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Chapter 3: Wait
A figure sat at the edge of the bar, cloaked in deep purple. Knuckles white, the man's right hand clenched his mug tightly. If his eyes could kill and hand, strangle the one in his sights, Harry James Potter would be dead. The wooden bar stool creaked under his tensing body. Silver-blond hair peaked out from the cloak's hood. Silver-grey eyes peered from the shadows. Hurt. Angry. Soul covered in scars.
Harry Potter finished his beef stew. His very presence in the pub brought with it a celebratory atmosphere. Victory; good had triumphed. And even those who had lost loved ones had faces lit up with the glow of ease in peaceful times. It was more than the watcher could stand. Draco Malfoy's bar stool made little noise as he carefully rose. Five Sickles left on the counter; the Malfoy heir ascended the stairs with purpose. The second floor… that's where he would start.
"Accio Harry Potter's trunk" Draco mumbled quietly. A loud, dull thunk sounded as the door to number eleven was hit to his right. He had found Harry's room. "Alohamora", the door unlocked and opened with a click. The trunk lay behind it, blocking the intruder's way. "Wingardium Leviosa" cast the blond wizard with ease.
Standing inside Harry's room, Draco felt the forbidden energy – the rush of secretly violating his enemy's space. But there was no time to dwell on that feeling. Malfoy locked the door behind him and let the trunk down in front of Harry's bed – the obvious place considering the habits of Hogwarts boys. There was still one more thing to do before he would be ready to take revenge.
Koiame: I hope you enjoyed! Keeping the chapters short in order to keep me motivated. Thank you everyone for reading. More will hopefully be on its way. Please feel free to check out some of my other stories in the mean time and review. Thank you!
