Author's Note: Just a silly little drabble I wrote a couple months ago. It's un-Beta'd so excuse my abuse of grammar.
Happy reading! Please Review!
Things That Go Bump In The Night
Harry Potter didn't know where he was. Well, he knew where he was, just not his exact location in that place. Roaming the many halls of Malfoy Manor often brought back to him memories of his late night excursions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There was just one difference. The floors at Hogwarts were all stone. Here at the Manor, however, the floors were all wooden and Merlin how they creaked.
He paused, examining a gruesome portrait that vaguely reminded him of one that was hung in Snape's classroom in his sixth year. He had been trying to find his way out of whatever wing he was in for twenty minutes now. In his frustration of not remembering what the entrance had looked like, he grumbled to himself and kicked at the nearest wall, causing a number of vases to fall off a shelf and shatter loudly. Swearing under his breath and tightening his invisibility cloak around himself, he shrunk back into the shadows just incase a house elf decided to investigate.
Somewhere close in the Manor, a silvery blond boy was startled into a sitting position by a loud noise. Grasping his wand from beside him, he listened intently for another noise. When he didn't hear anything, he set his wand back down and made to curl up to his lover, mumbling, "Bloody House Elves."
His hand hit the mattress. Opening one eye to to look where his lover usually lay, he found a bunched up pillow and cold mattress staring back. The sound of loudly creaking floorboards floated to his hears. Taking his wand and silently summoning a robe, he left the room swiftly with only words in the air behind him. "Bloody Gryffindor. I hope he's in the east wing and the bust of Great Grandfather bites him."
