Oh hai there!
so it's been a while since I've uploaded let along written anything, all my ongoing stories have sort of been on a hiatus but for those of you reading my user name and thinking Oi! b***ch! Update 'Playing House' ~ I will real soon, I've just been so busy looking at universities and trying to write up a decent personal statement (this is why you shouldn't try and get into top universities! there's so much competition for a space!)
Speaking of universities, I know I'm a review Hoe ~ I do know this, but this time I'm going to be switching it up! You see I'm planning to have a bumper weekend of updates, this here story is in three parts and of course there always 'PH' so this time rather than demanding a certain amount of reviews, I'm going to beg for your votes/likes for this picture on the link below.
Basically it's the creative piece to go alongside a lip-gloss by a makeup brand called 'Lime Crime' I entered the category for 'Golden ticket' The lip gloss is gold ~ really gold. I personally think my piece suits the lip-gloss best. If it was down to people who have some form of interest in 'Lime Crime' products~ I'd indefinitely win. The first day voting was available I got 80 likes from people i didn't know. My competition got around 20 each. BUT OH NO! lets allow people to get their friends involved. Now it's a case of whose got more friends. which sucks big time. ~ it's so wrong, seriously!
Anyway, I vouching to you, my readers if you would please support my work to win this contest by liking my work (and preferably avoiding liking my category competitors work because that'd be detrimental to me) so that I can win this contest, give my sister some awesome makeup that I can't afford as a Christmas present and have something to put as an achievement to hopefully get me into the university of my dreams:
Thank you so much if you do, here's the link, please delete the spaces:
http : / / www. facebook. com / photo. php? fbid= 10150385189463167 & set = a. 10150385185473167 .358734 .179333798166 &type = 3& theater
Reviews are lovely, I hope you like the story (and my art) chapters two and three will be posted on Saturday and Sunday respectively.
This chapter is pretty mild but story is rated M due to future language, smut, violence, disturbing themes, and other things besides
I disclaim I don't own HP or anything of the HP verse
"Good morning Harry!" Kingsley greeted cheerily, entering the room and standing behind his chair whilst Harry sort of nodded apathetically and carded a hand through his hair, mussing it from it's previously quite tame appearance. "Are you ready to go?"
The dark haired man adjusted his glasses, that were new, unbroken and rectangular lensed compared against his old dorky circular ones, "I suppose, but Kingsley, seriously, how can you be so interested in going?" He asked whilst sighing, getting up and following the older man towards what could only be a Port-key.
"Because, Harry, whilst I know you don't want to have anything to do with it anymore. For me it reminds me that my family and friends are and will be safe." He finished and smiled before they grasped the Port-key together and were pulled through the suction portal it produced.
Azkaban prison was its usual grim, depressing self and as soon as they appeared in the centre of the large stone courtyard they were instantly hit by freezing sleet and hail, numbing sub zero wind and unforgiving sea spray.
A short scraggy man, dressed in rag like clothes and with a few teeth missing and warts on his face - a stereotypical jailer, came to meet them before he led the way into the giant fortress which was only better than the outside on the premise it wasn't quite so open to the elements.
"Minister Shacklebolt, Lord Potter," he groused in a gruff voice, already walking off, " Please follow me and I'll take you to the death eater level." They both followed alongside one another, walking for what seemed like hours, winding through many, many corridors and down hundreds of stairs to levels deep below the sea, perhaps to the sea floor. Until they reached a level where the air was still and stale and a giant steel door blocked their path, the man stepped up to it and opened it with an obnoxious amount of spells…and then…they were in.
Nothing much changed but if anything the air seemed more sterile and soon enough they were greeted by what looked like a healer and to Harry, he had what could only be described as cruel eyes. "Kingsley, Mr Potter, to what do we owe this visit?" He drawled with a smarmy tone and Harry felt his teeth naturally clench. Talk about instant dislike for someone.
"Good day Mr Wortech. Harry and I are simply here to inspect the new security measures. As I'm sure your aware Harry is to give a speech to reassure the public in a few weeks so I wanted to show him first hand so he isn't talking without background knowledge." Kingsley clarified, still smiling even as a medi-witch who looked completely out of place in a prison tentatively walked towards them, looking nervously at the unpleasant healer.
"Clive." She hissed but the man clearly and deliberately ignored her, directly turning to Harry who was now scowling at him.
"Well Harry," He started, using his first name as if he was welcome to, "We have improved our security tenfold and any patients considered an escape risk are sedated-"
"Clive!" The medi-witch interrupted in a high voice that was laced with high strung nerves.
"What, Jane?" 'Clive' practically seethed barely managing to reign in his anger, Harry raised an eyebrow.
She looked nervously again - first to Harry and the minister - then back to her superior. "Malfoy's missing."
'Clive' went sheet white, the stupid smarmy smile wiped off his face and awkwardly he turned to Harry and Kingsley but that was no longer the 'boy- who-lived's concern. "Lucius Malfoy is dead." Harry stated bluntly before turning to Kingsley with a dark look. Said man was deliberately avoiding his gaze. "You told me, promised me they'd be taken somewhere safe." He spat, feeling blind fury run through him.
"This is a safe place." Clive decided it was a good idea to give out some spiel.
Harry quickly rounded on him. "Yeah right, it's safe alright, after all these aren't simply convicts, they're patients."
"Well, we-"
"No, you said it yourself, you called them patients and you said you sedate them. Also you and your nurses are dressed in hospital overalls. I'm not stupid so don't insult me. This place isn't safe and generally I couldn't give a flying fuck about any of the death eaters. But Draco Malfoy is not one of them, he's meant to be living out the rest of his days somewhere in Europe, not here being tested on, even if he is a git." Harry hissed and glared at the healer and then Kingsley.
"We found him!" A nurse called from down the corridor with a somewhat relieved expression and before he could particularly think about it, Harry was striding down after her, much to Clive's vocal displeasure and the nurses shock.
He entered a room where several nurses were sat, drinking piping hot drinks and eating sweet cakes and biscuits, otherwise a perfectly normal scene of nurses on their break, if it wasn't for the other presence in the room.
The blonde, Harry couldn't even really class him as Malfoy because if he was honest he wasn't absolutely sure, was sitting quietly in one of the seats, shakily drinking from a cup and saucer. Blonde tresses so long they covered over his face and most of his body, along with the grey hospital like gown that was covering him to his knees. The limbs however gave away all the frailty along with the quiet, constant shaking.
Kingsley and Wortech sidled beside him and both tensed at the sight of the blonde and whilst on autopilot Harry strode forward until he was barely half a metre away and then knelt down on the floor so that he was somewhat on eye level.
The blonde twitched and the simple china he held clattered as it hit the saucer and then began to ring as he quivered in what appeared to be some sort of nervous twitch. Gently and very slowly Harry slid his hands towards the empty porcelain and somewhat grasped it. Slightly in contact with cold fingers that cowered away and completely backed off the now empty implements and were then drawn up to the chest.
Dutifully, Harry removed the teacup and saucer, placing it on the nearby table before returning to his post.
"Malfoy?" He questioned as softly as he could with as most sincerity as he could muster and waited for a response if there was to be one. Just when he was about to give up on whatever he was after, a lax hand tentatively was raised in his direction before it was turned wrist up revealing three things that turned his blood cold.
A conviction number ~ branded in via some form of burning
The blonde's full name ~ marked in a similar way
And worst of all:
Some form of plug thing, unbelievably similar to the syringe attachment for a muggle linked to a drip.
Gently he slid a hand underneath the frail alabaster one before it was withdrawn.
"Malfoy is coming with me."
One last time: here's the link: http : / / www. facebook. com / photo. php? fbid= 10150385189463167 & set = a. 10150385185473167 .358734 .179333798166 &type = 3& theater
Reviews are still most welcome and will be greatly received ~ till tomorrow~
Hollita x