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Harry lay still in his cupboard, making sure that he didn't make a noise as he waited for his Aunt and Uncle to go to bed. They hated it when he made noise but it was getting harder and harder to do as he grew. His Uncle said that they were feeding him too much and that was why he couldn't fit in it properly. He sighed a breath of relief when he heard his relatives finally settle in for the night. Now he could relax comfortable and not have to hold himself in this tense position any longer.
As he did every night he looked out the little window he had drawn with the first pieces of chalk he had ever found. It had taken all of the little pieces to create the window but it was still very precious to him. He knew that it wasn't a real window of course. He just like to look at it as he fell asleep and pretend that it was real. Sometimes if he looked at it long enough he would dream about what having a view would look like. A large window with luxurious curtains that would block out the light if he chose. The view would be of a large lush garden with a beautiful fountain and dazzling colors of flowers.
He knew all about flowers from taking care of his Aunt's. He dreamed of the different types of flowers that could be there. Sunflowers that would follow the Sun's light throughout the day. There would be pretty little Pansies, Irises, and all of his other favorites, morning glories that would bloom with the dawn and night flowers that would bloom under the moon. He would dream all about these beautiful gardens until he was forced to wake up for another day.
Sometimes he didn't dream about the window. Sometimes he dreamed about fine clothes and plenty of warm food. Of little creatures who would do all the work that he didn't want to do. One of his favorite things to dream about besides a garden would be a large bed that was so soft he would sink deep into it like warm hug. Just dreaming about these things made him feel a little hope. Of course the disappointment was always hard first thing in the morning. But he would think to himself 'there's more to life than this…I won't always be here.'
That hope had begun to fade as he grew older and nothing changed. When he was little he used to believe that if he did everything like his Aunt and Uncle wanted they would have to start liking him…at least a little. Unfortunately as he grew older they just found new problems with him. They hated him for new things that he couldn't prevent. Like his hair. His relatives hated his hair but what could he do about it?
It was a few days ago, a hot day, in the garden and he had been working hard on keeping his precious blooms alive when a new form of hope revealed itself to him. A boy who seemed so familiar to him promised him that he would soon be free. He sometimes dreamed about this boy. He was the one who lived in the nice house with the big bed and beautiful garden. When his Aunt had yelled at him for talking to himself he had almost decided to give up completely. However that night he dreamed of the boy again, and he was working on ways to bring Harry to where he was! What he said was true…soon…so very soon he would be free.
At the Malfoy house Altair was feeling the same burning anticipation. Soon Harry would be free and he would no longer have to endure the cruel life those horrid muggles forced him to live. He would make sure they paid. He would find a way and he was sure his father wouldn't forbid him. His first priority was to get Harry out of there. Then he would focus on his revenge.
Everything was prepared to perfection. Harry's room was arranged as nicely as Altair and Draco could get it. They only hoped that it would make Harry feel at home. His father had said that Altair was too young to come with the rescue team. This was for necessities sake as the team was very small, but he would be the first to welcome Harry home.
Finally the night arrived. His father, Severus and, surprisingly enough, his mother comprised the rescue team. He had worried about his mother going. He had assumed that she was too lady like to take part in such a mission. However she had been proud to inform him that before she had married and given birth she had taken part in many missions. She was going along to comfort Harry if he should need it as well as for her stealth skills. They had assumed Harry would be more responsive to a mother figure if he became distressed.
The thought that his mother would be there to comfort Harry relieved him and he peacefully watched them go. He took his spot by the window that had become his lurking place and anticipated their return.
He was not the only one who was on edge that night. Draco of course was nervous about having a second brother, but he was encouraged to go to bed since they did not want to overwhelm Harry to soon. He managed to eventually fall asleep wondering what new sort of family he would awake to.
So the other restless soul was not Draco. No. It was the Dark Lord. He too stared outside the window awaiting his inner circle's return. He knew they would not fail him, there was too much at risk. His only worry lay with the one whom they were rescuing. He had no doubt that Harry would be eternally grateful to whoever saved him. Such as he had been when Dumbledore had come to the orphanage and explained why he was so different from other boys.
In a way young Harry would be like a duckling hatching out of its egg for the first time. He would trust implicitly anything they told him, a golden type of trust that you could not get once lost. That was what he would have to be most careful of. Dumbledore could be wickedly clever in manipulation, he would have to be sure that there were no holes for him to work his way through.
He did sincerely believe that he was rescuing Harry, no child should ever be left in the situation that he had been forced to endure. He also intended to teach him his ideals and beliefs. They weren't wrong as they would have prevented many situations similar to his and Harry's. He knew that it was all sound and with Harry's brother by his side why would the boy ever betray him? They were going to give him everything. Still…the worry continued to ebb inside of him. What solution could he conjure?
In his small Cupboard Harry had just drifted to sleep. He was able to accumulate enough body heat to be warm under his thin baby blanket. Dudley always made fun of how much he treasured it. He called him a baby but he just couldn't let it go. It was the only thing he had of his real family… he would keep it until it turned into dust.
His light sleep was disturbed when he heard the sound of the front door opening. He frowned and wondered who was going out. Dudley sometimes snuck out but never through the front door. He sat up in his cupboard and listened carefully. He heard muttered voices but he couldn't hear their words, it was as if they were muffled. He pressed his head against the cupboard and concentrated very hard on hearing what they were saying.
"Where did Altair say he was?" This voice was soft and light. It was very cultures and definitely a woman. He imagined she must be a queen to speak in such a lovely way.
"Under the stairs…Merlin there's a lock on the outside." This voice was as sophisticated as the woman's but undoubtedly male. If she was a queen then he was her king.
"Muggles." A new voice spit. Harry imagined that he must be someone mysterious. His tone was dark and cynical as if he knew all the faults of the world and expected them.
There was the sound of movement and then one of them said something that sounded like "Aloha" But that made no sense. It was longer than that to and seemed to carry a strange wait to it but Harry didn't have long to think about it as the door he was leaning against was now open and he was sprawled at their feet.
Looking up at the three adults Harry could immediately tell which voice belonged to whom. The woman had light blue eyes and long beautiful blond hair and a face of an angel.
The man next to her had lighter blond hair and grey eyes. He was tall and carried himself with a dignity that Harry had never seen before.
The last person with them had lanky black hair and dark eyes and a very distinguished nose. While the other two seemed somewhat expressionless, as if wearing a perfected mask. He had a permanent small down turn to his lips that seemed as if he were either frowning or grimacing.
Harry started to panic. What were these people doing here and what were they going to do with him? They seemed very strange and he hoped that his Aunt and Uncle wouldn't wake up because they would blame him. He didn't even know who these people were but they would of course blame him. The thought of no food again or hard chores made the boy's sleepy eyes begin to water as he said softly "Please don't wake my Aunt and Uncle."
Narcissa felt a fury she had not expected course through her. Draco was her child and Heir. Altair was the blessing of another child that she had never believed to have. Either of them was as much her son as the other, yet this boy whom she had only just met seemed to have won a place beside them. She knelt down next to him and gathered him into her arms. "Shh…we won't, those horrid muggles won't wake until we leave." She stroked her long slender fingers through his hair hoping to help soothe him.
Harry had tensed at first when he felt her arms around him, but then she spoke so softly to him. He bit his lip and looked at the other two. They both looked as if they had eaten something disgusting as they looked down at him and he thought he heard the dark haired one mutter "Perhaps not even then."
He knew that he wasn't supposed to ask questions. But if his Aunt and Uncle weren't going to wake up then he assumed that it was safe "Why are you here?"
Narcissa smiled and gently brushed a finger against his cheek, wiping away the tears that had traced them. "Altair sent us to you, the boy you met a few days ago… We want to save you."
Harry's eyes went wide as he remembered Altair's promise. He hadn't thought that it would turn out to be true! He had tried to hide the disappointment that came when nothing new happened but the boy hadn't lied to him!
Narcissa helped him gather his things from the cupboard, the entire time they held each other's hands firmly as Harry claimed his blanket and a few other treasures he had collected. She insisted that the clothing stay as he wouldn't be needing them.
As they got ready to go they were observed by Lucius and Severus. Severus was frowning and doing his best to hide his anger. How could Dumbledore do this? He would never understand the old man, and perhaps it was best if he didn't.
Lucius was watching the boy critically. He was worried about him already. He was so trusting…that was good for them but only as long as they made sure he trusted the right people. He would have to voice his concerns to his Lord later. For now it was most important that they rescued Harry and got him somewhere safe. The rest could wait.
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