Author's notes: Right well, here we are again. From this story you can
expect pig piles of angst, big piles of action, some really really intense bits
and just a splash of romance. hint: something for everyone. Once again
bear with me as it gets going, once again it shall be worth it :) (I hope!)
Disclaimer: I only own the story
*Resistance* - Chapter 2
Tap tap tap.
Harry Potter's eyes snapped open. He stumbled out of bed so fast he got
tangled up in his blankets, and fell in a heap infront of the window. Not to
be deterred, he scrambled forward and yanked the window open, and in
flew his snowy owl, Hedwig. Harry's grin threatened to take his head off.
She hooted softly at him, apparently amused at his antics, then offered her
leg. In his excitement Harry nearly ripped the parchment while unrolling
it, but finally got it spread out onto his bed. He read,
*Harry,
It's good to hear you and Moony are getting along so well. I know you are
bored, but remember you'll be back at school soon. I'm safe where I am,
you have to stop worrying so much. Dumbledore himself recommended
this place. I'll try to visit you when school starts. There's something I
think you should do. Write to Dragon. You remember how he was in the
hospital wing? I'll bet staying with Snape isn't as great as he was making
it out to be. Give it some thought.
Snuffles*
Harry blinked. Write to Draco Malfoy? What was he supposed to say?
Hey, how are you, sorry to hear your father was a murdering Death Eater
and you had to send him to Azkaban? Harry glanced at his writing desk,
there was a piece of parchment all ready. He sat down, and wrote, feeling
a bit silly,
*Dear Draco,*
Harry paused. After a moment's thought he scrubbed out the 'Dear'.
Harry was stumped. He really didn't know what to write. Maybe he would
finish this after breakfast.
Ron tripped down the last few steps into the Burrow's kitchen, rubbing
the sleep out of his eyes. His mother was bustling over the stove, Fred and
George were busily wolfing down toast and Ginny was already well into
"Witch Weekly". Ron plonked himself down and started buttering toast.
"Did you guys feel that shaking last night?" he asked. Mr Weasley looked
up from his paper.
"You mean the tremor? No, but there's a column in 'The Prophet' about
it. Says it happened around four this morning." He read.
"Why were you up at four in the morning?" Asked Ginny, her eyes
watching him over her magazine. Ron felt himself go slightly pink.
"Um, dunno, just couldn't get comfortable."
"Probably dreaming about a certain someone more likely." Said George
with a wicked grin to Fred.
"What do you mean!" Ron could feel the heat growing on his face.
"Oh nothing, nothing." Said Fred after a stern look from their mother. Ron
sank down in his chair as far as possible, which wasn't a lot as he was so
tall, and fervently wished his friends would get there soon.
Harry left the bacon sizzling and went to get the paper. Lupin would arrive
to check up on him in a few hours, then he wouldn't be so bored. Maybe
he could help him with the letter to Draco? He picked up the paper from
the mat and turned it over. Under the main story, there was small piece on
a 'tremor' that has happened last night. Harry then remembered everything
rattling for a few minutes, he had forgotten about it when he went to sleep.
Something in the back of his head was telling him to be wary, this tremor
meant something. Harry scanned the article but didn't see anything
sinister. Trying to shake the feeling off he dished up his breakfast. His
eyes kept straying back to the article. No, this couldn't be anything to do
with Voldemort, or even wizards. Sure, tremors didn't happen very often
in England, but that didn't mean anything. Did it? Anyway, his scar
would have hurt if Voldemort was back. Harry nodded his head to his
silent argument. He would have had a dream or something, and he
hadn't. No, the biggest thing he had to worry about this year was
befriending Draco Malfoy, no mean feat in itself. His thoughts back on his
letter upstairs, Harry quickly washed his plate in the sink, not even letting
the thought that only last year Voldemort had found a way to control his
dreams disrupt his improved mood.
Ron had never ran up the stairs to his room so fast. Finally, his mother had
said those magic words, "Why don't you ask Harry and Hermione to stay
next week?" Ron threw himself at his cramped desk and hastily scribbled
out two identical notes.
* Mum says you can stay next week! Write back and tell me if you can.
Ron.*
He then spun around to Pig's cage, and felt his stomach drop. He
remembered, seeing the empty cage, how he had leant Pig to Fred and
George to send some joke ideas to the head of Zonkos manufacturers. Ron
let out a huge sigh of frustration and fell back onto his bed. Pig had been
gone two days already, and Ron had no idea how long he would be. If
Percy hadn't have moved out he could have used his owl, and for a
sudden irrational second Ron wished he hadn't moved out. Then his
senses returned and he remembered how annoying Percy had become. Ron
decided that if Pig was gone too long he'd end up just bursting into his
friends houses by floo powder.
Harry was once again sat as his desk, peering at the letter.
*Draco,
How is your summer going? Mine's been really dull, just stuck in the
house all day doing homework. Professor Snape's house must be really
interesting (Harry had written that part with a huge scowl on his face, but
determined to write something nice.) Maybe we could all meet up before
school and do something?
Harry.*
Harry didn't particularly want to meet up with Draco, inside or outside of
school, but Draco had saved Ron and Hermione, and Sirius seemed to
think he was bored. Plus, Harry really didn't think Draco would take him
up on his offer. Harry blew the ink until it was dry, then gave it to Hedwig
who took off in the midday sun.
Bored was a serious understatement. Draco glared at the sun as if it had
personally offended him. Draco had taken Snape up on his offer because,
basically, Draco had no-where else to go. He supposed he could have gone
back to Malfoy Manor, but he didn't want to see it now it was empty. His
mother had gone missing, Draco assumed she had gone back to the Death
Eaters. He had thought staying with Snape wouldn't be so bad, his potions
teacher must have an interesting house with plenty to keep him occupied.
He had been proven wrong. Severus Snape's house was the dullest place
Draco had even had the misfortune to visit. All Snape did all day was
experiment with new potions, scribbling them down in his notebook and
muttering to himself. Draco had taken to wandering around the
surrounding countryside, but this only aggravated him further. Draco was
not an outdoors person. And now, here he was, sat on the lawn outside
Snape's detatched house, glaring at the sky, a crumpled piece of
parchment in his hand. It had come that morning, with the official looking
seal of the Ministry of Magic. It basically was asking him to go back to
Malfoy Manor and collect what belonged to him, before the Ministry
confiscated the lot. How dare they! The Malfoy's had been living in that
house for generations, some of the objects inside were priceless! Of
course, some were also highly illegal, but Draco didn't care about those.
Things like that related back to his father, someone Draco was all too
happy to banish memories of.
It felt horrible to admit it, but Draco didn't want to go back alone. He
didn't want to ask Snape, but it was looking like he would have to. He
could just imagine Snape trawling through his personal possessions,
making comments about his father. Draco knew Snape and Lucius had
hated each other. But Draco couldn't think of anyone else to ask.
Scowling, he got up and began to walk back to the house to ask Snape. As
he got to the door, he heard the swish of wings, and something heavy
landed on his shoulder. It was another letter, written in pretty horrendous
handwriting. Draco's jaw dropped in disbelief. Harry? Harry Potter was
offering to meet up with him before school? Trying to work out the
reasoning behind this left Draco's mind blank. Obviously Harry had some
guilt thing going on, he would never have written otherwise. Then a
thought entered his brain before he could stop it. Would Harry come to the
Manor? Draco stopped dead in the hallway. Where had that come from?
He didn't want Potter in his house any more than Snape! No, Snape was
the best choice, not that there was a choice, because there was no way he
would ever invite Potter. Ever.
Lupin and Harry had been chatting for an hour, Harry showing him
Sirius' letter and explaining what he wrote to Draco. Lupin seemed to find
it highly amusing that it took Harry so long to write such a short letter to
Draco. As Harry was going to reply, Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon, zoomed in
through the open window. Lupin deftly caught him with a lazily
outstretched hand, handing the two notes to Harry. The first was from
Ron, asking Harry to stay at the Burrow the next week. Lupin smiled
indulgently as Harry whooped. The second was from Hermione. Pig had
obviously been to her first. She was also going to stay at the Burrow. As
Harry began to scrawl his reply, a tapping made them both look up.
Hedwig was back already.
"Probably wouldn't even accept my letter." Said Harry. Lupin ignored him
and let Hedwig in. He unravelled the letter and raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Asked Harry.
"I think before you write your reply to Ron you should read this." said
Lupin. Harry took the letter curiously and began to read.
*Harry,
I'll take you up on your offer. I need someone to accompany me to Malfoy
Manor. Professor Snape is too busy, and since you already owe me I think
you should do it. Be here on Monday.
Draco Malfoy*
"Owe him!" Shouted Harry furiously. "I don't owe him anything!"
"Except your two best friends." Said Lupin. Harry glared at him. Lupin
continued, "You shouldn't have offered if you weren't going to go
through with it."
"But Ron and Hermione will be at The Burrow!" Harry whined.
"Why don't you ask if you can bring them along? After all, they 'owe'
Draco too." Harry could just imagine Ron's reaction to that idea. Harry
looked at Lupin helplessly, an invitation in each hand. Lupin's face
remained impassive. Defeated, Harry sighed, slouched onto the settee,
then looked up.
"Ron's going to kill me." He said.
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ok, I seriously need help with this chaptering thing. If anyone had worked
it out, mail me! Adelina.Holmes@theseed.net
expect pig piles of angst, big piles of action, some really really intense bits
and just a splash of romance. hint: something for everyone. Once again
bear with me as it gets going, once again it shall be worth it :) (I hope!)
Disclaimer: I only own the story
*Resistance* - Chapter 2
Tap tap tap.
Harry Potter's eyes snapped open. He stumbled out of bed so fast he got
tangled up in his blankets, and fell in a heap infront of the window. Not to
be deterred, he scrambled forward and yanked the window open, and in
flew his snowy owl, Hedwig. Harry's grin threatened to take his head off.
She hooted softly at him, apparently amused at his antics, then offered her
leg. In his excitement Harry nearly ripped the parchment while unrolling
it, but finally got it spread out onto his bed. He read,
*Harry,
It's good to hear you and Moony are getting along so well. I know you are
bored, but remember you'll be back at school soon. I'm safe where I am,
you have to stop worrying so much. Dumbledore himself recommended
this place. I'll try to visit you when school starts. There's something I
think you should do. Write to Dragon. You remember how he was in the
hospital wing? I'll bet staying with Snape isn't as great as he was making
it out to be. Give it some thought.
Snuffles*
Harry blinked. Write to Draco Malfoy? What was he supposed to say?
Hey, how are you, sorry to hear your father was a murdering Death Eater
and you had to send him to Azkaban? Harry glanced at his writing desk,
there was a piece of parchment all ready. He sat down, and wrote, feeling
a bit silly,
*Dear Draco,*
Harry paused. After a moment's thought he scrubbed out the 'Dear'.
Harry was stumped. He really didn't know what to write. Maybe he would
finish this after breakfast.
Ron tripped down the last few steps into the Burrow's kitchen, rubbing
the sleep out of his eyes. His mother was bustling over the stove, Fred and
George were busily wolfing down toast and Ginny was already well into
"Witch Weekly". Ron plonked himself down and started buttering toast.
"Did you guys feel that shaking last night?" he asked. Mr Weasley looked
up from his paper.
"You mean the tremor? No, but there's a column in 'The Prophet' about
it. Says it happened around four this morning." He read.
"Why were you up at four in the morning?" Asked Ginny, her eyes
watching him over her magazine. Ron felt himself go slightly pink.
"Um, dunno, just couldn't get comfortable."
"Probably dreaming about a certain someone more likely." Said George
with a wicked grin to Fred.
"What do you mean!" Ron could feel the heat growing on his face.
"Oh nothing, nothing." Said Fred after a stern look from their mother. Ron
sank down in his chair as far as possible, which wasn't a lot as he was so
tall, and fervently wished his friends would get there soon.
Harry left the bacon sizzling and went to get the paper. Lupin would arrive
to check up on him in a few hours, then he wouldn't be so bored. Maybe
he could help him with the letter to Draco? He picked up the paper from
the mat and turned it over. Under the main story, there was small piece on
a 'tremor' that has happened last night. Harry then remembered everything
rattling for a few minutes, he had forgotten about it when he went to sleep.
Something in the back of his head was telling him to be wary, this tremor
meant something. Harry scanned the article but didn't see anything
sinister. Trying to shake the feeling off he dished up his breakfast. His
eyes kept straying back to the article. No, this couldn't be anything to do
with Voldemort, or even wizards. Sure, tremors didn't happen very often
in England, but that didn't mean anything. Did it? Anyway, his scar
would have hurt if Voldemort was back. Harry nodded his head to his
silent argument. He would have had a dream or something, and he
hadn't. No, the biggest thing he had to worry about this year was
befriending Draco Malfoy, no mean feat in itself. His thoughts back on his
letter upstairs, Harry quickly washed his plate in the sink, not even letting
the thought that only last year Voldemort had found a way to control his
dreams disrupt his improved mood.
Ron had never ran up the stairs to his room so fast. Finally, his mother had
said those magic words, "Why don't you ask Harry and Hermione to stay
next week?" Ron threw himself at his cramped desk and hastily scribbled
out two identical notes.
* Mum says you can stay next week! Write back and tell me if you can.
Ron.*
He then spun around to Pig's cage, and felt his stomach drop. He
remembered, seeing the empty cage, how he had leant Pig to Fred and
George to send some joke ideas to the head of Zonkos manufacturers. Ron
let out a huge sigh of frustration and fell back onto his bed. Pig had been
gone two days already, and Ron had no idea how long he would be. If
Percy hadn't have moved out he could have used his owl, and for a
sudden irrational second Ron wished he hadn't moved out. Then his
senses returned and he remembered how annoying Percy had become. Ron
decided that if Pig was gone too long he'd end up just bursting into his
friends houses by floo powder.
Harry was once again sat as his desk, peering at the letter.
*Draco,
How is your summer going? Mine's been really dull, just stuck in the
house all day doing homework. Professor Snape's house must be really
interesting (Harry had written that part with a huge scowl on his face, but
determined to write something nice.) Maybe we could all meet up before
school and do something?
Harry.*
Harry didn't particularly want to meet up with Draco, inside or outside of
school, but Draco had saved Ron and Hermione, and Sirius seemed to
think he was bored. Plus, Harry really didn't think Draco would take him
up on his offer. Harry blew the ink until it was dry, then gave it to Hedwig
who took off in the midday sun.
Bored was a serious understatement. Draco glared at the sun as if it had
personally offended him. Draco had taken Snape up on his offer because,
basically, Draco had no-where else to go. He supposed he could have gone
back to Malfoy Manor, but he didn't want to see it now it was empty. His
mother had gone missing, Draco assumed she had gone back to the Death
Eaters. He had thought staying with Snape wouldn't be so bad, his potions
teacher must have an interesting house with plenty to keep him occupied.
He had been proven wrong. Severus Snape's house was the dullest place
Draco had even had the misfortune to visit. All Snape did all day was
experiment with new potions, scribbling them down in his notebook and
muttering to himself. Draco had taken to wandering around the
surrounding countryside, but this only aggravated him further. Draco was
not an outdoors person. And now, here he was, sat on the lawn outside
Snape's detatched house, glaring at the sky, a crumpled piece of
parchment in his hand. It had come that morning, with the official looking
seal of the Ministry of Magic. It basically was asking him to go back to
Malfoy Manor and collect what belonged to him, before the Ministry
confiscated the lot. How dare they! The Malfoy's had been living in that
house for generations, some of the objects inside were priceless! Of
course, some were also highly illegal, but Draco didn't care about those.
Things like that related back to his father, someone Draco was all too
happy to banish memories of.
It felt horrible to admit it, but Draco didn't want to go back alone. He
didn't want to ask Snape, but it was looking like he would have to. He
could just imagine Snape trawling through his personal possessions,
making comments about his father. Draco knew Snape and Lucius had
hated each other. But Draco couldn't think of anyone else to ask.
Scowling, he got up and began to walk back to the house to ask Snape. As
he got to the door, he heard the swish of wings, and something heavy
landed on his shoulder. It was another letter, written in pretty horrendous
handwriting. Draco's jaw dropped in disbelief. Harry? Harry Potter was
offering to meet up with him before school? Trying to work out the
reasoning behind this left Draco's mind blank. Obviously Harry had some
guilt thing going on, he would never have written otherwise. Then a
thought entered his brain before he could stop it. Would Harry come to the
Manor? Draco stopped dead in the hallway. Where had that come from?
He didn't want Potter in his house any more than Snape! No, Snape was
the best choice, not that there was a choice, because there was no way he
would ever invite Potter. Ever.
Lupin and Harry had been chatting for an hour, Harry showing him
Sirius' letter and explaining what he wrote to Draco. Lupin seemed to find
it highly amusing that it took Harry so long to write such a short letter to
Draco. As Harry was going to reply, Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon, zoomed in
through the open window. Lupin deftly caught him with a lazily
outstretched hand, handing the two notes to Harry. The first was from
Ron, asking Harry to stay at the Burrow the next week. Lupin smiled
indulgently as Harry whooped. The second was from Hermione. Pig had
obviously been to her first. She was also going to stay at the Burrow. As
Harry began to scrawl his reply, a tapping made them both look up.
Hedwig was back already.
"Probably wouldn't even accept my letter." Said Harry. Lupin ignored him
and let Hedwig in. He unravelled the letter and raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Asked Harry.
"I think before you write your reply to Ron you should read this." said
Lupin. Harry took the letter curiously and began to read.
*Harry,
I'll take you up on your offer. I need someone to accompany me to Malfoy
Manor. Professor Snape is too busy, and since you already owe me I think
you should do it. Be here on Monday.
Draco Malfoy*
"Owe him!" Shouted Harry furiously. "I don't owe him anything!"
"Except your two best friends." Said Lupin. Harry glared at him. Lupin
continued, "You shouldn't have offered if you weren't going to go
through with it."
"But Ron and Hermione will be at The Burrow!" Harry whined.
"Why don't you ask if you can bring them along? After all, they 'owe'
Draco too." Harry could just imagine Ron's reaction to that idea. Harry
looked at Lupin helplessly, an invitation in each hand. Lupin's face
remained impassive. Defeated, Harry sighed, slouched onto the settee,
then looked up.
"Ron's going to kill me." He said.
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ok, I seriously need help with this chaptering thing. If anyone had worked
it out, mail me! Adelina.Holmes@theseed.net