Be careful with what you wish for
Chapter 13:
Missing
He couldn't believe it… Harry… missing? Draco sighed. He should had protected his friend better… If he, Ron and Hermione weren't that stupid to go to Hogsmeade maybe he would still be here…
Madam Pomphrey was still forcing them to drink potions when James and Sirius returned, alone. They told them what they had seen… The Death Eaters were gone, the Aurors were injured and Harry was missing. Madam Pomphrey left to send an owl to St. Mungo's and he and the two Gryffindors were told to come to the Headmaster's office.
There they needed to tell the whole story to Dumbledore, while the fool can't even do anything to help Harry! He trusted this job to Snape of all people. The Potions master had to watch over Harry, while even Draco wasn't sure what side Snape was really on…
His father always told him that Snape was at the Dark Side, while Dumbledore is convinced he is at the Light Side. That's why Draco didn't really agree to the Headmaster's decision. But then again; he never agreed.
The news of Harry absence spread quickly. The whole school talked about it. First it was about the fire, but then it became clear that it was a Death Eaters attack. All the teachers knew about what happened and talked openly to each other about it so… within five minutes the whole school knew what, where and why it happened.
Draco sighed. If he hadn't gone into Hogsmeade Harry would still be here… He would have escaped like those many times before and join the dinner that evening…
But he wasn't here and perhaps he would never enter the Great Hall again, because Harry Potter was surely dead by now…
But Harry wasn't dead. Well… not yet.
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Harry opened his eyes, feeling cold everywhere in his body. Very soon he noticed that he was lying in a cell, on some wood thing that was supposed to be a bed. Well, that he was lying on something made of wood under a filthy old thin blanket… that already surprised him. But then again; this Voldemort didn't hate him as much as the one of Harry's world. Well, at least, not yet. That'll probably change soon anyway…
He stood up, away from the cold wooden… thing. He looked at a small window, seeing it was dark. He had been out for hours now…
He observed the place a bit. He was alone where he was. One cell, no guards. The only thing that stopped him were a few bars. 'I think they underestimate me a bit…' Harry thought to himself. 'No guards… a window… Just wait; I'll get out of here. I've stand through harder situations then this!'
It would probably be stupid and completely pointless for trying to move those bars. He had to think of a plan to get out of here. This house is most likely Riddle Manor. He had seen the inside through that dream and he would know the way a bit once he is outside… It wasn't much, but perhaps it could help him.
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Lily Potter hadn't been this worried after Dumbledore had told her about the prophecy years ago. Somehow she knew that something was wrong before James floo-ed in. It was a feeling that something wasn't right. And far from right it was…
Harry was gone… probably wounded or dead.
Her instinct told her that her son was still alive. But she could be wrong. And if there was still a chance that Harry was still alive… It wouldn't last long. Harry needed to be saved soon.
But that was the whole problem! For years they've tried to find the place where He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his followers are hiding, but they've never found it… Then how will they be able to find Harry!
Lily sighed. Even if they found out… Harry would be dead long before they would arrive. It was hopeless. Just hopeless…
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Author's Note:
Don't kill me because it is short! I didn't knew anything anymore!!