A/N: Somewhere Plot, Complication, and Confusion are laughing like mad. I have half a mind to see what they're up to, but that can wait.
Thank you Karina305, Rehanna, RandomThought, Irda Majere, Dark_One Shadowphyre, Becca (a little strange is my specialty), Nekokijo, Megan, panda g. pinke, Lizzy Potter, Creamy Mimi, Escagirl, Min 1979, Kat, Zoe, Mialee, Tigger26, Cat, Becks, Silverfox, Allie Potter, P-chan, Gwen, Banance, Kit, ~*Luckyseven*~, Blake, and Blair (Kirsah has some Dean/Seamus fics. THere is an interesting one called Easily that's on my favorites list with Dean/Seamus, but they're not the main pairing), Ema Lee, Nancy H.B., briteyes, maidmarian62, Eternal Haven, Inno, OMG, Goddess Shinigami, Dewi, Mystica, *WOlf's Cry*, Mel Twinkle, Helga of Wurm, Paige, Eccentricity is Me, Tygress, Wyv, Bel, and Alan (Can't kill Lucius. I have to save some stuff for the sequel, if I write one.), Lelio, Prongs, Lindsay Beth ( good spotting of a plot ^_- ), LunarBard, Bella, Fluer---@, and do you really care?!.
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Harry woke up on a cold stone floor. He sat up with some difficulty, as his hands were chained to a post. He was dressed, which was a relief because the last thing he remembered was lying naked next to Draco...Draco. Harry looked around. The room was full of Death Eaters, all of them wearing hideous masks. Then it hit him. He had been betrayed. He wished he were as dense as Neville claimed he could be because this new knowledge hurt. It hurt him so horribly he couldn't breathe.
He had been betrayed by the person he loved most- the one he had defied friends and family for. And he had been warned. Everybody had warned him: Sirius, Remus, Ron, Neville, Hermione, Seamus, even Draco had warned him. But he had refused to listen. He was going to die. And he was going to die just like his parents- sold out by someone he thought he knew. And that was the worst part, really. He didn't know Draco at all.
Tears burned in his eyes. No. He'd rot in Hell before he let Death Eaters see him cry, see him broken. Shock disappeared. He was livid. Anger was coursing through him and for the first time in his life, he felt capable of seriously hurting someone.
"Harry," said a high, cold voice. "So glad you could join us."
"You know you could try written invitations instead of Slytherin duplicity. Something scented perhaps. Much more horrifying," Harry replied. Behind his mask, Draco snickered. *Please, God, if you've ever liked me just a tiny bit, please let this work,* he prayed.
"You'll regret that," Voldemort said.
"Right, can we skip to the part where you finally kill me? I've heard this before. It's old," Harry snapped, too angry to honestly give a damn.
"Is it?"
"Yes. I have better things to do than be bored to tears by you."
"Like my son?" asked Lucius.
"You know, I really should thank you. You're soon has a mouth like a Hoover, which he must've gotten from you. It must come in handy when you're sucking up to Voldemort." If looks could kill, Harry would have been vaporized by the glare Lucius turned on him. Voldemort smiled.
"So eager to die? Why is that? Could it be because your little boyfriend gave you to us as a nice little present?" he asked. Harry didn't answer. "But I grow tired of this. Crucio!" he said with a casual flick of his wand.
Pain. Searing pain. He couldn't see. He couldn't hear. All he knew was the pain. He bit his lip to keep from screaming.
Harry looked around bemusedly. He knew the curse had hit him, but it didn't hurt. Voldemort was also puzzled by the lack of screaming. He tried again. Nothing. He looked his wand over from top to bottom. He tried the curse on Wormtail. He was rewarded with a shriek. He tried it once more on Harry. Nothing. "Damn! You've got another protection spell. Why is someone always trying to protect you!" Voldemort demanded. "Lucius, give me the dagger." Lucius handed him a dagger. Experimentally, Voldemort scratched a shallow line across Harry's chest. Blood welled from the cut momentarily before it healed and the skin was unbroken. "Well, this requires a rethinking of strategy. Come," he said, beckoning to the Death Eaters. One by one, they left, leaving Harry alone.
Harry pulled at his chains. They held fast. He turned to get a better look at his bindings. He was startled to find that they were his handcuffs. He sighed. What had Draco said about these handcuffs? You had to want to be in them? Fine. He honestly didn't mind these handcuffs. He liked them actually. What an interesting fashion statement. He'd have fun explaining that to someone- Snape, for example. He laughed. Click. He was free.
A sparkle in a far corner caught his eye. He went to investigate. It looked just like a fairy. "Hello," it said. Harry jumped. Fairies didn't talk.
"What are you?"
"Helper. Come to help you."
"How did you know I needed help?"
"Was summoned."
"By whom?"
"Don't know."
"Can you show me the way out?"
"Yes. Follow me."
The Helper flew over to the door. "Open. You bigger than me." Surprisingly, the door was unlocked. Harry followed the helper through a labyrinth of hallways.
"Were are we?"
"Malfoy Manor."
"Should've known." Eventually they came to a large door leading outside. Harry made a run for it and landed sprawling on the grass. Unhurt, he turned to see what he had tripped over. It was a broom- his broom. He picked it up. Something hit the ground. It was his wand. It had been concealed in the tail of the broom. With the Helper on his shoulder, Harry flew off the grounds to the nearest road, where he hailed the Knight Bus. "Fare?" Stan asked. Money? Did he even have any money? Yes, he did from this afternoon or yesterday afternoon. He shoved the change into Stan's hand and boarded the bus. He laid down on a bed and closed his eyes, grateful to be out of danger for the moment.
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What? How can this chapter be over? You're still confused! I'll explain in good time. Thoughts? Review my dears.
Luv ya!
J. Silver
Thank you Karina305, Rehanna, RandomThought, Irda Majere, Dark_One Shadowphyre, Becca (a little strange is my specialty), Nekokijo, Megan, panda g. pinke, Lizzy Potter, Creamy Mimi, Escagirl, Min 1979, Kat, Zoe, Mialee, Tigger26, Cat, Becks, Silverfox, Allie Potter, P-chan, Gwen, Banance, Kit, ~*Luckyseven*~, Blake, and Blair (Kirsah has some Dean/Seamus fics. THere is an interesting one called Easily that's on my favorites list with Dean/Seamus, but they're not the main pairing), Ema Lee, Nancy H.B., briteyes, maidmarian62, Eternal Haven, Inno, OMG, Goddess Shinigami, Dewi, Mystica, *WOlf's Cry*, Mel Twinkle, Helga of Wurm, Paige, Eccentricity is Me, Tygress, Wyv, Bel, and Alan (Can't kill Lucius. I have to save some stuff for the sequel, if I write one.), Lelio, Prongs, Lindsay Beth ( good spotting of a plot ^_- ), LunarBard, Bella, Fluer---@, and do you really care?!.
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Harry woke up on a cold stone floor. He sat up with some difficulty, as his hands were chained to a post. He was dressed, which was a relief because the last thing he remembered was lying naked next to Draco...Draco. Harry looked around. The room was full of Death Eaters, all of them wearing hideous masks. Then it hit him. He had been betrayed. He wished he were as dense as Neville claimed he could be because this new knowledge hurt. It hurt him so horribly he couldn't breathe.
He had been betrayed by the person he loved most- the one he had defied friends and family for. And he had been warned. Everybody had warned him: Sirius, Remus, Ron, Neville, Hermione, Seamus, even Draco had warned him. But he had refused to listen. He was going to die. And he was going to die just like his parents- sold out by someone he thought he knew. And that was the worst part, really. He didn't know Draco at all.
Tears burned in his eyes. No. He'd rot in Hell before he let Death Eaters see him cry, see him broken. Shock disappeared. He was livid. Anger was coursing through him and for the first time in his life, he felt capable of seriously hurting someone.
"Harry," said a high, cold voice. "So glad you could join us."
"You know you could try written invitations instead of Slytherin duplicity. Something scented perhaps. Much more horrifying," Harry replied. Behind his mask, Draco snickered. *Please, God, if you've ever liked me just a tiny bit, please let this work,* he prayed.
"You'll regret that," Voldemort said.
"Right, can we skip to the part where you finally kill me? I've heard this before. It's old," Harry snapped, too angry to honestly give a damn.
"Is it?"
"Yes. I have better things to do than be bored to tears by you."
"Like my son?" asked Lucius.
"You know, I really should thank you. You're soon has a mouth like a Hoover, which he must've gotten from you. It must come in handy when you're sucking up to Voldemort." If looks could kill, Harry would have been vaporized by the glare Lucius turned on him. Voldemort smiled.
"So eager to die? Why is that? Could it be because your little boyfriend gave you to us as a nice little present?" he asked. Harry didn't answer. "But I grow tired of this. Crucio!" he said with a casual flick of his wand.
Pain. Searing pain. He couldn't see. He couldn't hear. All he knew was the pain. He bit his lip to keep from screaming.
Harry looked around bemusedly. He knew the curse had hit him, but it didn't hurt. Voldemort was also puzzled by the lack of screaming. He tried again. Nothing. He looked his wand over from top to bottom. He tried the curse on Wormtail. He was rewarded with a shriek. He tried it once more on Harry. Nothing. "Damn! You've got another protection spell. Why is someone always trying to protect you!" Voldemort demanded. "Lucius, give me the dagger." Lucius handed him a dagger. Experimentally, Voldemort scratched a shallow line across Harry's chest. Blood welled from the cut momentarily before it healed and the skin was unbroken. "Well, this requires a rethinking of strategy. Come," he said, beckoning to the Death Eaters. One by one, they left, leaving Harry alone.
Harry pulled at his chains. They held fast. He turned to get a better look at his bindings. He was startled to find that they were his handcuffs. He sighed. What had Draco said about these handcuffs? You had to want to be in them? Fine. He honestly didn't mind these handcuffs. He liked them actually. What an interesting fashion statement. He'd have fun explaining that to someone- Snape, for example. He laughed. Click. He was free.
A sparkle in a far corner caught his eye. He went to investigate. It looked just like a fairy. "Hello," it said. Harry jumped. Fairies didn't talk.
"What are you?"
"Helper. Come to help you."
"How did you know I needed help?"
"Was summoned."
"By whom?"
"Don't know."
"Can you show me the way out?"
"Yes. Follow me."
The Helper flew over to the door. "Open. You bigger than me." Surprisingly, the door was unlocked. Harry followed the helper through a labyrinth of hallways.
"Were are we?"
"Malfoy Manor."
"Should've known." Eventually they came to a large door leading outside. Harry made a run for it and landed sprawling on the grass. Unhurt, he turned to see what he had tripped over. It was a broom- his broom. He picked it up. Something hit the ground. It was his wand. It had been concealed in the tail of the broom. With the Helper on his shoulder, Harry flew off the grounds to the nearest road, where he hailed the Knight Bus. "Fare?" Stan asked. Money? Did he even have any money? Yes, he did from this afternoon or yesterday afternoon. He shoved the change into Stan's hand and boarded the bus. He laid down on a bed and closed his eyes, grateful to be out of danger for the moment.
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What? How can this chapter be over? You're still confused! I'll explain in good time. Thoughts? Review my dears.
Luv ya!
J. Silver