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Scared
Chapter One
"I swear on my magical soul, with God as my witness --" the female voice was cut off by a rasping, painful cough.
He recognised that voice. He would recognise it anywhere.
"Mother?" he called out in a choked sob.
His prison was too dark for him to see. There was a thin beam of light that filtered into the room from under the door, but that was it. The chain that held him to the wall was tight around his mid-section and throat.
" -- My son," the female voice spoke up again. "If I, Narcissa Amaris Black, do not survive this horrible ordeal. M-my son, his guardianship will be handed to--"
Her words were cut of again. This time not because of a cough, but because of her thoughts. She knew that she only had minutes left of her life to spare, and she would waste them willingly to save her son.
She spoke up again, quicker and willing her voice to be stronger.
"I swear on my magical soul, with God as my witness! If I, Narcissa Amaris Black --"
The handle to the door rattled. A faint glow began to light up the room that had been their prison for many, many weeks. It took seconds for Draco to realise that the glow was coming from his mother. From her mid-section, to be exact.
"-- Do not survive this horrible ordeal. M-my only child, my son, his guardianship will be handed, be rewarded to --"
Narcissa Black said the name of the first beloved person that popped into her mind.
"-- Remus John Lupin!"
The glow was getting fainter now and in the back of Draco's mind, he believed he knew what was happening. His mother was dying, the weeks of torture that had been done to her person had finally taken it's toll on her; body, mind and spirit. She was dying and even though Draco knew it, he did not want to believe it.
"M-mummy, please!" Draco begged. He was sobbing outright, now. "Don't!"
Don't die...
Narcissa smiled and with the faint glow that was coming from her abdomen, Draco looked upon her bloody, bruised face. A face that would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.
"I love you, my son."
The glow of magical energy was suddenly transferred. It was now Draco's body that was glowing and brightly so. Brighter, than even his mother's glow of magical essence.
With the last of her energy, mentally and magically, Narcissa Black whiskered her son to a safer place. A much safer place then this prison, anyway. With a pop, as if by apparition, Draco was gone from the torture room.
Just as the door opened to the room, Narcissa closed her eyes and welcomed death.
--
It was in the late morning on July thirty-first. Harry Potter lay on his bed, still in his pajamas. He was wide awake and staring up at the ceiling. Hermione would be arriving in Ottery St. Catchpole sometime this day. Ron was probably still sleeping...
And Draco and his mother were still missing.
Harry's mum, Samantha Black, had post-poned her studies. She was once again a stay-at-home parent. Sirius, who was also a stay-at-home parent was almost always away in the mornings with Remus. Doing what, Harry knew not, but what Harry did know was that his mother most definitely knew. Problem was, she wasn't telling.
The Summer holidays had gone fine. They took a few family trips into London with the Weasleys. Went to muggle amusement parks, much to Mr Weasley's delight. Strangely there had been no letters from Hermione. Ron had reported that he had indeed received many, but somehow Harry had received none. Mysteriously, it seemed that only Harry's mail was missing.
Now Harry just relied on Ron to post messages to Hermione and inform her of the situation.
Yep, everything had gone fine. Not great, or good. Just fine.
In other words, Harry was absolutely miserable.
Draco was still missing. His father and uncle were barely seen around the cottage. And his personal mail was being stolen.
Not surprisingly enough, Harry was not the only one feeling miserable that Summer. Abigail Black was simply devastated. Ginny Weasley would be going into her first year at Hogwarts, leaving Abigail all by herself.
For the whole beginning of the Summer she had been an emotional pranking demon. Unfortunately, Harry, and occasionally Sirius, would find himself in some kind of goo-covered booby trap whenever they woke up. Samantha was never targeted. Abigail knew that she would be in a world of trouble if she ever pranked her mother.
"Harry?"
His stare faltered finally and he blinked blearily over to his opening bedroom door. His mother, Samantha Anne Black, walked into the room with a laundry basket. She picked up his strewn clothes as she padded to his bed. Sitting on the edge, she kissed his forehead.
"Your breakfast is getting cold."
"M'not hungry," was his response.
Samantha sighed before she stood from the bed. She picked up the laundry basket and balanced it onto her hip.
"Well," she said softly, "then I guess I'm going to have to cancel that party."
Harry blinked. "Huh?"
"I'll tell the Grangers to go on home, too," she smiled deviously, "Mimsy is in the kitchen serving them tea."
Harry tumbled out of his bed in a sprawled mess of limbs and blankets. He struggled to untangle himself.
"I'll just be a minute, mum," he said as he pulled off his pajama top.
The newly twelve year old boy waited for his mother to exit the room before he pulled off his pants. Ever since he came back from school he was suddenly more aware of his growing body and moods.
Harry remembered when he was younger, he would chuck off his robes and run around the back garden in nothing but his socks. Now, at the thought of his twelve year old self running around the back garden in nothing but his socks made him blush in horrific embarrasment. He dressed in jeans and a Chuddley Cannons quidditch shirt before running out of his bedroom door and into the kitchen.
Sitting at the table were the Grangers. Doctors David and Helen Granger. Harry could not help but notice that Hermione had inherited her brown, bushy hair from her mother.
Hermione Granger, who was dressed primly in a skirt, Mary Jane's and a starched flowery dress shirt, sat between her parents. Her hands were folded neatly on her lap and her ankles were crossed. At the sight of Harry, she flung out of her chair and launched herself at the boy.
"Harry," she exclaimed loudly, "I'm so happy to see you!"
Harry spat out a piece of her hair before they let go of each other. "Yeah, 'm happy to see you, too."
"I went over to Ron's home and his mother said that he was still asleep..."
"Don't worry about Ron," said Harry, "Mrs Weasley is probably pulling him out of bed and about now --"
"But don't you think Ron's home is just so fascinating?" Hermione asked, interrupting him in full sentence. "The many advanced Charms and Transfiguration spells that had to take place to keep that house from falling over! Was it always like that?"
"Er," Harry answered, looking bewildered by her hyperactive questioning and persona.
"Oh, Hermione," her mother sighed with a smile, "Do let the boy think before you ask him another question, dear. Though I do agree with you, that was certainly the most interesting home that I have ever seen."
Even as Helen Granger spoke, her eyes were darting back and forth, all around the kitchen. To the broom and dust pan that was making a last sweep up in the corner, the dishes that were washing themselves in the sink, and the clean utensils that were being dried by a bright red dish towel before sorting themselves into a drawer.
As soon as Harry sat down at the kitchen table a plate of breakfast popped out of thin air and landed before him on the table. He sighed down at it before smiling to Hermione's parents.
"Hello," he said, "I'm Harry, Mr and Mrs Granger. Its very nice to meet you."
Mr Granger shook his hand over the table, while Mrs Granger gushed.
"My!" she said smiled widely exposing her extremely white teeth and dimpled cheeks. "They most certainly teach you manners at Hogwarts, don't they? All of the Weasley children are very polite! I was certain that when Hermione came home she would look and act like a hooligan."
"Let's not talk about that now, Helen," said Mr Granger. He smiled over at Harry. "How does it feel to be one year older, Harry?"
"Honestly," said Harry, "I actually forgot when I woke up. It took me a few minutes to remember. I was thinking about..."
He stopped mid-sentence and then stared down at the table. Uncomfortable silence filled the room. The Grangers had no doubt been told about the disappearance of Narcissa Black and her son, Draco Malfoy. The silence was thankfully broken when the back garden door opened.
Sirius Black and Remus J. Lupin walked into the kitchen. Both had grins on their faces. In their hands were many wrapped packages and bags.
Placing the packages onto the floor beside the door, Sirius pranced forward. Yes, pranced, to Harry. He pulled Harry into a hug to rival Hagrid's grip of death. Harry was surprised to be pulled up from his chair.
"Happy birthday, son!" Sirius announced proudly. "My son turned twelve today! Twelve!"
Samantha Anne Black, wife to Sirius Black, walked into the kitchen. She was barefoot and still carrying the laundry basket. It was over flowing with her children's and husband's clothes. Mimsy the house elf was trailing behind her, the look upon her face suggested that she wanted to take over what Samantha was doing.
She laughed. "We know, Sirius. We know. You said so earlier this morning."
Remus let the presents sit onto the floor. "He visited me at the manor and scared the living daylights out of me, screaming the way he was. You would think death eaters were attacking."
"Death eaters?" asked Mrs Granger curiously. "What on earth are death eaters?"
"Ancient history," Sirius said quickly before anyone could say anything else. "Ancient, ancient history."
"Too right you are," Samantha said with a nod to her husband. "Enough of that awful talk, lets all take ourselves to the living room."
The Grangers stood from the table, still confused and curious over the new words they had learned just minutes ago. The adults spoke softly, introducing themselves and so on. They left Harry and Hermione to themselves in the kitchen.
Harry picked at his plate of breakfast as Hermione seemed to stare him down.
"What?" he asked, uninterested.
Hermione tutted. "You know what. Tell me, what does death eater mean?"
Harry waved a hand at her. "I'll tell you later. If my mum hears me talk about it, she'll have my intestines for ribbons."
After Harry finished his breakfast, with coaxing from Hermione, they went to his room. Harry closed and locked it behind them, before throwing himself onto his bed.
"Have you found out what's been happening to your mail?"
Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. "Nope."
"Have you told your mum and dad?"
"Nope."
Hermione scowled. "And why ever not?"
He shrugged. "They've been really busy. Everyone has. Even Abby. She's been practically living at the Burrow, trying to get as much time with Ginny before the girl is off to Hogwarts with us."
Hermione wrinkled her nose. "Who's Ginny?"
The messy haired boy opened an eye at her. "Ron's sister. Didn't you see her at the Burrow?"
"Oh," Hermione said in understanding. "You mean Ginevra! Ginny is a nickname then. Yes, I saw her, and your sister, too. They were in the Weasley garden gathering tomatoes and playing with the --"
Hermione gave out a little shriek. Something was rummaging around Harry's closet. Harry, who had jumped from his bed with his wand tightly clucthed in his right hand, stared at it with wide eyes.
Mumbling something unintelligible under her breath, Hermione dashed to the door, unlocked it and ran out. Harry hoped she was getting one of his parents. He really had no idea what one of her muggle parents would be able to do in a situation like this.
Sure enough, one of his parents came into the room in a hurry. Sirius, with Remus right behind him, had a fire in his eye.
"Where?" he asked Harry.
With a point of a finger to the closet, Remus hurried Harry out of the room, before he closed the boy's door altogether. Sirius and Remus were alone in the room now, with only what or who was in the closet.
With a flick and swish of his wand, and an 'alohamora' charm, the closet door clicked open before Sirius. Surprising them both, a house elf tumbled out.
The house elf, who was not one that occupied any of the Warren-Linney or Black homes, was unfamiliar. It wore a dirty pillow case with holes in corners to allow it's head and arms to stick out comfortably.
It bowed at the sight of the two men, it's nose touching the floor.
"Hello, sirs," it greeted. "I is being Dobby. Dobby is being master Draco's house elf."
What an unexpected surprise this was.
A/N: Here it is! Harry's Second Year at Hogwarts with the world hopping Samantha Anne Warren. Then known as Samantha Anne Linney-Warren and now Samantha Anne Black! I hope you guys enjoy! Please review if you wish! And have you guys seen the Hp and the Half Blood Prince movie trailer?? That trailer looks so awesome! The movie is going to be so dark and angsty! -- JMMendiola