Disclaimer: see chapter 1
Chapter 8: An Unexpected Return
Harry followed Fira and Malfoy until they got to the Lake. They've got nowhere else to go, Harry thought to himself. Harry then noticed, out of the corner of his eye, Malfoy sitting down on the shore side sand. Fira did the same. Harry then walked over quietly to them, thinking of ways that they could get out. First there was the Lake. They could be waiting for a boat to pick them up. But Harry realized that if Voldemort wanted them NOW, then a boat should have been there ages ago, waiting for them. There was also a possibility that they would Apparate. But then Apparation and Disapparation weren't possible on Hogwarts grounds, and no one except for the Professors knew the exact limit of the Hogwarts grounds. He couldn't think of anything…
Until he noticed Malfoy feeling around the sand for something. A Portkey, Harry thought, quickening his pace. That's how they're getting out of here. He came and sat right down beside Fira who wasn't doing anything except watching Malfoy. If it is a Portkey, Harry thought, then I have to hold on to it, too. I hope it's big enough. "Got it," Malfoy said, pushing a stone as big as his head with his foot towards Fira. Harry crawled carefully towards the stone as well. "On the count of 3," Fira said. Harry didn't need to analyze what she was talking about. "1…" Fira said, looking at Malfoy with determination in her eyes, reaching out to touch the stone. "2…3!" On 3, she, Malfoy and, unbeknownst to the 2 of them, Harry touched the stone. Harry felt like he was being turned inside out as the Portkey took the 3 of them to…Gryffindor knows where the Portkey was taking him.
It was all over in a few seconds. Harry, clutching the Invisibility Cloak so that it wouldn't fly off him, landed on his feet quietly a few feet away from Fira and Malfoy. He appeared to have landed on some desolate, deserted, dark, yet very picturesque beach. The sand under him was white, and the water was so clear you could see to the bottom of it. There were only a few trees in sight for as far as Harry could see from his spot. The wind blew harsh and cold around them, but Fira and Malfoy seemed not to notice. Harry drew the sides of his robes tighter around him as he followed the 2 stealthily. As he walked on, a creepy realization crept into his mind: Would an Invisibility Cloak work on Voldemort? He hoped so. Or else Ron would be proven right, and in times like these, he hated it when Ron was right.
Fira, Malfoy and a concealed Harry arrived at a dark mansion. Fira took out her wand and muttered, "Alohomora." The locks to the front door slid open, and she and Draco stepped inside. Fira then closed the outdoor locks from the inside. Harry hurried and did the same thing Fira had done. He followed them up a winding staircase that seemed to take forever to finish. Just when Harry was sure he was going to collapse, maybe even die, from loss of breath, Fira and Malfoy stopped. They turned to the right and entered the only door at the end of that corridor. Harry hastily entered, brushing past Fira ever so gently. Once Harry was inside he looked around- and regretted ever pushing past the 2 just to get in. To Harry's horror, Voldemort was already in the room.
Chapter 8: An Unexpected Return
Harry followed Fira and Malfoy until they got to the Lake. They've got nowhere else to go, Harry thought to himself. Harry then noticed, out of the corner of his eye, Malfoy sitting down on the shore side sand. Fira did the same. Harry then walked over quietly to them, thinking of ways that they could get out. First there was the Lake. They could be waiting for a boat to pick them up. But Harry realized that if Voldemort wanted them NOW, then a boat should have been there ages ago, waiting for them. There was also a possibility that they would Apparate. But then Apparation and Disapparation weren't possible on Hogwarts grounds, and no one except for the Professors knew the exact limit of the Hogwarts grounds. He couldn't think of anything…
Until he noticed Malfoy feeling around the sand for something. A Portkey, Harry thought, quickening his pace. That's how they're getting out of here. He came and sat right down beside Fira who wasn't doing anything except watching Malfoy. If it is a Portkey, Harry thought, then I have to hold on to it, too. I hope it's big enough. "Got it," Malfoy said, pushing a stone as big as his head with his foot towards Fira. Harry crawled carefully towards the stone as well. "On the count of 3," Fira said. Harry didn't need to analyze what she was talking about. "1…" Fira said, looking at Malfoy with determination in her eyes, reaching out to touch the stone. "2…3!" On 3, she, Malfoy and, unbeknownst to the 2 of them, Harry touched the stone. Harry felt like he was being turned inside out as the Portkey took the 3 of them to…Gryffindor knows where the Portkey was taking him.
It was all over in a few seconds. Harry, clutching the Invisibility Cloak so that it wouldn't fly off him, landed on his feet quietly a few feet away from Fira and Malfoy. He appeared to have landed on some desolate, deserted, dark, yet very picturesque beach. The sand under him was white, and the water was so clear you could see to the bottom of it. There were only a few trees in sight for as far as Harry could see from his spot. The wind blew harsh and cold around them, but Fira and Malfoy seemed not to notice. Harry drew the sides of his robes tighter around him as he followed the 2 stealthily. As he walked on, a creepy realization crept into his mind: Would an Invisibility Cloak work on Voldemort? He hoped so. Or else Ron would be proven right, and in times like these, he hated it when Ron was right.
Fira, Malfoy and a concealed Harry arrived at a dark mansion. Fira took out her wand and muttered, "Alohomora." The locks to the front door slid open, and she and Draco stepped inside. Fira then closed the outdoor locks from the inside. Harry hurried and did the same thing Fira had done. He followed them up a winding staircase that seemed to take forever to finish. Just when Harry was sure he was going to collapse, maybe even die, from loss of breath, Fira and Malfoy stopped. They turned to the right and entered the only door at the end of that corridor. Harry hastily entered, brushing past Fira ever so gently. Once Harry was inside he looked around- and regretted ever pushing past the 2 just to get in. To Harry's horror, Voldemort was already in the room.