Chapter 7
"I need you to help me find Hermione." Harry called as he spotted a platinum blonde head at the end of the corridor. The head turned and Harry stared into the steely gray eyes of Lucius Malfoy (AN: Dun Dun Dun), who's lips curled at the sight of Harry.
"Oh I don't think I'll be doing that, Mr. Potter." Lucius drawled, looking Harry up and down. Harry glared. "What are you doing here?" He spat. Lucius stared around. "Oh, am I not supposed to be here?" He asked sarcastically. "I'd like a word with my son if you don't mind, but even if you do, you'll get whats coming to you."
Harry clenched his fists. "Where is she?" He shouted. Lucius glared. "Boy, what makes you think I'd know where that flithy mudblood is?" Lucius barked. Harry groaned. "Give it up! We all know you're a stupid death eater and I know you got Eve Studt to kidnap Hermione -"
Lucius took out his wand. "You wont know anything after this, Potter! It's about time some one did this! Avada -"
"Is there a problem, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy?" A wise voice spoke slowly. They both turned to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway, his long white beard flowing down the front of his navy blue robes. Lucius glared at Harry and shoved his wand back into his cloak.
"Mr. Malfoy, are you aware of which spell you were about to use on a student?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling. Lucius glared at Dumbledore as well. "I am perfectly aware. I was just leaving when Mr. Potter confronted me, very rudely indeed." Lucius said with a silky deadliness in his voice.
"Call me stupid, but when did you get out of Azkaban, Lucius?" Dumbledore asked, moving closer. A vien in Lucius' neck throbbed but cleared his throat. "They decided that I was not guilty. After all, I am Lucius Malfoy." Lucius said the last line as if it were common sense.
"Really? Most of the families have been aware that if you didn't win your case as not guilty, then you would make sure Voldemort would go after them." Dumbledore said quietly. "And why wasn't I there to witness this trial?" Lucius glowered at the old wizard.
"How dare you!" He cried, turning on his heel before disappearing out the large oak doors. Harry turned to face Dumbledore, but he was gone.
"Was that my father shouting?" A voice called from the staircase leading to the dungeons. Harry nodded his head, and locked his emerald eyes on Draco's gray.
* * *
"You've got to help me!" Harry said, heading towards Draco impatiently. Draco raised his face and stared at him blankly. "Help you what, exactly?" He asked with such silkiness that his father possessed. Harry's eyes narrowed. "Help me get Hermione back!" Harry cried, his raven black hair looking more untidy then usual. "No... I don't think I'll be doing that." Draco replied. Harry's jaw dropped. "And why not?" He asked angrily.
Draco smirked and the light caught his platinum blonde hair perfectly. "It's not my part to do so." Draco replied, turning to go back toward the dungeons. Harry drew out his wand furiously. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Draco fell to the ground in a full body bind and stared up at the ceiling blankly. Harry stared at him on the ground. "Now, you're going to help me, Malfoy. Enervate!"
Draco stood up and rubbed his back, moaning slightly. "Fine! I'll help you!" He said, his tone as cold as ice. Harry glanced around. "We don't have a lot of time." He said, heading upstairs to the third floor corridor. Draco followed behind, a frown on his pointed face.
"What are we doing here?" Draco asked as they stepped into the dusty corridor. Harry didn't feel like explaining the previous use of this corridor at the moment. "She might be in here." He said, magicing the door unlocked. Draco peered around when they stepped in. A dusty harp was resting against the stone wall, and a wooden flute was near a dog dish.
"I've been looking for this." Harry said, picking up the flute. Draco looked confused. "This way," Harry said, opening up a trap door in the floor. Draco watched as Harry fell into it and heard him land with a thump. Draco smirked and dropped into the chamber through the door. He landed on something sticky and soft.
"AH!" Draco called, watching as a long green vine wrapped around his arm. "Draco, remain calm. Do not panic." Harry replied, closing his eyes. A few minutes later, Harry fell through the Devil's Snare and watched Draco from below. "You're not calming down!" Harry called. After a couple of minutes of soothing words, Draco fell through too, his usually slicked back hair hung in his face and he glared.
"How did you talk me into this?" He growled. Harry raised his wand and walked towards the next door at a fast pace. Draco glared after him and followed him into the next room. There were a couple of dusty broomsticks against the wall, and a couple of strange keys with wings were scattered across the floor, but other than that, the room was empty.
"C'mon!" Harry cried impatiently, tossing the broken door knob away and pulling the door open. "Woah!" Draco whispered, eyeing the broken shards of glass spread over a giant chess board. Harry pushed aside a shattered crown and made way towards the other door. "We had to get through all of this while it was all set up in our first year." Harry said, opening the next door quickly.
"EW!" Draco cried, gagging. A rotton stinch filled their nostrils. There was nothing in this room, only a red blood stain on the floor. "There used to be a dead troll in here, guess they got it out," Harry replied, plugging his nose as he threw open the next door.
Five empty bottles were lined up on a table, and two were shattered into a million pieces on the stone ground. Draco picked up a piece of aging parchment from the ground.
Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, whichever you will find,
One among us seven will let you go ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line,
Choose, unless you wish to stay here forever more,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you eoulf mobr onestf, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.
"Lets go! We're nearly there!" Harry said angrily, tugging on Draco's sleeve. They burst through the door separating them from the next room. "This wasn't here before..." Harry said as he opened the door.
"DAMN!" Draco cried.
"I need you to help me find Hermione." Harry called as he spotted a platinum blonde head at the end of the corridor. The head turned and Harry stared into the steely gray eyes of Lucius Malfoy (AN: Dun Dun Dun), who's lips curled at the sight of Harry.
"Oh I don't think I'll be doing that, Mr. Potter." Lucius drawled, looking Harry up and down. Harry glared. "What are you doing here?" He spat. Lucius stared around. "Oh, am I not supposed to be here?" He asked sarcastically. "I'd like a word with my son if you don't mind, but even if you do, you'll get whats coming to you."
Harry clenched his fists. "Where is she?" He shouted. Lucius glared. "Boy, what makes you think I'd know where that flithy mudblood is?" Lucius barked. Harry groaned. "Give it up! We all know you're a stupid death eater and I know you got Eve Studt to kidnap Hermione -"
Lucius took out his wand. "You wont know anything after this, Potter! It's about time some one did this! Avada -"
"Is there a problem, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy?" A wise voice spoke slowly. They both turned to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway, his long white beard flowing down the front of his navy blue robes. Lucius glared at Harry and shoved his wand back into his cloak.
"Mr. Malfoy, are you aware of which spell you were about to use on a student?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling. Lucius glared at Dumbledore as well. "I am perfectly aware. I was just leaving when Mr. Potter confronted me, very rudely indeed." Lucius said with a silky deadliness in his voice.
"Call me stupid, but when did you get out of Azkaban, Lucius?" Dumbledore asked, moving closer. A vien in Lucius' neck throbbed but cleared his throat. "They decided that I was not guilty. After all, I am Lucius Malfoy." Lucius said the last line as if it were common sense.
"Really? Most of the families have been aware that if you didn't win your case as not guilty, then you would make sure Voldemort would go after them." Dumbledore said quietly. "And why wasn't I there to witness this trial?" Lucius glowered at the old wizard.
"How dare you!" He cried, turning on his heel before disappearing out the large oak doors. Harry turned to face Dumbledore, but he was gone.
"Was that my father shouting?" A voice called from the staircase leading to the dungeons. Harry nodded his head, and locked his emerald eyes on Draco's gray.
* * *
"You've got to help me!" Harry said, heading towards Draco impatiently. Draco raised his face and stared at him blankly. "Help you what, exactly?" He asked with such silkiness that his father possessed. Harry's eyes narrowed. "Help me get Hermione back!" Harry cried, his raven black hair looking more untidy then usual. "No... I don't think I'll be doing that." Draco replied. Harry's jaw dropped. "And why not?" He asked angrily.
Draco smirked and the light caught his platinum blonde hair perfectly. "It's not my part to do so." Draco replied, turning to go back toward the dungeons. Harry drew out his wand furiously. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Draco fell to the ground in a full body bind and stared up at the ceiling blankly. Harry stared at him on the ground. "Now, you're going to help me, Malfoy. Enervate!"
Draco stood up and rubbed his back, moaning slightly. "Fine! I'll help you!" He said, his tone as cold as ice. Harry glanced around. "We don't have a lot of time." He said, heading upstairs to the third floor corridor. Draco followed behind, a frown on his pointed face.
"What are we doing here?" Draco asked as they stepped into the dusty corridor. Harry didn't feel like explaining the previous use of this corridor at the moment. "She might be in here." He said, magicing the door unlocked. Draco peered around when they stepped in. A dusty harp was resting against the stone wall, and a wooden flute was near a dog dish.
"I've been looking for this." Harry said, picking up the flute. Draco looked confused. "This way," Harry said, opening up a trap door in the floor. Draco watched as Harry fell into it and heard him land with a thump. Draco smirked and dropped into the chamber through the door. He landed on something sticky and soft.
"AH!" Draco called, watching as a long green vine wrapped around his arm. "Draco, remain calm. Do not panic." Harry replied, closing his eyes. A few minutes later, Harry fell through the Devil's Snare and watched Draco from below. "You're not calming down!" Harry called. After a couple of minutes of soothing words, Draco fell through too, his usually slicked back hair hung in his face and he glared.
"How did you talk me into this?" He growled. Harry raised his wand and walked towards the next door at a fast pace. Draco glared after him and followed him into the next room. There were a couple of dusty broomsticks against the wall, and a couple of strange keys with wings were scattered across the floor, but other than that, the room was empty.
"C'mon!" Harry cried impatiently, tossing the broken door knob away and pulling the door open. "Woah!" Draco whispered, eyeing the broken shards of glass spread over a giant chess board. Harry pushed aside a shattered crown and made way towards the other door. "We had to get through all of this while it was all set up in our first year." Harry said, opening the next door quickly.
"EW!" Draco cried, gagging. A rotton stinch filled their nostrils. There was nothing in this room, only a red blood stain on the floor. "There used to be a dead troll in here, guess they got it out," Harry replied, plugging his nose as he threw open the next door.
Five empty bottles were lined up on a table, and two were shattered into a million pieces on the stone ground. Draco picked up a piece of aging parchment from the ground.
Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, whichever you will find,
One among us seven will let you go ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line,
Choose, unless you wish to stay here forever more,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you eoulf mobr onestf, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.
"Lets go! We're nearly there!" Harry said angrily, tugging on Draco's sleeve. They burst through the door separating them from the next room. "This wasn't here before..." Harry said as he opened the door.
"DAMN!" Draco cried.