Dis claimer: Miss Rowling is a genius who gets to tuck in her characters at night. I just wanna give them some life whilst she is busy writing. Did I mention she owns ALL the rights to the characters SHE created? :o)
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Warning: It is STILL SUNDAY people. Draco is at school and he is STILL angsting. Will I give him a breather from all the angst? Heehee.
I'm not sure if I am trying your patience here but it would be much appreciated if you would carrying on reading the story. But duh! If you don't want to then that is fine also. Your choice as ever.
I do realise that I am taking this story very slowly. But I felt like showing the immediate weekend through Draco's pov after the attack. In the next two chapters the time will pass quicker. I know I am crawling and if you find crawling distasteful then oh well.
This chapter was originally the beginning piece of a much larger mammoth chapter – but after The Chariot mayhem – I learnt my lesson well – can you tell? ( I rhymed :o) )
But anyway, I thought I should update cos I didn't want to leave it too long as I cleaned up the rest of the dismembered parts of the so called 'chapter' So I hope you kinda enjoy reading. shrugsI liked writing it anyway.
I know that hardly anyone reads these notes but I do like talking a lot so I will continue to ramble on now and again. :o)
*Coffeecat* corrected all the flaws that littered this chapter. Thank you my dear.
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Chapter Four – Dealing with Fates Hand (i)
Draco was perched on the window ledge in their room waiting for Harry. It was early evening and Harry had just finished Quidditch practise. Draco had seen him through the window making his way out of the changing rooms. He smiled to himself as he saw Harry shout out something to Weasel and then run towards the castle. He knew that, within a few minutes, Harry would come bursting through the door. To him.
He stretched out his legs, crossing his ankles first and then his arms loosely across his chest. His bottom was resting on the small ledge and he wore a smile as he could feel Harry's presence grow nearer on the other side of the door.
He was coming closer.
Another few minutes.
Closer.
The door burst open.
Green eyes sparkled behind the glinting glasses and black robes flapped around him.
'Hey,' Harry said breathlessly as he closed the door. A gust of wind accompanied his entrance.
Draco, still perched casually by the window, looked at him with one raised brow.
'Hey,' he drawled.
Harry came closer with a small smile decorating his lips. He licked them as he approached Draco. They both stared at each other as Harry closed the distance between them. Draco uncrossed his ankles but remained sitting, his arms still folded in front of his chest. He could feel the cold air that was still emanating from Harry. He took in the red cheeks and the small pink nose. Harry needed to be kissed, obviously.
They engaged in a mini battle of gazes. They often did that. Stare at each other without saying a word. Draco could feel the heat rise in him and his fingers and lips itch to be connected to Harry's skin.
A minute passed.
Every second filled with anticipation and longing.
And then he could no longer stand it and he relaxed his arms and held them out, immediately feeling Harry rush in towards his embrace. He felt his heart gallop around in his chest happily and tried not to think about the rush of affection that burst through him as he felt Harry hug him tightly. Harry's cold hair tickling his neck, his warm breath tingling his skin, Harry's arms around his waist.
'Have you been waiting long?'
Draco shook his head.
'Not really. I saw you practising through the window. I knew what time you would come up.'
Harry moved his head back and met Draco's eyes.
'You watched me practise?'
'Yeah,' Draco answered back shortly.
Harry raised both his brows.
' I watch you sometimes, when I'm waiting for you.'
A wide smile tugged Harry's lips upwards.
' I watch you too sometimes – when I can,' he told Draco.
Draco felt a pleasant current zoom through his veins. Harry watched him practise. He watched him.
He then felt warm lips press against his own and he tightened his arms around Harry. He opened his mouth further and felt Harry do the same. They had become so good at this, their lips so in tune with one another. Their mouths opened and closed and kissed in unison, like a well-practised dance. Meeting together perfectly in time. Making out with Harry was heaven in itself. They could win an award for kissing.
An Order of Merlin for kissing. First Class.
Draco's tongue sought out its partner, meeting it quickly as Harry poked his tongue out also. Lapping at each other's lips, he felt Harry move slightly out of his arms and straighten out. He tugged at Draco's robes as he pulled him up onto his feet. Their kiss remained unbroken as they moved towards the couch. Lowering themselves whilst trying not to break their joined lips and contain their laughter, they arranged their limbs onto the soft cushions. Draco lying on his back with Harry's body blanketing him. He could feel Harry's smile through their kisses and felt his own smile reflecting back.
Kissing. Kisses. Kiss. K.I.S.S.
Harry's soft lips then slipped down his chin and then his neck, his own hands running a path up and down Harry's back. He was covered in softness and feeling ever so warm. Harry trailed his fingers up Draco's chest as they kissed each other slowly and gently again and again.
Finally Harry lifted his mouth away and smiled down at Draco. When Harry smiled, his whole face lit up and Draco pursed his lips together to stop himself from saying anything that could be perceived as 'corny' – because the salacious words were already forming in his mind. But he could not and would not speak them.
They were silent as Draco removed Harry's glasses and placed them on the armrest behind his head. He skimmed his fingers across Harry's face and stopped to stroke Harry's nose for a while. Harry chuckled and ran his index finger over Draco's brow and brush past Draco's eyelashes.
Draco then lifted his head and pressed a kiss on Harry's forehead. He watched Harry sigh and then sink his head down onto his chest. They both shifted on the couch till they found another comfortable position to lie in, all the while the quiet hush enveloping them comfortingly.
He could stay like this for ages, Draco thought. Not having to move at all. Just like this. Stay.
'Are you tired?' he murmured and Harry gave his neck a small kiss before replying with a,' mmmm.'
' Weasel pushing you to your limits huh? Thought you had more stamina?' he teased.
'I'll show you stamina one day,' Harry said with a laugh.
He looked forward to it…….someday…….perhaps……
His brows creased and he banished the thoughts quickly from his mind.
They lay like that for a while and sure enough Harry was beginning to doze. Draco shuffled lower, manoeuvring Harry gently so that their faces were parallel to one another. Harry's eyes were closed and he was definitely drifting. He moved his hand so that his palm lay over Harry's ear and his fingers sifted through the cool black strands. His smile broke his mouth shape once more and he kissed Harry's lips. Harry sighed again.
He gave him another kiss and Harry,'mmmmed.'
Then Draco began to kiss him more intensely and his kisses nudged Harry fully awake. The green eyes opened with a naughty smile.
And Harry was awake.
Awake…
And Draco slowly awoke with a smile upon his face. Harry was awake. They were in their room and they were kissing…weren't they?
Weren't they?
His eyes suddenly snapped fully open.
What?
He blinked blankly for a second and then the horror of the past twenty-four hours rushed up at him all at once.
Harry.
He'd been dreaming…It was just a bloody dream. He remembered that day so clearly…. And now it was just a dream.
Harry wasn't here at all.
It had been a fucking, shitty, bloody, crappy dream.
This is what he was reduced to? Reliving their memories in his dreams? He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. No, he thought adamantly. They were going to make many more memories together. They would. They had to. They were not in the past – they would have a present and a future. They would. He would see to that.
He looked at the time. It was Sunday. It was midday. He had slept for too long. He had to get news on Harry right away.
He hurriedly tore out of his curtains. He vaguely saw Vincent and Greg standing in the room with open-mouthed expressions, as he rushed out of the door.
He kept his eyes focused towards the exit as he entered the common room. He didn't look around or notice a single person as he approached the wall speedily and slipped out into the corridor in search of Professor Snape. He had been asleep for almost six hours. A lot could happen in that time. He briskly strode to the potion master's office.
'Sir?' he said aloud, not bothering to knock as he opened the door and went inside.
'Draco,' came a curt reply.
Draco closed the door behind him.
'How's Harry? Has there been any change?'
He knew that if Harry woke up, then it would implement the curse and set it on its way, but honestly he would rather Harry was awake…
'Have you found out anything more?'
His professor gave him a displeased look as he set down a number of potions he had been holding in his arms.
'No, Draco, there has been no change.'
'Any more information then?'
Draco swallowed hard and came near to the table that Professor Snape was now standing behind.
'Draco,' Professor Snape said in an infuriated tone and looked up from examining the various bottles.
' I told you I would tell you if there was any further news. Seeing as I haven't done so, indicates quite clearly that there has been NO change or any further news on Potter.' His dark eyes looked coldly at Draco. ' If you are going to insist on darkening my door every hour of the day, I will not take to it kindly. Control your hysterical urges and trust my judgement on when I choose to inform you and when I do not. I gave you my word that I would tell you, and I will. Either you believe it or you don't and, if you do not, don't waste my time further. It is your decision. Do we understand one another?'
Draco glared at him as best as he could and then sighed.
'Yes,' he said brusquely,' fine, all right then. I will control my so-called hysterical urges, but it is only because…'
His teacher continued to glare at him menacingly and Draco felt that this was not the time to spill his heart out to the man. He snapped his mouth shut and Professor Snape inclined his head slightly before turning away and continuing on with his examinations.
Draco stood awkwardly for a moment.
'Are you looking for some potions? For Harry?' He couldn't help but ask.' Is there anything I can do to help?'
'No you can not help me with my given task, but you can help me by getting out of here and behaving like a sixth year Slytherin Prefect that you are. Forget about circumstances that are beyond your control. I would also caution you to keep your head down and not get involved in anything that will bring disastrous repercussions on yourself.'
'You mean about people finding out about Harry and I?' he said.
'Act as you may but I have warned you.'
'I'm not acting!' Draco bristled,' I'm worried sick about him and I feel anxious and horrified and scared… I want to know that he will be ok, that he will fight this and get better.'
Professor Snape's face tightened at Draco's emotional outburst and he glowered grimly at him. 'You would do well to keep yourself in check, Draco. There is only so much impertinence that I will take from you. Now leave, I have work to do.'
He turned his back to Draco and started making notes. Draco smothered an irritated sigh and then left the room. It wasn't that he didn't trust his professor per se; it was just that it was ever so frustrating being here and not being able to actually do anything constructive.
He walked back to the common room and realised that he had run out in his sleep-wrinkled clothes and socked feet. No wonder Professor Snape had had such a disapproving look upon his face. He met curious eyes as people took in his appearance. He gave a tight smile and walked quickly into his room.
'Draco?' Vincent immediately pounced on him as he set foot in the room. 'Where did you run off to?'
'Uhhh,' Draco saw Greg's questioning look and swallowed.' I umm had to tell Professor Snape something.' He went over to his wardrobe and tried to look casual.
' We saw you in the pub yesterday and then you disappeared, and then the teachers had us all come back to school and we couldn't find you. When we woke up you were in bed. Where were you last night? Why didn't you tell us that you were going somewhere?'
Draco shrugged indifferently,' mmm yeah, well uh I came looking for you in the pub to tell you that my mum had owled and asked me to come home for the night. I couldn't find you so I left. It was packed in the pub so…. I just went.' He said it nonchalantly.
'I didn't know you could do that?' Greg said in a wondering voice.
'Yeah you can, you just need your parents permission.'
'Oh,' Greg nodded.
'You must have heard about what happened to Potter right?' Vincent said with relish as if the words were particularly tasty in his mouth.
Draco fought to keep his expression dispassionate.' Yeah I did,' he shrugged again and picked out some clothes from his cupboard.
'Well?' Greg said with bug eyes,' what do you think? The Dark Lord is going to take over soon. It's starting.'
Draco felt a sickening plunge in his stomach. He turned towards his bed and fiddled with his clothes.' Let's not get hasty. He has a long way to go before he….' He couldn't finish the rest of the sentence.
'Yeah but…'
' I don't know, Greg,' Draco turned around and snapped.' All I know is that my dad's still in prison.'
There, that ought to keep them quiet. He looked at Vincent who quietly agreed with a nod.
Greg nodded as well.' Yeah. But not for long I bet. I bet….'
Draco silenced him with a look.' Let's just see shall we? I don't want to get too ahead of myself. Vuh…the 'Dark Lord's' plans have been foiled before. I'd rather not get too caught up in it all you know… Look, I have to change all right?'
He shoved his feet into his shoes as they nodded indistinctly at him. He walked quickly from the room with his toiletries and clothes and into the corridor. Shit, he frowned. This was how it was going to be… he could just see it.
Many of the Slytherin's would be revelling in Harry's attack. They were under the misguided impression that 'their Dark Lord' was some awe-inspiring powerful figure. They didn't know anything. They hadn't seen him. Yet they were blindly following something they did not fully understand. Like sheep following one another. He had done that. For so long. Just gone along with what he had been born into, of what had been expected of him. It had taken something of such hideous proportions for him to open his eyes and make him see what the truth really was.
He sighed as he neared the bathroom. His mind was brewing with a thousand thoughts in his head. Logically he knew that it would be better for him to keep his relationship with Harry under cover – for now. He didn't want any ramifications on Harry while he was still so weak.
He heard voices coming from inside the toilets and decided to use the Prefect's bathroom on the fifth floor instead. Most probably it would be free now at lunchtime. He could take a swim and unwind a little. His muscles still felt sore and he hoped that if he tired himself out, he would be able to sleep reasonably well tonight. Also, most importantly, he would be by himself in the bathroom.
He said the password and the door opened. He quickly shed his clothes, slipped into the warm water and turned on the various bath taps. He rested against the side for a moment, watching the taps spout out scented froth. In his mind, he could not stop picturing Harry's pale face. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back.
He wondered if Harry's family had come down yet. How had he not known that Black was dead? His Professor was a 'spy' for Dumbledore. Harry's hand. The curse.
He ducked his head under water and swam a few lengths. The water swirled and pressed around him, stopping any further thoughts.
Fifteen minutes later he leant against the side again getting his breath back. Finally he hoisted himself up on the edge and reached for his wand.
'Accio towel,' and his towel came zooming into his hands from across the giant tub. He wrapped it around himself and padded over to his clothes. After performing a quick drying spell, he began to dress.
'Helloooo,' came a soft voice behind him.
He turned around and looked at the owner of the voice. It was a ghost, a girl with limp hair and glasses. Draco did not answer her and tucked in his shirt and reached for his tie.
'I said hello,' she persisted as she floated over the water in the tub.
'So what?' Draco said.
'Do you know who I am?'
'Moaning Myrtle,' he answered shortly and pulled his jumper down over his head.
'Moaning Myrtle? That wasn't on my birth certificate. It's not Moaning Myrtle. Myrtle is my first name you know.'
'Whatever,' Draco replied and pushed his arms through his robes.
He picked up his previous set of wrinkled clothes and then eyed her suspiciously.' Have you been here all this time? As in watching me bathe?'
'No,' she answered and floated lazily up to the ceiling.
'Yeah right,' he shook his head.
'You don't believe me,' she said mournfully swooping down near him.' It's because I'm a ghost. People don't believe me because I'm a ghost.'
He didn't think that was the case at all; people didn't believe her because she lied.
'Are you finished?' she asked drifting in front of him.
'Looks like it,' he said and walked purposely through her, feeling an all-consuming chill as he did so. His teeth set on edge as he shook off the sudden freeze.
'Oh,' she let out a cry,' that wasn't very nice.'
'Do you mind?' he said gruffly. 'I came here to be alone.'
'You don't want to be alone,' she looked at him thoughtfully.' Nobody does, not really.'
And with that she vanished through the wall, right through the mermaid's picture that hung there. The mermaid's face grimaced slightly but she quickly replaced her fixed smile once again.
No, he didn't want to be alone. He wanted to be with Harry and if he couldn't be, then he would be alone.
He strode out of the bathroom and slowly made his way back down, immersed in his own thoughts.
The common room was empty. Everyone had gone to lunch. He went into his room and collapsed on his bed. He didn't want to eat, but he did want to see if Dumbledore was back yet.
Sighing inwardly he walked out of the Slytherin house and towards the Great Hall. As soon as he entered, he was struck by the unusual sight of the Gryffindor table that was half empty. There was a lot of hushed conversation in the large room and he felt several eyes on him as he made his way to the table.
'Would you look at them?' Blaise sniffed indignantly as Draco sat down. 'Since news got around of Potter's attack, I've counted eighteen murderous glares towards me since this morning.'
Draco tucked in his chair and reached for the bread rolls.
'Someone from Ravenclaw went for Gower Bevan in the first year. The little brown haired boy who asked you if he could do a spell on his frog to make it stop breathing?'
'Yeah I know which one,' Draco said and buttered his roll as he casually scanned the staff table. Dumbledore wasn't there and neither was Professor Snape. Mcgonagall looked very pale and drawn as she sat talking with Sprout. Everyone was talking.
About Harry.
'What did your mother say about it?'
'Huh?' Draco said trying to evade the question.
'About the attack?'
Draco shrugged,' nothing really.'
'We're going to have to be careful you know. Pansy has already had to calm down some second year who thinks it's time for his calling to join the Death Eaters.'
He looked at the Gryffindor table again. None of Harry's friends were there. In fact, the entire sixth year was absent from the table. Owls were swooping in and out of the hall and there was a thick feeling of general unrest and gloom in the air.
'All the Hogsmeade trips have been cancelled for the rest of the year and we're not allowed out of the grounds. No class trips into the Forbidden Forest and no one is allowed outdoors after five. Dumbledore did a speech this morning. You missed all the drama.'
Drama? Draco felt sick. He watched his bread roll wretchedly. He had buttered it too thickly and now looked at the yellow, congealing spread. He swallowed hard and bit off the end of his roll. It still tasted dry and horrible and God he didn't want to be here.
'Pansy is looking for you…'
'Mmm,' Draco mumbled.
'You okay?'
'Just tired.'
He got up and Blaise looked up at him.
' You're finished? Are you not feeling well? You haven't been eating well at all …'
He glanced at her, thinking why was she being so observant of late?
' I had a huge snack with my cousin at four in the morning. I just don't feel very hungry.'
She glanced at him before he quickly departed the room. He heaved out a deep breath when he reached the Entrance Hall and saw Theodore looking sulky and scuffing the ground with his shoe near the Dungeons door.
Draco silently approached him and heard the thin boy mumble, 'I hope Potter dies.'
On hearing those words, he felt something give way inside of him.
It happened so quickly, but all Draco knew was that he felt fire in his veins and white-hot anger flare up in his body. Within two seconds he had whipped out his wand and muttered quickened words, which sent the thin boy whizzing backwards against the wall. Draco felt his blood boiling as he clenched his fists and calmed his features. He walked over to the wall that the boy was presently pressed against. Actually, Theodore was stuck against the wall. Literally. From the hair behind his head, down to the back of his heels. The boy's eyes widened as he writhed and struggled futilely against the wall.
'Draco?' He sputtered out. 'What have you done?' he asked in a frightened, breathy voice.
'Done?' Draco smirked.' What I have ''done'' actually has to be credited to Vincent. He is the one who taught me this particularly amusing hex. The ''sticking spell'' as it is fondly known in our inner circle.'
Theodore wriggled a little more and he looked quite pathetic as he squirmed.
'Vincent used to stick insects against walls and ceilings. He showed me how to when we were very young. I soon realised that, with a little concentration and remarkable focus, you can stick much larger things against the wall than insects,' he ended softly, his eyes pinning the boy further more with his gaze.
'Let me go!' The boy said angrily,' what's the meaning of this?'
Draco shrugged carelessly.' Well I think it is my duty as a sixth year Slytherin Prefect to watch over the house's well being. And frankly I do not think it is at all beneficial for a sixth year Slytherin to be going about spewing comments, that would look not at all well on the Slytherin house. Why make life more difficult, Theodore? As if we aren't having enough trouble as it is? Have you been awake this morning?'
He raised his brows a fraction, his anger resurfacing again. He wanted to snap the reedy boy's arms and legs into lots of broken fragments. And then step on them hard and crush them into powder. The powder then mixed with the litter for the animals. He could hardly contain himself, yet he was on the outside. He had to.
'So did you think of the effect that your words may have had, had another person from another house heard you?' He tapped his wand lightly on the boy's head. ' Sometimes it does pay to think ahead before you speak. Shall we agree to process thoughts before they tumble out of one's mouth Theodore?'
Theodore looked at him mutinously. His eyes narrowing at Draco's cool and condescending expression.
He drew in his lips stiffly before saying,' yeah ok, fine.'
'Finite Incantatum,' and Theodore's limbs relaxed and he slid down four inches onto the floor. There was fury in his eyes as he moved away from the wall. He gave Draco a challenging glare.
'Fine,' he spat out again before he ran towards the Dungeons door and threw it open.
Draco chewed his top lip. This was not good. He had barely been awake for over an hour and already he had snapped like a twig. Of course the Slytherin's were going to say things like that. Obviously. He was going to have to master his emotions well and good if he had any hope of keeping his sanity and his secrets to himself.
The day was already too long and he still had the rest of the afternoon to contend with. And the evening and then the next day. And the day after that...
With a sudden new thought in his mind, he went down to the common room to the writing desk that was tucked in the corner of the room. He scribbled a quick note and headed back out and up to the West Tower.
He was going to owl a note to his mother. He was sure by now that she had heard of the attack on Harry, though the note did not regard that topic. It was about the Easter holidays that were starting next week. Though it maybe a relief to be away from the other students, staying at school was the best place to get information on Harry's well being. It would prove more difficult for him to receive any updates on Harry whilst being at home. Dumbledore and Professor Snape were here and he could be kept informed daily on Harry's progress. Maybe even visit him again in hospital. Perhaps they would find a cure quickly.
He raced up the numerous stairs. He definitely wanted to remain at school. He just hoped his mother would not contest his wish to stay.
He reached the Owlery and it was only him and the multitude of owls that were perched here and there in the circular room. The harsh midday sun streamed through the glassless windows as he squinted upwards, searching for his owl. There he was. He fumbled in his pocket and drew out an owl treat. He held it out to his owl, who quickly swooped down from his resting area. As it nibbled on the treat, Draco attached the letter to his leg.
'Home ok?' he said softly as he stroked the brown wing with white markings across it. His owl acknowledged his words and immediately took flight from the nearest window. Draco watched after him for a moment and then turned around. He spotted a beautiful snowy owl. Hedwig. She was tucked away in a corner on a low perch looking despondent.
'Hey, Hedwig?' he called gently. She lifted her head and peered down at him.
'Hi,' he said. He dug out some more treats from his pocket and held them out to her.
She eyed him suspiciously but made no further movement.
'Hedwig?' he called out again and she gazed at him, as if thinking thoughtfully and assessing his intentions. He waited patiently with his arm outstretched till it started to ache, but he held it up stiffly nonetheless.
'Come on girl, come here…' he said softly. 'It's ok, come here. Harry won't mind.' He paused. 'Please?'
She soon ruffled her feathers and flew down to a perch near him. He walked over to her and held out the treats near to her beak. She looked at him cautiously with her amber eyes and then slowly ducked her head and pecked at them. He gently reached out and laid hesitant fingers on her feathers. It was the first time he had touched her. She didn't seem to mind so he let himself stroke her soft wing.
Suddenly he felt tears prick his eyes and he sniffed hard and stroked her some more.
'He'll be fine. He'll be back soon ok?' he said reassuring the owl and himself. 'I'll come and visit you.'
He rubbed his eyes, annoyed at himself for the tears that gathered there so quickly. He took a deep breath,' how's that? Till Harry gets better. Ok?'
She fluffed up her feathers again and moved around on the perch, but not too far from his touch. Harry loved his owl, and he wasn't here… Draco felt himself get upset all over again. Hedwig was the closest thing he had to Harry.. He smiled bleary-eyed and cleared his throat.
'You should make friends with my owl. He is the good-looking chap with the large black feathery brows? He's quite friendly. He'd probably appreciate your company. He usually sleeps on that side,' he pointed to the upper left hand side corner. 'So when he comes back, see how it goes…'
He may have felt strange talking to an owl in this way, but it was Hedwig. She was Harry's. Anything of Harry's was dear to him. He'd been so stubborn before and now he was clawing for anything to be close to Harry. And also setting up Harry's owl with his. He smiled wryly at the thought. Well they could at least be friends. It might be nice for owls. They must make friends somehow.
He lightly stroked her head and gave her one last treat.
'Bye,' he said and she flew back up to her corner and tucked her head under her wing, preparing to go to sleep.
He made his way back down and soon he had left the tower behind him, and walked down the long and strangely empty corridors. He missed Harry so much. Just knowing that Harry wasn't even in the building made him feel terrible. At least when he was here, Draco took comfort that they were under the same roof, in the same surroundings. He was near. He was reachable.
And now he wasn't.
This great, big, huge, sodding castle with its grey walls and endless walkways and mazes and nooks and crannies – and no Harry. He couldn't look forward to seeing Harry's face when he went to eat, or bump into him accidentally on purpose. It was all crap.
He felt the familiar whimper start up in his mind again. Harry. His heart hurt. How was he going to do this alone? He hated everything so much. He should be at the fucking hospital, not traipsing around school idiotically and feeling like a nomad. He had no purpose, not really. Just biding his time till he received news on Harry. At school.
It took him slightly longer than usual to reach the ground floor, as the stairs had decided to separate and transport him to an alternative corridor thus making his trip more time consuming but welcome. As he neared the Dungeons, his stomach seized on him once again.
He knew deep down that his nightmare had only just begun.
TBC…
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