Chapter 5
The spell must have just narrowly missed him, the force of it though, had knocked him out. It was not clear how long he had been knocked out. There was nobody in the room and secretly he escaped to the Forbidden forest. It was only a little safer than Hogwarts but what creatures that lived there, he could only speculate. His wand was gone, his invisibility cloak as well. It would be only pure chance if he got out alive. If he did manage, he would need to reform the Order of Phenoix before Voldmorte could start to take over the rest of the wizarding world. The remaining Weasilys would join he was almost certain-for two of their children Ron and Ginny still remained at Hogwarts. Sirus, would help but only secretly since he had not been yet exactly free of his sentence. Arabella Figg would do the best she could do for sure. He continue to list names of people who would be willing to help. He would come back for sure, for Hermione, Ron and everybody else. But he did not pay attention that he escaped the clutches of Voldmorte for the 5 time. Nor did he care that if true, he was the grandson of the most feared wizard, through out the world. And that the blood of Salazar Slytherin ran through him. It did not matter. Only saving the future was his main concern, like always.
For several hours he wandered. There were cuts amongst his arms from the branches and thorns. He had tripped several times and his legs were blistered with blood. He could hear strange sounds and felt as if there was an extra shadow amongst him. Every time he turned around there was nothing, however he was not sure since it was completely dark. There would be no of telling until day. if day came. But he was right, there was something following him.
Hermione woke up the next day. Harry was Dead the boy she had love, the one she had wanted for the last 2 years. She should have told him the way she felt and now she would never get the chance. This child should have been his not Malfoy's. A whole another topic, he had surprised her to great length last night, he had held her and let her cry him not to mention allowed her to hit him and he had left with such abruptness almost like he was afraid. Afraid of what? Or was that just one of the many mysteries about Draco Malfoy. One of the many mysteries she would never understand. He was just so dark and secretive. There was something about him that just scarred her but at the same time enthralled her to deep lengths. A suave of nausea ran through body, why did pregnancy have to be so sickening, her breasts were swollen and sore, and her depression was not helping. It was 6 six weeks along, 42 days so on so forth. It would be another 7 monthes and 2 weeks before the baby was born if it was. She stopped thinking, she didn't want think, she had done too much thinking in her life.
No trace of Harry Potter could be found to the death eater's dismay. They had had him or so they thought. "The stupid Pothead has escaped.again" Draco thought and cursed outloud. His father not to faraway raised his eyebrows.
"Don't curse" he said slowly, but it was obvious he was thinking the same thing as Draco. How had Potter escaped, passed the demeantors, the deatheaters, and Lord Voldmorte-his grandfather. What a surprised that had been. Lily Potter being Voldmorte's daughter and all. Which made the Gryffindor Prince heir to Slytherin. That itself was something funny in away. Yet at that same time made Draco jealous, very jealous. Why should Potter get that privilege? I deserve that title more, thought Draco angrily.
"Draco, it is clear that Potter has escaped from the castle, so it is important that the Lord continue his pursuit of power, before Harry Potter can come save the day." He said this slowly and dryly, ending it in a most sarcastic manner. "I will leave back to the Malfoy Manner, and gain as many resources there as possible." The Dark Lord will leave will join me for a short time among with several other Death Eators, before taking over parts of the wizarding world. Inserting fear wherever he can. 2 of the Death Eators Nott and Avery, will go looking for Harry Potter, but it will take extreme luck to find him. if he is alive. " he paused then continue " You will remain here amongst the remaining Deatheators and Dementors. I want you to keep a sharp on the Gryffindors, they maybe trying revolt. I also want you to make sure the Mudblood has no chance of escaping; the child she holds is of great importance and for our Lord." And he hesiatated "and to us, a Malfoy heir to the Dark Lord, do you know how this will benefit us?" Draco and his father both made nasty smiles while pondering on this. It would indeed give the Malfoys more power than imaginable." As Draco turned around, Lucious went on "Do not forget your studies. Draco nodded, but studies were the last thing on his mind.
His father, the Dark Lord, and several other followers left for Malfoy Manor the next week. All together he could see that the Gryffindors who now spent their life slaving for the other students were less fearful and no longer walked around with crying faces, now they just did their duties as if there was nothing to it. They even smiled occasionally. And Draco Hated it. He wanted them to fear him, but they didn't so he started to abuse them with for no apparent reasons and making fools of them. Even that didn't end their happiness. Why were they so happy? They were supposed to be hating their lives, like Granger. Who he had not seen since he told her of Harry's "death" she still thinks he is dead. That had been 3 weeks ago. He still had not seen her. She had been moved back to a old teacher's room that had not been used for a long time. He himself chose the room for her, he knew she would be slightly more happier in it. But he could not let her know that he had chosen the room especially for her. Only more emotions of goodness would be felt, and he was a Malfoy so that would not happen, and that was final.
Harry did not know how long he had been traveling in the forest for. He was hungry only managing finding certain berries that looked more or less not poisnos which was very few. He knew that purple and black berries were poisnous for sure, he learned that from Hogwarts. He had discovered that the red was healthy. The other ones he did not dare try. He still had a feeling that something was following him, it was begginig to creep him out, but he had little help in figuring out what exactly this thing was. He had seen many beasts though, all of them were somewhat frightening. He was careful to stay as far away as he could from and to be silent at all times.
He had gotten up in hour, ago and to his great delight had discovered a stream of water. But it was not exactly water either. It was almost silver. There was also a small clearing of the forest. And he could see the light reflections, for a second he forgot all about keeping silence and ran to the water. It was the most purest thing he had ever tasted, there was something so addictive about it. He used the water to clean himself and to his surprised it healed all his cuts, there was something funny about it. But before he could do anything. He felt a sharp budge on his shoulder he turned around quizzically two see 2 strange men both holding a spear to his head.
They both had long silver hair and bright blue eyes dressed in white garments that blended with their very pale skin. They both looked very young around 20 to be precise but slowly, very gradually he noticed marks of old age appearing rather quickly. Harry stood up slowly, not wanting to make them act to rashly. One of them said something to the other in a strange tongue before performing some sort of spell that made a visible staircase in the water. They gestured Harry to the stairs.
"But I cant." he looked at them nervously, there spears were poking at him. There would be no chance of escaping. He took a deep breath, getting ready to hold his breath, he stepped into the silvery water slowly, and then took another step, until his chin was only slightly above the water. He got ready to hold his breath and took the next step, his head was now inside the water, but to his surprised it did not feel like water, instead a strange type of air. He let out his breath, and could breathe normally. He looked back to see the 2 men, had lost all signs of all age, that's funny thought Harry. He continued to walk down the stairs. He started to see people, alike the men that guarded him. All the men looked alike, and the woman looked alike as did the children. They were all happy and young, there was literally no worries in this place. For the first time he stepped on land. He continue to walk with the 2 spears at his head. The houses themselves were made out of ivory, and the path out of marable. Altogether it was incredible; finally They arrived, in front of what appeared to be a palace, guarded by several women all of which were of incredible beauty.
The men bowed to them and left Harry there. The women nodded at him, their faces expressionless, all the faces were expressionless almost as if they were dead. The women led him to a chamber with in the palace, where a Tall women, sat gazing at him. She was different from all of them though. Instead of the silver hair, she had long reddish gold, her skin was not as frail but her eyes were a sharp blue. She smiled at him slowly, this was the first smile he had seen her, her eyes daunted into his "Welcome Harry Potter."
The spell must have just narrowly missed him, the force of it though, had knocked him out. It was not clear how long he had been knocked out. There was nobody in the room and secretly he escaped to the Forbidden forest. It was only a little safer than Hogwarts but what creatures that lived there, he could only speculate. His wand was gone, his invisibility cloak as well. It would be only pure chance if he got out alive. If he did manage, he would need to reform the Order of Phenoix before Voldmorte could start to take over the rest of the wizarding world. The remaining Weasilys would join he was almost certain-for two of their children Ron and Ginny still remained at Hogwarts. Sirus, would help but only secretly since he had not been yet exactly free of his sentence. Arabella Figg would do the best she could do for sure. He continue to list names of people who would be willing to help. He would come back for sure, for Hermione, Ron and everybody else. But he did not pay attention that he escaped the clutches of Voldmorte for the 5 time. Nor did he care that if true, he was the grandson of the most feared wizard, through out the world. And that the blood of Salazar Slytherin ran through him. It did not matter. Only saving the future was his main concern, like always.
For several hours he wandered. There were cuts amongst his arms from the branches and thorns. He had tripped several times and his legs were blistered with blood. He could hear strange sounds and felt as if there was an extra shadow amongst him. Every time he turned around there was nothing, however he was not sure since it was completely dark. There would be no of telling until day. if day came. But he was right, there was something following him.
Hermione woke up the next day. Harry was Dead the boy she had love, the one she had wanted for the last 2 years. She should have told him the way she felt and now she would never get the chance. This child should have been his not Malfoy's. A whole another topic, he had surprised her to great length last night, he had held her and let her cry him not to mention allowed her to hit him and he had left with such abruptness almost like he was afraid. Afraid of what? Or was that just one of the many mysteries about Draco Malfoy. One of the many mysteries she would never understand. He was just so dark and secretive. There was something about him that just scarred her but at the same time enthralled her to deep lengths. A suave of nausea ran through body, why did pregnancy have to be so sickening, her breasts were swollen and sore, and her depression was not helping. It was 6 six weeks along, 42 days so on so forth. It would be another 7 monthes and 2 weeks before the baby was born if it was. She stopped thinking, she didn't want think, she had done too much thinking in her life.
No trace of Harry Potter could be found to the death eater's dismay. They had had him or so they thought. "The stupid Pothead has escaped.again" Draco thought and cursed outloud. His father not to faraway raised his eyebrows.
"Don't curse" he said slowly, but it was obvious he was thinking the same thing as Draco. How had Potter escaped, passed the demeantors, the deatheaters, and Lord Voldmorte-his grandfather. What a surprised that had been. Lily Potter being Voldmorte's daughter and all. Which made the Gryffindor Prince heir to Slytherin. That itself was something funny in away. Yet at that same time made Draco jealous, very jealous. Why should Potter get that privilege? I deserve that title more, thought Draco angrily.
"Draco, it is clear that Potter has escaped from the castle, so it is important that the Lord continue his pursuit of power, before Harry Potter can come save the day." He said this slowly and dryly, ending it in a most sarcastic manner. "I will leave back to the Malfoy Manner, and gain as many resources there as possible." The Dark Lord will leave will join me for a short time among with several other Death Eators, before taking over parts of the wizarding world. Inserting fear wherever he can. 2 of the Death Eators Nott and Avery, will go looking for Harry Potter, but it will take extreme luck to find him. if he is alive. " he paused then continue " You will remain here amongst the remaining Deatheators and Dementors. I want you to keep a sharp on the Gryffindors, they maybe trying revolt. I also want you to make sure the Mudblood has no chance of escaping; the child she holds is of great importance and for our Lord." And he hesiatated "and to us, a Malfoy heir to the Dark Lord, do you know how this will benefit us?" Draco and his father both made nasty smiles while pondering on this. It would indeed give the Malfoys more power than imaginable." As Draco turned around, Lucious went on "Do not forget your studies. Draco nodded, but studies were the last thing on his mind.
His father, the Dark Lord, and several other followers left for Malfoy Manor the next week. All together he could see that the Gryffindors who now spent their life slaving for the other students were less fearful and no longer walked around with crying faces, now they just did their duties as if there was nothing to it. They even smiled occasionally. And Draco Hated it. He wanted them to fear him, but they didn't so he started to abuse them with for no apparent reasons and making fools of them. Even that didn't end their happiness. Why were they so happy? They were supposed to be hating their lives, like Granger. Who he had not seen since he told her of Harry's "death" she still thinks he is dead. That had been 3 weeks ago. He still had not seen her. She had been moved back to a old teacher's room that had not been used for a long time. He himself chose the room for her, he knew she would be slightly more happier in it. But he could not let her know that he had chosen the room especially for her. Only more emotions of goodness would be felt, and he was a Malfoy so that would not happen, and that was final.
Harry did not know how long he had been traveling in the forest for. He was hungry only managing finding certain berries that looked more or less not poisnos which was very few. He knew that purple and black berries were poisnous for sure, he learned that from Hogwarts. He had discovered that the red was healthy. The other ones he did not dare try. He still had a feeling that something was following him, it was begginig to creep him out, but he had little help in figuring out what exactly this thing was. He had seen many beasts though, all of them were somewhat frightening. He was careful to stay as far away as he could from and to be silent at all times.
He had gotten up in hour, ago and to his great delight had discovered a stream of water. But it was not exactly water either. It was almost silver. There was also a small clearing of the forest. And he could see the light reflections, for a second he forgot all about keeping silence and ran to the water. It was the most purest thing he had ever tasted, there was something so addictive about it. He used the water to clean himself and to his surprised it healed all his cuts, there was something funny about it. But before he could do anything. He felt a sharp budge on his shoulder he turned around quizzically two see 2 strange men both holding a spear to his head.
They both had long silver hair and bright blue eyes dressed in white garments that blended with their very pale skin. They both looked very young around 20 to be precise but slowly, very gradually he noticed marks of old age appearing rather quickly. Harry stood up slowly, not wanting to make them act to rashly. One of them said something to the other in a strange tongue before performing some sort of spell that made a visible staircase in the water. They gestured Harry to the stairs.
"But I cant." he looked at them nervously, there spears were poking at him. There would be no chance of escaping. He took a deep breath, getting ready to hold his breath, he stepped into the silvery water slowly, and then took another step, until his chin was only slightly above the water. He got ready to hold his breath and took the next step, his head was now inside the water, but to his surprised it did not feel like water, instead a strange type of air. He let out his breath, and could breathe normally. He looked back to see the 2 men, had lost all signs of all age, that's funny thought Harry. He continued to walk down the stairs. He started to see people, alike the men that guarded him. All the men looked alike, and the woman looked alike as did the children. They were all happy and young, there was literally no worries in this place. For the first time he stepped on land. He continue to walk with the 2 spears at his head. The houses themselves were made out of ivory, and the path out of marable. Altogether it was incredible; finally They arrived, in front of what appeared to be a palace, guarded by several women all of which were of incredible beauty.
The men bowed to them and left Harry there. The women nodded at him, their faces expressionless, all the faces were expressionless almost as if they were dead. The women led him to a chamber with in the palace, where a Tall women, sat gazing at him. She was different from all of them though. Instead of the silver hair, she had long reddish gold, her skin was not as frail but her eyes were a sharp blue. She smiled at him slowly, this was the first smile he had seen her, her eyes daunted into his "Welcome Harry Potter."