The Captives
AN: Although this will be a Harry/Draco story, note it may take a while to become so; my attempt at being realistic.
Summary: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco and Pansy are all being held captive by Fenrir Greyback, can the previous enemies learn to get along for the sake of survival?
Disclaimer: These characters were all born and reside in the head of J.K Rowling; I'm just giving them a chance to get out more.
It was dark dank and freezing, for not the first time on his life Harry wondered where the hell he was. He was not, like the many times before wrinkling his nose at the distinct smell of bleach. He was not in the Hospital Wing. He was not, like the once terrible time before, accompanied by only eerie silence; he was not in a graveyard.
Harry opened his eyes. Blurry bleary images greeted him, stone grey walls, and four fuzzy images, one garishly orange, one yet more fuzzy than the rest and brown, one vividly pale, and one a darkest brown.
"Damn it, the boy who lived is alive after all."
A sneer greeted Harry as with a lurch he attempted to sit up.
"You knew he wasn't dead, you said so yourself!" a shrill highly recognisable voice retorted.
"Here Harry, put these on" his glasses found their way onto the bride of his nose.
"Hermione?" he muttered "Where's Ron?"
"I'm here mate" said Ron coming into focus.
Harry's eyes swept the room, behind two concerned faces, none other than Draco Malfoy glared at him.
"Where are we?" Harry mumbled, his whole body he felt, was aching.
"It's not looking good Harry."
"Just after your scar… and you fainted, Ron carried you to the nearest clearing"
"Moments later Greyback found us, now I'm not sure where we are, he stunned me and Hermione, I put up a fight, didn't come of too well.' Said Ron turning his face where three long barley healing scars were prominent.
"We woke up here" finished Hermione "With those two."
Her finger pointed towards the glaring Malfoy and snivelling Pansy, whose face for once was not smiling but terror struck.
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