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Chapter 14: Muggles aren't as useless as we thought. (Light and Dark are only a matter of opinion.)
Draco Malfoy was beyond confused at how he was in his current situation. One moment he was washing his hands after having used the toilet next thing he knew he was in a room tied to a chair, a blinding headache and many frightening looking instruments on a table beside him. He also noticed the area of the floor where the chair was had been placed was covered in plastic. Looking around he noticed around seven people dressed in body plastic suits watching him.
"Who are you? I demand you let me go this instant, do you have any idea who my father is?" he yelled out angrily.
"Shut up!" a voice boomed causing the blond to flinch slightly.
"Now Malfoy, you have two choices presented in front of you. You may either tell us what we want to know and no harm may come to you or you may refuse to tell us and we'll have to… extract the information out of you." This time it was Blaise who spoke, his voice smooth as silk.
Draco looked scared for a few minutes before a sudden thought came to his mind, his shoulders dropped and he gave a small sigh of relief before chuckling loudly.
"Hello Potter, I've got to say…you did scare me slightly. What do you plan on doing? I'm pretty sure they don't agree with your ideals of a light wizard." The blond said with a sour laugh.
At this point Harry didn't see any point in keeping the dark hood over his face. He removed it and approached the Malfoy heir gracefully. He looked down at the tied Slytherin; meeting his eyes, he began glaring at the boy, who met his glare with a superior smirk. Harry gave a small chuckle before a smirk of his own found its way on his face.
"Oh, Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy… who ever said I was a 'light' wizard?" he asked in a low, dangerous whisper.
Malfoy's expression didn't change until Harry reached over for one of the painful looking instruments next to him. It was then that the ponce felt a wave of fear wash over him.
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Malfoy had just finished his daily torture of the tiny Luna Lovegood and had just left his dungeons when Hannah crawled over to her fellow prisoner and started wiping the trickles of blood that stained the pretty blonde's hair.
"Luna, why do you keep making him angry? The torture's just going to intensify."
"I know, but if I don't say anything, I've basically conceded defeat and know Harry's out there counting on me to stay strong until he can get our location. We just have to be patient Hannah, it'll be soon. I know it." Luna said in her wondrous tone but Hannah didn't miss the determination laced beneath it.
"Yes, you're right, Luna. We'll get saved soon enough." Hannah muttered as her thoughts drifted off to Neville, knowing somehow that he'd save her.
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The room was filled with painful screams coming from the prisoner in the room, the only person bound and tied to a chair securely; it was ironically obvious to Draco, as to why they wore plastic body suits and covered the area around his chair with the same material. His blood was everywhere. He had undoubtedly underestimated Potter's loyalty to the light… and now he was paying the price.
"I won't ask you again Draco, where is Luna?" Harry's voice was low and unforgiving.
But Draco still refused to budge. Heaving a small sigh Harry nodded over to Blaise who provided him with the lighter and a machete. Grabbing the lighter in one hand and grabbing the giant sword by the hilt in the other he lit the zippo lighter and ran it over the cool metal of the machete.
"Did you know the body is an amazing organism? Self-repair, cell regeneration, white blood cells to fight off diseases and illness, red blood cells to transport minerals and oxygen to our body parts, the body is a like a well-tuned engine. All parts working together to keep the machine running. Then you get us… Magicals, oh our bodies possess so much more, than just that, see we have what Muggles call a Turbo engine, we have all of the things I just said but with an added extra. Care to take a guess?" At Draco's lack of response Harry continued. "Magic, Malfoy, Magic! See magic is a part of our bodies just as much blood, or cells or even our hearts. Our magic seeks to make us healthy, which is why we don't really enjoying doing something to harm our bodies… Hell even Fire Whiskey couldn't cause us any harm apart from the excruciating headache the day after. See our cores heal what the natural parts of our bodies cannot, it heals bones faster; stop the bleeding in a serious injury faster before their host dies… though some just can't do it in time."
Harry still ran the small flame over the blade of the sword as he continued his monologue. Daphne watched on in utter, undisguised fear. Draco had already suffered having his arms, and feet broken, fixed and broken again. He then suffered multiple cuts with a long sword which she heard Harry call a Katana or something similar. The blade sliced Draco's skin like butter, he was covered in red, and yet he was still alive. Harry must've avoided all major organs in order to prolong this hellish torture.
Tracey and Susan were thinking something along the lines of 'Harry Potter was not a force to be messed with'. His usual calm, cool and charming persona had disappeared and was replaced by a cold, ruthless and dangerous man. He dealt with Malfoy with no sense of remorse in him, not an ounce of empathy wasted on the blond Slytherin. Susan felt herself becoming numb with every passing moment, this was certainly enough to get Harry labelled as a potential Dark Lord and have him arrested by his Aunt and shoved into Azkaban all in a matter of hours but… she knew this had to be done, she had already hurt him once, abandoned him in a time of utter need but this time she refused to even consider turning him in. Some things law would never be able to handle… and this was certainly one of them.
Neville stood off in the shadows of the room like Harry had instructed him and the girls to do, watching the scene play out in front of him. Harry had given him a chance to leave, but he chose to stay. He knew from the libraries in Longbottom manor that the Potters and Longbottoms had only started supporting each other two generations ago. His Gran had been one of the first people to approach the boorish looking Charlus Potter in hopes of combining their efforts towards the first war against You-Know-Who, from then on, Harry and Neville's fathers had been thick as thieves growing up playing together as their parents discussed battle plans. Neville chose to stay not only because of that but also because Harry was his friend. His best male friend and he would have his back no matter what he did.
"Now, Drakey…" Harry's smooth voice echoed off into the darkness, before he lowered the now heated blade towards Malfoy, whose eyes widened, probably from feeling the heat which emitted off it. "One last chance…" the blonde still refused, praying he could hold out for much longer or at least passing out so he wouldn't feel any more pain. The second that burning blade touched Malfoy's shoulder, the sound of roasting meat and the smell of burning flesh assaulted the room. The pain was so unbearable that Malfoy couldn't even scream he felt the searing heat travel down his shoulder cutting his flesh as if it were water. Then at long last Malfoy felt the world go blank and darkness overcome him.
Assuming Harry Potter wouldn't have a solution for this was Draco's third mistake of the day. After a while a retched stench assaulted the boy's senses causing him to snap out of his blissful sleep and back to the world of unbearable pain. His shoulder felt worst of all his injuries a quick glance over to the injury caused the boy to gag slightly, the cut went down from his shoulder and ended just before the lung, it wasn't a long cut, but it was certainly deep. He could see all his vessels, muscles and nerves charred to a colour beyond midnight.
But what confused him was that he heard voices of four people, he recognized one as Potter and the other as Blaise, but the other two he couldn't place but they sounded familiar but… Cracking an eye open he caught sight of pitch black hair which flowed down to the persons mid back. The person, obviously female, sounded angry yet sympathetic, Pansy perhaps.
"Potter, he's awake." Blaise's voice said as he nodded over to the beaten boy in the chair.
"Well, hello Malfoy, glad to see you're up again. How did you like your wake-up call? I do believe it was essence of Troll Piss!"
"Sirius." Harry's voice cut over Sirius taunts and the adult looked back at his ward and gave a goofy grin.
Shaking his head Harry moved forward but stopped a few paces away.
"Malfoy I have two more things in my arsenal that I am going to use against you. And one way or another, I am going to get the information I need from you." At that Harry turned to face the female who was hidden behind his back.
"Are you sure you can do this?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yes, now let's find your friend shall we?" With a nod Harry moved out of the way and Draco came face to face with someone he was surprised to find out even knew the Half- blood.
"M-Mother?!"
"Hello, Draco."
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Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, truly happy with the way his plans had turned out and had even gotten rid of Harry's biggest ally, Susan Bones. Seamus Finnegan had leaked the thought of Harry potentially turning Dark, and now Miss Lovegood had been kidnapped. Oh life was good for the aged wizard… 'Was' being the operative word.
The Headmaster was enjoying one of his many Lemon Drops when he felt the wards on the Gargoyle outside his office flare to life, the magical signature belonged to his long friend and passed student Minerva McGonagall. She arrived at his door and knocked three times. The Headmaster smiled slightly.
"Enter, Minerva."
The aged witch entered the office with a large frown. She walked up to Dumbledore's crossed her arms and regarded him impatiently.
"How may I help you, my friend?" Dumbledore asked ignoring the tension rolling off of the Transfiguration mistress.
"Albus, exams are coming up in three weeks and you have yet to find a tutor for the Potions and Defence classes. When do you plan on doing this?"
"Ah, yes, see Minerva I thought about that and I do believe I have a solution."
"… Well?"
"Yes, well I have decided that I shall take the responsibility of teaching the Defence classes until we get Mr Lupin back next term and I have gotten in touch with an old friend who has graciously agreed to come teach until such time that Severus may return." Dumbledore answered with a smile.
"If he returns, you know as well as I that Mr Potter may not want that man back."
"Now, now, I'm sure Harry will be more than happy to have his charges against Severus dropped once he sees the bigger picture."
"Big- Bigger picture?! Albus, the man helped several Death Eater children in an attempt to assassinate Harry Potter. I highly doubt Potter's going to let all that go."
"Of course he will, after all, it is for the Greater Good."
Minerva let out a tired sigh and decided to drop the subject.
"When is your friend coming in to begin teaching?" she asked deciding to change the subject.
"Monday morning." Dumbledore replied with a happy smile.
"Alright then, thank you, good day, Albus."
"Good day, Minerva."
As Ms McGonagall, left his office she gave a long sigh and hoped that Albus knew what he was doing. She noticed the look in Potter's eyes when Luna had been taken and the look he constantly gave the Potions prof. What she didn't understand is why the two hated each other so. She assumed it had something to do with him being a Potter and raised by Black, but it seemed much deeper than that. The question of course was 'what'?
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"Mother, w-what are you doing here?" Draco asked in a raspy tone. His entire body hurt. His nails had been ripped out, fingers, hands and knee caps had been broken fixed with an Episky and broken again. His cut had literally been ripped out from his scalp and he also had a few molars missing, some from being knocked and others from being pulled out.
"Draco, tell Harry what he wants to know." Narcissa said in a gentle but firm tone.
"Mother, wh-what are you talking about, what about father?"
"Draco…" Narcissa shuddered at the name; she'd always hated the name. She wanted to call him Darius or even Damon, but of course Lucius wouldn't hear it, and gave his spawn the name of his Grandfather. Who if she might add he had been hailed as a powerful pureblood but no one knew that the old man had been screwing his sisters and cousins in order to keep the blood 'in their family' she shuddered and turned back to her son. "Draco, tell Harry where they are keeping Luna."
"Ne- never, and what are you doing with Potter anyway?! When father hears about this he will have your head!"
"Your father and I are no longer married, and you will tell Harry or I will not be held responsible for what else he may do to you."
Draco looked at his mother then to Harry and back again. His eyes grew in surprise before darkening in anger.
"You bloody, whore! You left father for him? You stupid muggle loving whore! I'll kill you! I will fucking kill you, mother!" Draco's voice echoed off the walls and Narcissa regarded her former son with a disappointing glace before turning back to Harry. She gave a small shrug and imply said,
"He's all yours."
Harry walked up to Narcissa and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder before heading to the yelling blond. He turned to Blaise to see him already holding a potion. Grabbing the small vial, he instructed the Half Italian boy to pry Malfoy's mouth open.
After casting the lock jaw curse, which caused Harry to raise a brow at dark boy- he'd ask about that later- he poured the contents of the vial down Draco's gullet. After a few seconds the boy's eyes glazed over and that was when, Harry called the others closer. Since they weren't wearing any plastic covers and knowing the interrogation would get messy they opted to hang back and listen rather than participate… but that would change with what Draco said next.
"Where did you take Luna?" Harry asked steely.
"After knocking her out a few Slytherin seventh years and I took her out of the wards and portkeyed her to Malfoy Manor." The blond replied in dazed state.
"What did you plan on doing with her?" Sirius asked this time.
"My original plan was to let the Death Eaters have their fun with her before killing her,, but father rather wanted to break her spirit, have her expose all of Potters secrets before selling her off."
This caused many in the group to snarl and growl, it was then that Neville remembered something.
"Hannah… why was Hannah helping you?!" Harry turned to look at Neville with furrowed brows before turning back to Draco.
"It wasn't her. We stole some of the Half-blood's hair after stunning her and took her away with that Loopy Lovegood girl. Pansy was the one pretending to be her."
At this Neville and Susan drew their wands and levelled them at the Malfoy scion, after looking over to Harry for confirmation. The raven haired boy shook his head causing the two to put away their wands very reluctantly.
"Now Malfoy, tell us, what is the floo address for Malfoy Manor?" Harry asked sweetly.
They saw the struggle on Draco's face as he fought to answer the question.
"M-Malfoy's M-Ma-Mansion." He growled out.
"Malfoy's Mansion, Really? Not very creative are you?" Sirius said in a quiet tone.
"One more thing Draco, what are the names of the Slytherins who helped you?"
"McNair, Dolohov, Princeton, Parkinson, Gailstorm and Malboro."
"Thank you, Blaise, the antidote please and you two have fun. But don't kill him. We might need him." Harry said as he watched Blaise give the ponce the antidote to the Veritaserum.
"Blaise, Hermione, Daphne, Tracey, Sirius and Narcissa, you're coming with me. Neville and Susan, I'll let Jinky come back for you in an hour. Jinky!"
"Yes, Master Harry sir?" the tiny elf asked quickly.
"Take us to the place. Also bring us some food, it's almost close to lunch and I assuming that no one here had breakfast."
"Yessir!" everyone who Harry had told to join him took hold of Jinky and felt the similar sensation of having your naval pulled as they popped out of the Come and Go room and landed in a beautiful patch of open land surrounded by trees and shrubs.
"Harry, where are we?" Hermione asked as she surveyed the area.
"This is where Sirius, Remus and I hang out sometimes." Harry told her quickly.
"Now, we need to find a way to get Luna and Hannah out of Malfoy Manor." Sirius said changing the subject.
"Yes, Cissy, you used to live their think you can draw up a map?" Harry asked looking at the older woman.
"I think I may be able to." Narcissa replied as she transfigured a quill and some ink and began drawing up the house map.
"Alright, Hermione, Daphne and Tracey I need you two to work with Cissy and find the quickest and safest way to the Dungeons."
The three girls nodded and joined the raven haired woman.
"Blaise and Sirius we are going to have a quick lunch and have Jinky take us just outside the Malfoy Manor wards to see what we're dealing with and see if we can't weaken some of them without anyone spotting us." Harry told them. 'Soon Luna, just a few more hours and I'll get you out. I swear.'
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In the Dungeons of Malfoy Manor the small blonde girl who had just received her beating for the day lay on the floor and smiled up at the ceiling. 'Soon, he'll come soon.' She thought happily.
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A painful, blood curling scream came from Draco Malfoy's mouth. He had just gotten a taste of what a sheering spell used on magical plants do to your body. He had deep gashes on his back and arms. He also received many bludgering curses to the groin by the niece of the head of the DMLE.
Susan knew very well that what they were doing would land them a one way ticket to Azkaban for a few years. But she couldn't care less, this pig had kidnapped Luna and Hannah, and on top of that he had caused a deep rift to form in between Harry and herself. No, Susan Bones did not care about torturing the blond prick.
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Albus Dumbledore, felt like something wasn't right, a disturbance within his castle. Something was coming, something big, but he didn't know what. He checked his instruments and found Harry was still within the wards. Still something didn't sit well with him. He had felt something similar to this a few years ago… Yes, when Harry had been told that Sirius had been taken by Death Eaters and that Dumbledore wouldn't take the risk of sending Harry there in fear that he'd be killed.
Harry's magic flared dangerously and wildly and that was only intensified when Dumbledore had told him that Sirius' death would be a noble sacrifice for the Light. The moment he had said that, Harry's magical pressure grew almost as much as the aged wizard and in a flash, the boy had apparated out of the Black House and to where the Death Eaters had said to meet.
Dumbledore shook his head to get rid of the memory, that was when Harry was a mere thirteen, now at fifteen, the boy was already on par with Dumbledore in terms of power, and now Dumbledore felt the tremors of Harry's magical pressure rise in anticipation. He prayed the boy wouldn't do anything stupid. It wouldn't do any good for him to die before he was ready.
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Harry and the others were soon joined by Neville and Susan as they went over the map that Cissy and the girls had drawn up.
"Okay, so when you floo in, which if I may add is really silly, you'll most likely end up in the sitting room. Now you'll have to be quick, the place will be crawling with Death Eaters and other scum. You'll have to go down the North corridor and find a painting of a rose bush. You'll need a Malfoy's blood to enter, now when that opens you'll have about five minutes before the wards alert Lucius that someone has gone down there. It's a narrow window but it's not impossible.
Now there are about five cells in those Dungeons you have to open them, I think the password was Supremacy or something like that. Now when you locate the girls, hopefully Sirius and Blaise would have weakened the wards enough for you to portkey out. Don't forget they don't have enough time to do both so don't lose this portkey it's your only way out." Narcissa told them in an urgent tone.
"Okay, sounds easy enough…" Harry didn't get to finish his sentence Daphne started.
"Excuse me?! 'sounds easy enough'? Potter I swear if you go in there underestimating these people and you end up dead I- I'll never forgive you!" she vented.
Giving a small smile Harry drew her into a hug. "It's okay, I'll get Luna, and be back before you can say Nargles."
"So, Cissy anything else I should know?" Harry asked once he let go of Daphne.
"Yes, as I understand it… the Dark Lord has been using the Manor as his base of operations." She told him nervously. A massive grin appeared on the raven haired boy's face.
"Susan, contact your aunt right now, tell her to be at Malfoy Manor with Minister at about eight. Tell her that Lucius has been in an awful accident and it would only be… kind that they go show their concern for him." Harry said with a shit eating grin.
"Also change of plans, I'll need you guys to completely demolish those wards." Harry told Blaise and Sirius.
"What? How do you expect us to do that?!" Blaise asked wildly, losing his composure for once.
Harry said nothing but looked over at Sirius. Heaving a sigh, the animagus nodded.
"I'll call her in a few minutes." He said shaking his head.
"Harry, what do you mean the plans changed?" Tracey asked nervously.
"Simple. I'll give Luna and Hannah the portkey and then I'm going to injure Malfoy senior before battling Voldemort, hopefully Amelia will hear the commotion and enter the building with minister behind her and let the egotistic arsehole see first-hand that old Voldy's back and has been hiding out with his old bum buddy." Harry replied nonchalantly.
Sirius sighed slightly. "You know you'll have to time everything perfectly, right?"
"Wait, hold on a second, are we just going to let him do this alone?! Siri, you can't! What if Lucius hits him with another one of his family's magic? He'll be in danger!"
"Cissy, cissy, I'll be fine. I promise besides I have to do this. We have to get the word out about him, the longer he's in hiding the longer he's a threat." Harry told Narcissa with a sad smile.
"Ha-Harry, I'm- I'm coming with you." Susan said bravely.
"No, Susan, you're not. None of you are. This isn't a simple mission it is literally life or death, and personally I don't think you're all ready to kill. Next time… I promise." Harry told the red head before turning to look at the stars.
"Alright, we move out in ten minutes. Start preparing!" Harry commanded as he started on his way back to the castle.
Everything had to be done perfectly; Harry knew this would be extremely dangerous with the assortment of company Voldemort kept. He just prayed Greyback would be out, last thing he needed was that bloody Wolf sniffing him out before he could even get to the dungeons, and he also prayed for as much luck he could get… He'd need it. It was then that Harry remembered that he was a Potter and according to legend while they were all attractive, luck was something that his family lacked in large amounts.
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