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Chapter 8
Harry jerked upward, his green eyes looking around. It had to be at least three in the morning, but something had alerted Harry of something happening. The Malfoy wards had been breached. However, the thing was it didn't seem that big. Harry tried to wrap his mind around it, but couldn't come up with it.
Growling slightly, Harry stood up and quickly went to his trunk. He was in his nightwear, and he knew that the clothing would only slow him down. He quickly reached into the trunk and got out a quick outfit. He grinned as he could think of what Jake would say at this time. There is an emergancy and you are worried about changing your clothes? I don't understand kids now days.
Harry knew this to be true, but the thing was he wasn't going to fight in pajamas. Bella had taught him better then that. The Alpha had taught him that wearing certain clothes would only slow him down. With this in mind, Harry quickly changed. He changed his pajama shirt with a black tank top, and on top of that put on a black button up shirt. The buttons were silver. He quickly changed his pants into jeans and got black combat boots on.
Completely changed Harry reached down deeper into his trunk and pulled out a army knife. It still had it's sheath, and strapped it to his belt. He also grabbed a few other things he had a feeling he might need and stuck them in his pocket. Closing the trunk quietly, Harry walked out of the room. As soon, as he stepped out of the guest bedroom Harry's training took over. He automatically went into a crouch and dipped into the core magic. Colours swirled around in front of him, they were all a certain silver and white. Kind of reminding him of Draco.
The colours must have come from the family. Growling slightly, Harry began stalking down the hallways. He blended in with the shadows, not making a sound. The only thing that could be seen were his glowing green eyes, which flickered like a dying lightbulb.
Harry was getting close to the Malfoys' bedrooms when he caught sight of the intruders. There was six of them. Each of their magic ruining the silver and white. Letting go of the strand of magic, Harry was busy looking at the intruders. They spoke a in Italian, which Harry sadly couldn't understand. Curling his lips, Harry reached and grasped the knife. It was a welcomed companion to the young boy.
Tensing up his muscles Harry waited for the intruders to make a move toward Lucius and Narcissa's room. However, they didn't go there. They headed toward the door to Draco's room. Harry froze and stared at them wide eyed. Quickly reining in his shock, Harry reached into his pocket and grabbed a small ball. It was made out of metal, and Harry only used it for distractions. He grasped it and threw it with all his might down the way he had came, before blending back in the shadows.
Cl-ank!
The intruders jumped as one. They spoke in quiet voices and slowly four of them went to see what the noise was. The other two had looked down the opposite side of the hallway waiting to see of the people they believed to be sneaking up on them would try and attack them.
Harry stood in the shadows eyeing each of the four men that passed fighting the urge to leap at them. Right now, though would be a mistake. He would have to wait for a minute. He waited until the four were gone and moved like a bullet. He shot across the hallway until he was on the side were Draco's door was. The only problem was that there was no shadows on this side of the hallway, and moonlight glittered on Harry's black hair making it a shiny ivory.
Harry didn't let this mess him up. He moved like lightening and stalked toward Draco's door. He didn't open it though. He knew that he would end up making a noise. His mind whirling he thought of something. Bella usually liked to talk to Harry with mind connections. Harry had asked about it once, and the alpha had replied that it is a very powerful spell that shifts the mind to create a link.
Desperate, Harry quickly reached into his core magic. The dark haired boy knew this was a risk, but it had to be done quickly and hopefully successfully. The magic filled Harry with power, and he looked at the two men in front of them. He tried to think of his magic swirling around him and tried to pinpoint it heading from his form into the men's mind. Harry watched as his magic, a mix of green and black, rushed forward toward the two men. Green eyes watched as the magic entered their bodies, which wasn't what Harry wanted.
Something then happened. The two men seemed to freeze. Harry didn't know what happened, but whatever it was had distracted both of the men. Risking, it Harry slowly opened the door, eyes locked on the men. He didn't know if they would still be able to hear him, and he wanted to avoid any conflict until he had Draco with his parents.
The intruders, however, didn't even move a inch. They only stood there like frozen statues. The magic had imobilized them, Harry decided. They wouldn't be able to gain the ability to move their body until Harry broke the connection with them.
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Draco was having a pleasant dream, which consisted of peacocks, brooms, and shockingly Harry. The dark haired boy was with the boy throughout the whole dream, which the blonde enjoyed greatly.
Which, was why when Draco woke up to Harry standing over him, he grinned like a child to see his friend. However, the smile quickly disappeared when he noticed how dark his friend's eyes were and how unfocused they were. "I see that you are awake," Harry spoke quietly, so quietly that it could only be considered a breath.
Draco sat up and muttered,"What time is it?"
"Couldn't tell you."
Harry quickly moved away from Draco's bed and went to his door. "Someone had broken through the wards, and are roaming the manor. Two are in front of your door, and four are looking for something that isn't there."
Draco stumbled out of his bed, tripping over the blankets, and asked, his voice growing urgent," What do you mean, Harry?"
Harry moved his gaze to the door, and stated,"Exactly what I said. Right now, my magic is imobilizing the two men in front of your door. The other four will soon return, but I need to get you to your parents. They will protect you."
The blond shivered and looked at his friend. "What about you?"
"I was raised by the Blackbloods," Harry stated, his voice losing any emotion that it had previously. "I am fully prepared for this type of thing."
It was then Draco observed Harry a little bit. Those green eyes were glowing slightly, and focused on the door. His whole body was tense ready to move any second. His left hand was hovering over a big knife that was connected to his pants.
"Harry, what are you going to do?"
"I am going to get you to your parents. Once, I know that you are safe I will take care of the men best I can," Harry looked over his shoulder for a second and grinned. That grin was what made Draco relax. Those eyes were still unfocused and not looking at what was in front of them, but that smile had been genuinely Harry's.
With this the blonde nodded and muttered,"Leave the way, Harry."
Nodding, Harry slowly opened the door and looked down the hallway. Draco gasped as he saw the two men standing in front of his doorway. There were looking down the hallway, but they looked frozen. They didn't even seem to breath. Harry looked back at Draco and reached out a hand. Shaking slightly, Draco reached out and grasped the other boy's hand. Harry gave his hand a tight squeeze and slowly lead the way to the door a little down the hallways; his parents bedroom.
Suddenly, a rough yell echoed through the hallway. Harry tensed and looked at Draco in shock. The last Potter gave a smirk and let go of the blonde's hand. He put his hand on the Malfoy heir's shoulder and pushed him toward his door.
"Go to your parents. I can handle them for a second, but I'll need some help."
Shaking his head, Draco quickly said,"NO! Harry I can't -"
"You can. Trust me, Draco. I'm not completely unprepared for this."
With this, Harry turned and said,"I can hold them off for a little bit. Get your parents awoken and alert. They will need it, or they will be sitting ducks."
Draco was stuck in a position. He wanted to stay with Harry, but he would be completely useless. He also wanted to go to his parents like the child he was, but still he couldn't leave Harry could he? It is just until you wake them up, Draco.
The thought had appeared in his mind, but filled him with determination. He would wake his parents, but as soon as they were awake he could rejoin Harry. It was the only way he would be able to help his friend at all. With this in mind, Draco turned and ran to his parents room. As soon as the door was open he began to scream, hearing behind his shouts the sounds of grunts and yells of pain.
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Harry made sure that Draco was safely inside his parents' room and then looked back down the hallway.
The enemy was approaching.
Harry would have to keep the Malfoy family safe until they were all well and alert. The green eyed boy hoped that they got a hold of some authorities soon.
The enemy was approaching.
Reaching out Harry grabbed the knife and pulled it out of its sheath. It caught the moonlight and glistened. Harry glanced at the two imobilized men. He had let them go from his magic as soon as Draco was in safety, but he speculated that they would regain use of their muscles soon.
The enemy is approaching.
That meant he would have to take out as many as he could with the four, before he was overrun with the other two. Taking a deep breath, Harry straightened up and curled his teeth. He wouldn't back down. He wouldnt' be defeated, not by these intruders. He would protect his friend, and his friend's family.
The enemy is approaching.
Harry's eyes focused on the four figures coming toward him quickly. Their wands were out, but they had weapons. Knifes and brass knuckles. They also moved with experience. They were professionals. That meant they had done this multiple times, and they were ready to do this again. It didn't matter that he was just a child, they would kill him, mutilate him, do anything they wanted to him because they could. Just like the people Harry had left so many years ago.
The enemy is approaching.
These intruders would probably kill Lucius instantly. They would probably have a little bit more fun with Narcissa and her child. They would probably rape them, and torture them. Mostly because they were weaker then them. Harry refused to let that happen. He would kill them first.
The enemy is approaching.
He would kill these fools. They wouldn't touch anyone. They wouldn't touch Draco. Harry would probably look back on it later and wonder why he had such possessive and protective thoughts about Draco, but for now he used that for his motivation. He wouldn't let them touch that spoil, happy, blonde. They wouldn't touch Little Dragon.
The enemy is approaching.
Protect.
Defend.
Kill.
Harry's face went completely blank and he looked at his enemies with dead eyes. Gripping the knife tightly, Harry charged.
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Draco watched as he father talked urgently to some Aurors. He wanted to rush his father to tell him to go help Harry. It had gotten quiet, but that didn't mean anything. After all nobody was bursting into the room, but Harry wasn't there either.
Narcissa had grabbed her son and pulled him close to her. She refused to let him move from her grip, even though he tried multiple times to go to the door. Her eyes were locked on Lucius as he straightened up and snapped,"The Aurors are gathering their forces and will be here shortly. We will be fine. The door is heavily protected by spells. The same for Draco's door."
"What about Harry?"
This is where Lucius hesitated. "That son is something else entirely. I'm sure that Mister Potter is alive, but I can't risk leaving you and your mother here by themselves. After all anything can happen."
"You said the door was heavily protected," Draco pleaded, tears starting to gather in his eyes. He had promised himself that he would help Harry, yet here he was standing there protected in his mother's arms. Where was Harry? Outside somewhere protecting them, without anyone helping him.
"Lucius," Narcissa began. "We can't just leave him out there by himself. He risked his life to get Draco here, the least we can do it help the boy."
"I know that you have grown fond of the boy, dear," Lucius said, his eyes pleading to his wife. "I can say that I have grown to like the boy too, but I won't risk my family over someone I just met. Even if he is a child."
At that Draco wrenched himself from Narcissa's hold and ran to the door. He heard his parents shout at him and run toward him, but the child was too fast. He wrenched the door opened and gasped at what he saw. Two of the men were knocked unconcious right in front of the door. Their bodies collapsed in the room as the door opened. He leaped over their bodies and looked around.
At the hallway in front of Draco's door was standing in front of two men. Blood was splattered all around Harry, and he was leaning funny. He wasn't breathing hard, and the knife he had had was glistening a red in the moonlight.
Draco gasped as he took all this in. Harry stiffened and looked behind him. Narcissa who had run out the room to get her son, let out a yelp of shock. Harry stood there, but a nasty looking cut showed that started at his shoulder blade and drew down. It was pouring blood.
"Little Dragon," Harry whispered, Dracoing hearing his nickname from the distance. The instruders used this for their advantage. One shot a spell at Harry which knocked him down to his feet, and another leaped on the boy and began punching him.
"Stupefy!"
The man was pushed off the boy by the force of the spell. Draco turned and saw that his father was standing beside his mother, wand drawn. His gray eyes were furiuos, and his mouth twitched. Mouth twitching meant fury.
"You would dare attack a child like that," his father hissed, hand tightening on his wand.
The man who had cursed Harry let out a rough laugh and spat out, his voice heavy with an Italian accent. "Not a boy. A monster. Look what he did to my friends."
Draco's father let out a hiss, and began shooting spells at the man, who countered them. Draco's eyes widened as he watched the wizard battle.
"I'll help your friend, Draco," roared Lucius, after shooting a spell which caused the man to yell in pain. "You and your mother back into the room."
Narcissa grasped her son and slowly dragged him back to the bedroom. Draco fought and cried out to Harry to get up and follow them. He watched as the boy slowly lifted himself up and crawled underneath the dangerous spells. Once, clear Harry got to his feet and stumbled after his friend.
Draco reached out and grasped his friend's shoulder. Harry looked at Draco and began to help his mother push the blonde back into the room. Both mother and son tripped over the two unconcious bodies. Harry had grunted angerily and kicked them out of the room. He then leaned against the door.
Wrenching out of his mother's grasp, Draco rushed toward his friend and pressed against him.
"I thought you had died, you idiotic Potter. Pulling stunts like that you will end up in Gryffindor for sure, and I had such high hopes for you."
"Your one to talk, Little Dragon," muttered Harry leaning on his friend. "With the stunt you pulled running out of this room one would think you would fit in with the lions for sure."
"It was a one time thing, Potter."
Harry snorted and looked at the door. "I should go out there and help your father."
Draco shook his head and said,"My father is a skilled duelist. He shouldn't have any issues, unlike you."
"Hey I took down two of those fucking bastards," Harry said, his eyes narrowing. Suddenly, he gasped and whirled to look at Narcissa. The Lady Malfoy looked confused at the expression on Harry's face.
The young Potter shouted, "Duck down, Narcissa!" After that he leaped over Draco and Narcissa and landed on something behind the two.
"Stupid fucking bastards!" Harry roared and leaped off the thing he had landed on. He whirled around his knife and let out a angry hiss. "I'm guessing those protection spells only work when the door is close. Great fucking deal those things do."
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Harry was cursing himself inside his head. You stupid, fucking, ignorant cunt! You should have remembered there were six of them!
Harry stood between Draco and his mother, and the last two intruders. They were looking at Harry warily. Curling his lips, Harry hissed,"Bastards. I won't let you touch these two."
"Ahhh," one of them said, walking a few steps forward. "What if I promise not to touch you. I only want the mother and child. The woman looks delicious, if you know what I mean, and the boy is a fantasy for many other."
Harry's eyes flashed a bright green and he growled out,"Fucking try me. Touch anyone of them you will have your balls cut off and you'll find yourself with a new necklace, and while your screaming in pain I'll cut off that dick of yours and stick it in your mouth. That will muffle your screaming and let your fantasy of a small dick in your mouth come alive."
The man paled slightly and looked at the boy. The boy's green eyes glowed much like the killing spell, and the hair of the boy seemed to cover half of his face. The curled lips showed teeth that gleamed in the moonlight. The knife in the boy's hand glistened red from his comrades. The boy with the beautiful eyes was coming for his death. Angelo della morte.
Harry snarled and moved quickly. He appeared right in front of the man and punched him under the jaw. The intruder lifted off the ground and Harry quickly leaped up and kicked the man in the stomach. Harry twisted his body and landed on his hands. He pushed himself off and flipped over the other man, landing behind him in a crouch. The man whirled around, a spell coming off his lips, but Harry was faster.
He slashed his knife across the man's knees cutting deep enough to cut the tendons. The man to his knees yelling in pain. Harry stood up and kicked the man in the face. He looked back to the man he had kicked under the jaw. These two were not as skilled as the two Lucius was fighting. With that in mind, Harry stood up and looked at the door.
He moved to go to it, but a loud knocking erupted. He stiffened thinking the worst when Lucius shouted,"Open up, darling. The Aurors are here."
At this Harry stiffened. He looked at Narcissa and hissed,"I can't be found here."
"I know, dear," the Lady Malfoy said. She had regain her composure, and had been impressed with how the boy had protected both her and her son. She would be forever grateful to the boy. Draco was staring at his friend in awe and worry. Harry's neck wound was still bleeding.
Harry looked at the window and said,"I think I know where to go. I'll come out of hiding when the Aurors leave."
"Harry," Draco stated, moving quickly. "Your neck..."
"I'll stop the bleeding, Little Dragon," Harry quickly said, his eyes softening. "I'll come back as soon as they leave. You know they can't see me."
Draco narrowed his eyes, but nodded. With this, Harry walked to the windows and opened them. He then proceeded to jump out. Narcissa gave Harry about two minutes and quickly walked to the door to look at her husband's condition.
Lucius was standing there looking worried. He also knew that Harry couldn't be seen by the Aurors. Narcissa grinned and said,"You look like you had fun."
Lucius snorted and muttered,"I'm out of practice. They almost got me if not for the Aurors."
The head of Malfoy looked into the bedroom and saw the two unconcious men. "Looks like you had fun too."
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Harry laid on the straw, muttering curses. The wound on his neck hurt. Qual had snorted at the young boy's distress. Harry had entered the stall as quietly as he could, but it seemed nothing got past the stallion. Qual had nuzzled Harry happily, until he noticed the wound. The black stallion had pawed at his straw and neighed in worry before keeping a look out, sticking his head out of his stall.
Harry sighed and closed his eyes. He was in the far corner of Qual's stall. No one would be able to see him unless they walked into the corner of the stall itself, and he was positive that Qual wouldn't allow that. He was tired and in pain. The only thing that Harry wanted to do was sleep. He couldn't though. The pain wouldn't let him.
So, he laid on the hay for hours upon hours. Elves came to feed Qual, who acted like the monster everyone thought he was. He didn't let the elves come close to the boy though. Moving right in front of the boy and rearing up and biting.
Harry couldn't have been more grateful. Harry watched as morning came and gone, and afternoon was gone as well. It was nighttime by the time Harry decided that the Aurors had to be done. He got to his feet and stumbled out of the stall. He patted Qual on the nose and limped out of the stables. His leg had been the victim of a very nasty curse and putting too much weight on it hurt like hell.
The young boy fought past the pain though and walked toward the manor. He entered through the side door, that Lucius had lead him through yesterday, and then proceeded to go toward the dining room. If he was correct the Malfoys had to be having dinner right about now. He stopped at the door and listened. There were no voices expect for the Malfoys, and that relaxed him.
He heared Draco complain because no one had been able to fine the last Potter. Harry snorted and opened the door. He walked in and smiled at the shocked Malfoys sitting at the table.
"Did I miss dessert?"
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Narcissa was furiously wiping at Harry's wound. He hissed, but didn't try to push her away. Draco was muttering to Harry under his breath, asking if he was okay, or if he wanted Draco to tell his mother to be easier. Harry had kindly declined his friend's help. He knew the blood would be a bitch to scrub off.
Lucius was in front of him sipping tea. Harry looked up at him and grinned. "I would like to thank you for saving me yesterday night, sir. They probably would have beat me to a pulp, if you didn't shot that stunner."
The head of house snorted and replied, his tone kind,"I am the one who should be doing the thanking. Narcissa and Draco both told me how you got my son out of his room safely and escorted him to my room, and how you protected them both against the men in the room."
Harry chuckled and stated,"What I did was nothing. You should see the Blackbloods they are like water flowing in their movements. They move like they float on air, and they are able to bring their enemies fear by just their eyes flashing."
Narcissa quit her scrubbing and said,"From what I saw, Mister Potter, you did exactly that. If that is the only thing the Blackblood can do then I will be in awe of what you grow up to be."
Harry shook his head and muttered,"I am not even close to their level."
He then paused and asked,"Can I ask why those men were here?"
Lucius sighed and said,"They said they were sent by someone who holds a grude against the Malfoy family. Merlin, that could be anyone."
"Hey, Harry," whispered Draco, his eyes focused on his friend's. Harry's green eyes left Luicus's instantly and were on Draco's in a second.
"I'm glad you are okay."
Harry grinned and said,"I'm glad that my efforts paid off. You are fine as well."
Draco sighed and replied,"I don't know much about you, Harry. I only met you twice in person once in Diagon Alley and when you first arrived at the manor to start your stay, but I know I can trust you. I really can't explain it."
"The same," Harry muttered, his eyes glowing with a strange wisedom. "I don't regret it though. I am glad to be your friend. Besides, the pack still has four more days before the mission is over. Surely we can learn about each other more during that time, Little Dragon."
Draco smirked and said,"Maybe I can get that Gryffindor out of you. Then you won't go risking your life like that."
Harry looked at Draco seriously and stated,"Don't get me started with Gryffindor qualities. Need I remind you last night?"
"That, Potter," spat Draco, bristling even though a blind man could have seen the brightness in his eyes," was a one time deal. It won't happen again."
"Oh, sure."
As the two boys aruged Narcissa sent her husband a smug look and mouthed,"Little Dragon?"
Lucius moaned and looked down at his teacup. He wondered if he would be able to spike it with some Firewhiskey without anyone noticing. He wasn't in the mood to talk about his son's sexuality or the fact that he was possibly aruging with the person who could possibly be the reason for the talk about his son's sexuality. Deciding that it would be fine, he deserved it after all, Lucius called out an elf to get the best liquor he had.
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Bella laughed as she watched Gracie was flirted with by some random Blood from another pack. On her shoulder was a eagle owl on her shoulder. In her hand was a letter from Lucius Malfoy. Her little packmember had done well, he always had the potential.
Looking back down at the letter, Bella raised an eyebrow and surveyed her pack's hair colour. She guess she could do for another blonde.
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Soooo, what do you think? I was just bored and I randomly thought I want Harry Potter to kick some ass for some odd reasons. Anyway, tell me what you think. I'll be having them go to Hogwarts in the next chapter by the way. Then, we'll find out what House Mister Potter will go in.
