out, “I don’t believe you! You liar! I know you just want to fool me, especially if you’re that stupid Harry fucking Potter! You must have drunk some aging potion and put me into some kind of sick, twisted joke with help from those wretched Weasel twins no doubt! You…”
“Draco! Calm down! I..,” Harry frantically tried to soothe the panicked boy.
“NO! SHUT UP! YOU LIAR!” Draco shouted furiously.
“FOR FUCKS SAKE, CALM DOWN MALFOY!” Harry roared.
Draco’s face turned even paler now. He lowered his wand a bit and remained silent. Harry tried to calm his temper. He took deep breaths and closed his eyes. After a few minutes he spoke again, softy this time.
“Malfoy, try to be be calm and reasonable now. Look at this place, how do you think your manor ended up this way? Do you think I’d go through all of the trouble to set up a stupid and cruel joke like that just to humor myself in the center of a war? Well, no, unfortunately for you Malfoy, I prefer to spend my time and energy to do much better things,” Harry’s voice dripped with sarcasm. He stood and walked toward the window.
Draco, who didn’t know what to say, kept silent and eyed Harry warily. Harry turned, his face dead serious now. “Malfoy, I hate to say this to you. But what I said earlier is all real. And as for your mother, I’m really sorry Malfoy, but we found her body near the spot where she trapped you. She already died. I’m very sorry,” Harry spoke gently.
Draco shut his eyes tightly, “No…I don’t want to believe this…This is not real…”
Now unable to suppress the urge to comfort, Harry moved closer and hugged Draco gently. “I know it’s hard for you, Malfoy. But be strong. Your mother gave up her life to keep you alive, so you should at least try your best to live on.”
Draco tensed when suddenly Harry’s arms encircled him. But when he heard kind words about his mother and felt a gentle soothing motion on his back, Draco found himself unable to contain all of his emotions and proceeded to cry his heart out in the offered shoulder.
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“Are you alright now?” Harry asked.
Draco nodded and took the offered handkerchief. His eyes were red and puffy. Now that he was feeling calmer, Draco began to feel embarrassed for crying like a baby in front of the Golden Boy. He still felt unsure of himself, and was wary about trusting Harry. Hell, he wasn't even sure if this man really was 'Harry sodding Potter', or if it was just some cook claiming to be Potter.
“If you feel better now, we should probably apparate to my house. I don’t think I’m comfortable staying in a dusty room like this,” Harry quipped.
Draco only stared at Harry as if he suddenly had a pair of green horns growing out of the sides of his head. “What? Move to your house? Are you kidding me?”
Harry frowned, “Do you think I'm going to just leave you here? In a dusty wreckage of a house like this? Of course you're coming with me, you have nowhere to go, have you?”
“Don’t be stupid! Why the hell should I come with you? This is my house, and I'm not going anywhere!” Draco snapped.
“Your the ridiculous one Malfoy. You're asking me to leave you, a defenseless sixteen year old boy, here, in a destroyed and unprotected mansion. Don’t forget your status Malfoy, you’re a former Death Eater’s son, an elite one too. How can you think that no one will try to capture or kill you?” Harry replied easily.
“I DON”T NEED ANY PROTECTION, ESPECIALLY NOT FROM YOU!” fumed Draco suddenly grabbing his wand and running towards the door.
“EXPELLIARMUS!” Harry flicked his wand and a second later Draco’s wand nestled within his hand.
Draco was too stunned to say anything. He could only stand and gape at a smug Harry.
“You….you…,” too furious, Draco found he lacked the knowledge to comprise a complete sentence, as his fury was too great.
“You can’t even defend yourself from me, how can you expect yourself to stand up against Death Eaters? Be reasonable, Malfoy,” Harry twirled Draco’s wand playfully, only to irritate Draco more.
“But, you… you attacked me from behind! That’s unfair! I…,”
“And do you think the Death Eaters will ask you for a duel first before throw a hex at you? Don’t be foolish!” Harry handed Draco his wand and walked through the door.
“Where are you going?” Draco found himself panicking. He really didn't understand anything at all. He didn't want to be left alone, and was confused, but he didn't want to go with Potter eithier.
“I’m going to grab my jacket in the basement, and then I'm going home. Are you coming or not?” Harry asked nonchalantly.
Draco looked unsure for a moment. He really didn’t want to leave his manor. He knew that what Harry had said earlier was right, but the manor was the only thing that he had left. It was his only sanctuary. If he stepped outside, into the real world, he would have to give up his denial, and the thought was scary. Maybe, maybe if he called some house elves, they could return the manor to it's previous state. Maybe if he waited long enough, his mother and father would come back. Maybe someday he would wake up, realizing that everything that was happening was only a nightmare.
Maybe…
A few minuted later a triumphant and smug Harry Potter, marched out of Malfoy Manor, a dejected and wary Draco Malfoy dragging behind him.
TBC...
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Hello, hello, sorry for the very long updates! ; I know I’m being a lazy ass, please forgive me…I didn’t want to make you all wait too long for the update, really, but there’s too many things happen to me in this last three months. I were going to a secluded village for a month and can’t find any internet connection there. When I came back, I found my hotmail account were blocked and even Oliver1234, my beloved beta, thought I already dead ; Well, I guess I’ll just try write faster to make up this ;)
Thank you very much, and… Review please!
Or you can find this story at FF.net:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2735908/1/
The Lost Time-chapter 2
Author: Azure_Blue
Rating: Between R - NC-17, I guess...
Warnings: Slash (of course), H/D pairing. A bit dark and angsty.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine....J.K.R's
Summary:
Harry and his auror team investigated the Malfoy Manor to search some clue about the Horcruxs. But what he found inside the manor is much more complicated then what they're prepared for. HarryDraco slash. Bottom!Draco.
Concrit?: YES!!
The Lost Time
Author: Freyja
Warnings: Slash, Spoilers for HBP
Category: Angst, romance. Maybe a bit dark
Pairings: Harry/ Draco
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, I’m just a poor college student.
Beta: Oliver1234
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“Ouch…what the hell…,” Harry swore as he slowly regained consciousness . Rubbing his sore head, Harry attempted to pry his eyes open. When he finally managed this, all he could do was blink and stare.
The dome in which Draco’s body had stood for years was gone, leaving only pieces of broken crystal scattered all over the floor. “What…how…,” Harry tried to recall what had taken place before he was knocked out.
He'd wanted to break the barrier.
Harry frowned, he knew many people had wanted to shatter the barrier and had already tried in many ways, yet no one's efforts had provoked any sort of reaction from the magically innate dome, not until now.
To protect Draco from the harsh world.
Not many people were willing to protect the spoiled brat, Harry mused. But surely anyone would have to at least feel some pity when they looked at his vulnerable state?
'Only they who want to protect him from danger will able to break the spell.'
The last note Draco’s mother had written before she was killed…
He felt the magic of the crystal dome enveloping him, felt it shake and start to disperse under his hands…
“Oh, shit!”
“He’s gone!” Harry quickly stood, then groaned when a wave of dizziness hit him. He lent on the nearest wall and took a deep breath trying to calm himself. He was sure that Draco wouldn't have been able to move so quickly after being frozen for years.
After his head felt a bit better, Harry slowly walked out of the corridor and the room. He climbed the stairs and stepped out from the hidden entrance in the cupboard.
Harry looked around the room and found that the door had been opened. He walked toward the door, and what he saw there caused him to narrow his eyes. In the dusty floor, there was a trail of footprints leading him to the main staircase. The footprints were a boy's shoe size, and Harry was sure that the tracks had been left by Draco.
Enthusiastic yet anxious, Harry quickly ran, following the trail. The sound of his sneakers thumped against the dusty floor, muting the sound of his fast heartbeat. Harry almost couldn't believe that Draco had actually woken up! He had long before given up hope, when the Ministry declared that Draco was impossible to save. ‘A lost cause,' they had said grimly, looking at Harry with pity. Harry was lucky that although he had known the chances were low, he had kept at pursuing Draco.
After running through numerous corridors and climbing countless staircases, Harry finally slowed his steps. The footsteps veered off into a lone room. The room’s door was opened a bit, and Harry could make out a streak of light that had found it's way inside. Someone had obviously gone into the room, and was most likely still there. Surely, it was Malfoy.
Harry, his mind set with determination, strode forward. Reaching the door, he slowly pushed it open further, trying to make as little noise as possible, and stepped inside.
The room was dim, only illuminated by a single candle placed next to the door. Harry thought offhandedly that this room was probably one of the biggest in Malfoy Manor, by the size of the room and furniture He could just see this room before the wreckage had occurred. Beautiful, and elegant, excessively ostentatious, and comfortable, no doubt a portrayal of the Malfoy’s nobility and wealth. But now, this room was no different from any other room in the manor; dusty, dirty, wrecked, gloomy. Though the furniture still remained in it's original position, none of it was fit to be used.
In the center of the room, an enormous, ruin of a bed stood proudly. The curtain was closed, but Harry could detect faint sounds coming from inside; something alive. Harry slowly pried the curtain open. The sight in front of him was heartbreaking .
A sixteen year old Draco Malfoy, still in his Hogwart's robe, curled up, faced buried into a down pillow. Obviously he was crying and was unaware of another's presence.
“Dra...Malfoy?” Harry called to Draco slowly. Harry had never before been in this type of situation, and was unsure of what course of action it required.
As if jolted, Draco jumped and turned his head. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. He was shaking.
”Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you,” Harry spoke carefully, afraid that Draco was about to turn and flee, or worse, hex him.
Panic, fear, and confusion shone in Draco’s gray eyes. Harry waited patiently for Draco to calm down a bit.
“Who... who are you?” Draco asked timidly. His voice was hoarse from crying for hours. Harry was suddenly fighting a strong urge to hug Draco and soothe him. Draco definitely would not react well to being manhandled right now, and he certainly didn't want to scare him off. Furthermore, how could Draco had forgotten him?
“Don't you remember? I’m Potter, Harry Potter, your nemesis from school ,” Harry smiled wryly. If Draco had amnesia, this wouldn't be easy.
Draco only stared at him incredulously, his expression slowly morphing into one of anger. “Don’t fool around with me! Potter's the same age as I am! How dare you make a stupid joke at time like this!” he shouted , making Harry wince. His headache had returned with force.
“Calm down a bit, will you! Let me explain first!” Harry snapped.
Draco immediately sunk deeper into the mattress. Sighing, Harry massaged his nose bridge, trying to think. “ Malfoy, tell me, what's the last thing you remember before you woke up in the basement today?” Harry asked Draco.
When he received no response, Harry glared. “Well?”
Draco eyes narrowed slightly with distrust, but then he answered the question, albeit a bit wary. “Snape brought me here yesterday. After he... he…,” Draco cut himself off.
“After he killed Albus Dumbledore. Yes, we all know that,” Harry eyes flashed with open anger, making Draco even more terrified. “Then, what happened?” he asked again, harsher than before.
Draco fidgeted on the bed. “After he killed Dumbledore, he brought me here. He told me not to go anywhere and hide until he returned from the meeting. Several hours later, he was back, together with my mum. He didn’t say anything though, but he...err..., he left us alone.”
Harry frowned; he knew Draco was hiding something, but he decided to let it pass for the moment.
“Mum was crying and hugging me tightly, and I knew that there was something wrong. I figured You Know Who must be pissed with me because I failed to kill Dumbledore,” Draco winced and shook his head, “Then mum brought me down there. She told me to stand in the center of a complicated rune pattern she had drawn on the floor earlier. When I refused, she cast a freezing spell on me and placed me there…”
‘Draco, this is for your own good! Be quiet and stand there as I say!’ his mother's face still wet from tears, but her gaze was as hard as stone.
Panicked, Draco shook his head, ‘No! I know you’ll do something to hide me and face everything alone! I won’t hide, I want to be together with you mum! Please,’ Draco pleaded. Now he was also crying earnestly. He Knew that something bad was coming and he wouldn't, couldn't let his mother face it alone.
Narcissa pulled him into a hug, and sobbed into his shoulder, ‘Listen, my son, you’re everything I have now, and I won’t let anyone do any harm to you…So, please understand how I'm feeling... I love you too much to let you die.’ She broke the contact, and in a flash a wand pointed to Draco’s face.
‘Stupefy!’
“…She…she chanted some ancient and complicated spells. I know nothing about them, and then, I…I don’t know…,” Draco voice cracked. Tears trailed down his cheeks. “What happened? Where’s my mum?” he lifted his head and stared into Harry’s eyes.
Harry's gaze turned softer now, as he sat on the edge of Draco’s bed. "…we, oh um... the Auror department and I, concluded that the spell your mother chanted earlier was one involving time magic. It’s an ancient and rare magic that ran through your mother’s blood. It allowed her the power to stop time if she wished..."
Draco’s mouth wavered. “No…”
“And from the looks of it, your mother used that spell to freeze time for you. It’s purpose was to protect you from any harm, Draco. No one could do any harm to you, as long as you were locked inside of the barrier," Harry continued softly.
“No...,” Draco shook his head.
“It’s true Draco.. And judging from the time of your last memory, you must have slept within that time barrier for at least seven years. You might still be sixteen years old, but I, I’m twenty three years old already,” Harry reached Draco’s shoulder to offer him some comfort.
“DON”T TOUCH ME!” Draco slapped Harry’s hand away and took his wand out, “I don’t believe you! You liar! I know you just want to fool me, especially if you’re that stupid Harry fucking Potter! You must have drunk some aging potion and put me into some kind of sick, twisted joke with help from those wretched Weasel twins no doubt! You…”
“Draco! Calm down! I..,” Harry frantically tried to soothe the panicked boy.
“NO! SHUT UP! YOU LIAR!” Draco shouted furiously.
“FOR FUCKS SAKE, CALM DOWN MALFOY!” Harry roared.
Draco’s face turned even paler now. He lowered his wand a bit and remained silent. Harry tried to calm his temper. He took deep breaths and closed his eyes. After a few minutes he spoke again, softy this time.
“Malfoy, try to be be calm and reasonable now. Look at this place, how do you think your manor ended up this way? Do you think I’d go through all of the trouble to set up a stupid and cruel joke like that just to humor myself in the center of a war? Well, no, unfortunately for you Malfoy, I prefer to spend my time and energy to do much better things,” Harry’s voice dripped with sarcasm. He stood and walked toward the window.
Draco, who didn’t know what to say, kept silent and eyed Harry warily. Harry turned, his face dead serious now. “Malfoy, I hate to say this to you. But what I said earlier is all real. And as for your mother, I’m really sorry Malfoy, but we found her body near the spot where she trapped you. She already died. I’m very sorry,” Harry spoke gently.
Draco shut his eyes tightly, “No…I don’t want to believe this…This is not real…”
Now unable to suppress the urge to comfort, Harry moved closer and hugged Draco gently. “I know it’s hard for you, Malfoy. But be strong. Your mother gave up her life to keep you alive, so you should at least try your best to live on.”
Draco tensed when suddenly Harry’s arms encircled him. But when he heard kind words about his mother and felt a gentle soothing motion on his back, Draco found himself unable to contain all of his emotions and proceeded to cry his heart out in the offered shoulder.
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“Are you alright now?” Harry asked.
Draco nodded and took the offered handkerchief. His eyes were red and puffy. Now that he was feeling calmer, Draco began to feel embarrassed for crying like a baby in front of the Golden Boy. He still felt unsure of himself, and was wary about trusting Harry. Hell, he wasn't even sure if this man really was 'Harry sodding Potter', or if it was just some cook claiming to be Potter.
“If you feel better now, we should probably apparate to my house. I don’t think I’m comfortable staying in a dusty room like this,” Harry quipped.
Draco only stared at Harry as if he suddenly had a pair of green horns growing out of the sides of his head. “What? Move to your house? Are you kidding me?”
Harry frowned, “Do you think I'm going to just leave you here? In a dusty wreckage of a house like this? Of course you're coming with me, you have nowhere to go, have you?”
“Don’t be stupid! Why the hell should I come with you? This is my house, and I'm not going anywhere!” Draco snapped.
“Your the ridiculous one Malfoy. You're asking me to leave you, a defenseless sixteen year old boy, here, in a destroyed and unprotected mansion. Don’t forget your status Malfoy, you’re a former Death Eater’s son, an elite one too. How can you think that no one will try to capture or kill you?” Harry replied easily.
“I DON”T NEED ANY PROTECTION, ESPECIALLY NOT FROM YOU!” fumed Draco suddenly grabbing his wand and running towards the door.
“EXPELLIARMUS!” Harry flicked his wand and a second later Draco’s wand nestled within his hand.
Draco was too stunned to say anything. He could only stand and gape at a smug Harry.
“You….you…,” too furious, Draco found he lacked the knowledge to comprise a complete sentence, as his fury was too great.
“You can’t even defend yourself from me, how can you expect yourself to stand up against Death Eaters? Be reasonable, Malfoy,” Harry twirled Draco’s wand playfully, only to irritate Draco more.
“But, you… you attacked me from behind! That’s unfair! I…,”
“And do you think the Death Eaters will ask you for a duel first before throw a hex at you? Don’t be foolish!” Harry handed Draco his wand and walked through the door.
“Where are you going?” Draco found himself panicking. He really didn't understand anything at all. He didn't want to be left alone, and was confused, but he didn't want to go with Potter eithier.
“I’m going to grab my jacket in the basement, and then I'm going home. Are you coming or not?” Harry asked nonchalantly.
Draco looked unsure for a moment. He really didn’t want to leave his manor. He knew that what Harry had said earlier was right, but the manor was the only thing that he had left. It was his only sanctuary. If he stepped outside, into the real world, he would have to give up his denial, and the thought was scary. Maybe, maybe if he called some house elves, they could return the manor to it's previous state. Maybe if he waited long enough, his mother and father would come back. Maybe someday he would wake up, realizing that everything that was happening was only a nightmare.
Maybe…
A few minuted later a triumphant and smug Harry Potter, marched out of Malfoy Manor, a dejected and wary Draco Malfoy dragging behind him.
TBC...
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Hello, hello, sorry for the very long updates! ; I know I’m being a lazy ass, please forgive me…I didn’t want to make you all wait too long for the update, really, but there’s too many things happen to me in this last three months. I were going to a secluded village for a month and can’t find any internet connection there. When I came back, I found my hotmail account were blocked and even Oliver1234, my beloved beta, thought I already dead ; Well, I guess I’ll just try write faster to make up this ;)
Thank you very much, and… Review please!
Or you can find this story at FF.net:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2735908/1/