Disclaimer: The realm of Harry Potter and the characters within are not of my making! They all belong to the lovely J.K Rowling. I only play with them every once in a while. ;)
Chapter One: Present
He sat on the floor, crying as he stared at his bloodied hands. Cried as he thought of what he'd done. Cried as he thought of the one he loved. Of the one he had loved.
"You idiot!" Malfoy shouted, pacing back and forth on the stone floor of Harry Potter's kitchen.
"What else was I supposed to do, Draco? She would be dead if I hadn't pulled her out of there immediately, and I didn't have enough strength to go anywhere else!" Harry screamed back, almost whining in his desperation and anguish. He'd led them here. It was his fault. Just to save a girl he had met once, he had sacrificed the safety of his home, his friends, and his lover.
"You and your damned hero complex," Draco snarled at him. "You don't even know the girl. You can't even tell me her name. And because of this nameless girl," he shouted, gesturing to the other room where the girl lied on the couch, "you sacrificed all of us? Everything important is here. All the knowledge we've gained, all of the resources we've gathered, all the memories we've made. If we can't hold them off, it's gone. All of it gone because of a nameless girl, Potter," Draco ground out. He hadn't stopped pacing, his shoes crunching in the remains of the dishes he'd thrown when the passion had first taken him.
"I knew you were a fool, Potter, but this?" Draco finally stopped and stared at Harry. Out of everyone, Harry knew Draco stood to lose the most. Draco was the only one besides Harry who couldn't run. He'd dedicated his everything to this. He'd poured every ounce of his being into the success of this operation.
And with one stupid decision, Harry had brought it all crumbling to the ground around him.
He reached out to touch the face, eyes still open in shock. His trembling fingers stroked the cooling cheek. He ran his hand tentatively through the soiled hair. Watched as all colored drained away from the beautiful features.
The door flew off of its hinges, slamming into the opposing walls as the intruders finally made it through the wards on the door. They didn't bother yelling for their victims since they knew the victims were already aware of their presence. They just wanted the girl.
The black-cloaked figures streamed through the house in a perfectly seamless, never-ending line from room to room as they decimated all the books, papers, and trinkets of every kind. As they passed into the kitchen, Harry and Draco looked up expectantly, their wands resting the counter across the room. With a few muttered words, curses were flung at the two of them, slamming them each into the nearest wall where they fell unconscious to the floor. Four of the black-clad figures broke from the line, two to each man, and waited for everyone in line to cease moving as they picked up the two men. Meanwhile, the figures took the unconscious female from the couch, doing the same as they did with the men.
There were no others in the house, so the figures shortly filed out of the ancient house, leaving nothing but tatters and shattered pieces in their wake. The six burdened figures took up the rear. The line began vanishing as they set foot upon sidewalk outside of the house.
Author's Note: Hey there! It's Nyki. ^^ I'm a brand new author and this is my debut fic! :D Don't worry about the shortness of this chapter, they get long as we go. ;) I hope you enjoy! Also, thaaaank you to Terra for betaing this chap for me. x3