Disclaimer: Yes all the usual apply... I don't own either Harry or Draco or
any other of the characters of Harry Potter, all of which reside in the
custody of one J.K. Rowling.
It was the scream that woke Harry up. Well, not a scream as such, more of a
grunting cry, the kind of noise a trapped animal makes when it knows that to escape it
may well have to bite it's own leg off or suffer slowly and painfully...and realizes that it
might as well steel itself for the pain because that leg is coming off. Muttering darkly,
Harry glanced at the clock on his bedside table, dimly making out the hands pointed to
the two and the six, two-thirty AM what the hell could possibly be making that much
noise. Grabbing his glasses and his wand, he wandered down the stairs of Grimmauld
place, making sure brushing the picture of Sirius' mother as he stepped lightly down the
steps.
Reaching the bottom of the worn out old staircase, he was suddenly bombarded
with a scene he had most definitely not been expecting, for caught in the arms of Sirius,
Shacklebolt, and Snape was the source of the screaming. Arching his back and obviously
trying to pull his arms from the grip of the three grown men was Draco Malfoy...or what
appeared to be Malfoy, at least. His lips were pulled back, bearing his teeth in a hideous
snarl as he twisted and writhed. His white blond hair was gnarled and his perfect skin
stained with mud and marred by deep scratches.
"Get the fuck away from me, you traitor! When my father hears of this you wont
be able to crawl so much as walk back to beg the Dark Lord for forgiveness!" The
snarling youth bit out at Professor Snape as he attempted to kick his leg out to catch the
man in the face. Grimacing Snape pulled out his wand, only to have that successfully
knocked from his grip. Glancing back at Harry, Snape glowered.
"What are you staring at Potter? Help Black hold Mr. Malfoy still."
"Potter? I swear if you touch me Potter I'll..."
"You'll what Malfoy? Spit on me?"
"You're not even worthy of my spit, you pitiful excuse for a savior. Go find the
mudblood, maybe she help you think of a better insult." Launching himself at Malfoy,
Harry got one good punch in before he was detained, but it was enough, Malfoy was
unconscious, head tilted to one side as blood trickled from the corner of his cracked pink
lips.
"Right then Harry, go back to bed, we'll make sure Malfoy's kept safely locked
up for when he wakes up." Sirius grinned wearily at his godson.
"But wait, what the..."
"Not now, Harry."
*So what do you think? Love it, hate it? I have an idea for continuing it but I need to see if you like the beginning first...review please.
It was the scream that woke Harry up. Well, not a scream as such, more of a
grunting cry, the kind of noise a trapped animal makes when it knows that to escape it
may well have to bite it's own leg off or suffer slowly and painfully...and realizes that it
might as well steel itself for the pain because that leg is coming off. Muttering darkly,
Harry glanced at the clock on his bedside table, dimly making out the hands pointed to
the two and the six, two-thirty AM what the hell could possibly be making that much
noise. Grabbing his glasses and his wand, he wandered down the stairs of Grimmauld
place, making sure brushing the picture of Sirius' mother as he stepped lightly down the
steps.
Reaching the bottom of the worn out old staircase, he was suddenly bombarded
with a scene he had most definitely not been expecting, for caught in the arms of Sirius,
Shacklebolt, and Snape was the source of the screaming. Arching his back and obviously
trying to pull his arms from the grip of the three grown men was Draco Malfoy...or what
appeared to be Malfoy, at least. His lips were pulled back, bearing his teeth in a hideous
snarl as he twisted and writhed. His white blond hair was gnarled and his perfect skin
stained with mud and marred by deep scratches.
"Get the fuck away from me, you traitor! When my father hears of this you wont
be able to crawl so much as walk back to beg the Dark Lord for forgiveness!" The
snarling youth bit out at Professor Snape as he attempted to kick his leg out to catch the
man in the face. Grimacing Snape pulled out his wand, only to have that successfully
knocked from his grip. Glancing back at Harry, Snape glowered.
"What are you staring at Potter? Help Black hold Mr. Malfoy still."
"Potter? I swear if you touch me Potter I'll..."
"You'll what Malfoy? Spit on me?"
"You're not even worthy of my spit, you pitiful excuse for a savior. Go find the
mudblood, maybe she help you think of a better insult." Launching himself at Malfoy,
Harry got one good punch in before he was detained, but it was enough, Malfoy was
unconscious, head tilted to one side as blood trickled from the corner of his cracked pink
lips.
"Right then Harry, go back to bed, we'll make sure Malfoy's kept safely locked
up for when he wakes up." Sirius grinned wearily at his godson.
"But wait, what the..."
"Not now, Harry."
*So what do you think? Love it, hate it? I have an idea for continuing it but I need to see if you like the beginning first...review please.