A/N WOW! I never got that many reviews for one chapter before. Which may
seem lame..but WOW! Thank you guys you have no *idea* how much that makes
my day, especially when you have a day as horrid as mine. I know I'm not
always grammatically correct, but my beta has been busy..but if anyone else
is willing to do so please email me at ses3228@hotmail.com. I would
*really* appreciate it!
Anyway about the story. We get a bit more revealed about whats going
on..but then I give you guys some more suspense. Sorry! I am planning to do
a lot of flashbacks of the 24 hours leading up to Hogsmeade, because well,
that's where all the fun begins *evil grin*. Also in between the flashbacks
we'll have some kute fluff moments ..of well I don't want to ruin the next
chapter for you guys [as if you don't already know]
So here we are.you know the first two chapters are always the hardest to
write..I mean you have to start it and see where you are going with it and
all. So from here on it should be all fun and games..or rather drama and
suspense..but whatever!
*Special* Thanks to: Rachel, Elektra, Lyss Chan, Avalon Princess, Kristen, Fireangle, and Fanny chan. Oh and Senora.
Disclaimer: JKR owns the characters of Harry Potter and everything assoc. with it. This is just how I get my kicks.
Prisoners Of War
Blinking in the area around him Harry learned that he was now in what appeared to be a small muggle home. He then quickly scanned the area for any sign of danger, but found that there appeared to be no immediate threat. His trained emerald eyes then starred down at the mysterious masked figure sprawled across his legs, still lifeless. Who was this masked hero and why did he risk his life to save Harry's? The emerald eyed seventeen year old slowly reached forward to pull the mask off his rescuer's face. Oh course! That silver blond hair, bright red lips, and treacherous liquid silver eyes hidden behind long lashes. Yes, this whole predicament at least made a bit of sense now. Twenty four hours ago the messy haired young man would have never believed that *Draco Malfoy* would save be saving him from imminent death anytime soon. But then again that was twenty four hours ago. A *lot* had changed in those crucial hours.
Harry began to stand when he remembered the crumbled parchment Draco had handed him just before passing out. He slowly unfolded the letter and began to read the messy writing that appeared to have been written in quite a rush.
~Harry,
I trust that if you are reading this then things have gone to according to plan. I do not wish to reveal any detailed information at the moment. However, I can inform you that indeed you are still in England, although you are now in the Muggle world. I believe you are accustomed to the muggle way of life and should do just fine on your own.
On a grimmer note, I am sure you are wondering about how you got here and of course why. My 'spy' and I knew something to this nature was going to happen soon, we just did not know when to be exact. We prepared a plan, and once again I am sorry my dear boy, but I can not go into specific detail.
My spy has wished to remain anonymous, however I feel it is necessary to remember him for the person he was, not the person he made himself out to be. Your savior was none other then Draco Malfoy. I say was because if things have gone as they should have, then young Draco is now dead. Professor Snape had given him a poison to take shortly after you had touched the portkey. Draco knew the consequences of his actions. He also knew a quick suicide would be far better then a torturous life at the hands of his fellow Death Eaters.
As time goes on I will send you more updates and news. Please be safe.
Yours Truly,
Professor Albus Dumbledore
PS Under NO circumstances are you to use magic. It is easily traced and will bring immediate attention to you whereabouts.~
Draco was going to take his own life to save his? Why in the world would Dumbledore, or Professor Snape for that matter let him go through with it! What was Voldemort planning to do that it was that vital to save Harry. The boy wonder spared a worried glance in the blonde's direction. Whatever was going on Harry wanted to know. And his only answers would come from a particular blonde who was lying in what appeared to be an uncomfortable position at the moment. Harry pulled Draco onto the nearby sofa and ran his tanned fingers across Draco's lightly toned flesh as if to draw the answers out of the troubled teen.
Pulling himself away from Draco, Harry wondered around the small home to keep himself busy while waiting for Draco to come to. After exploring the small residence Harry had discovered that it came complete with one bedroom, a kitchen, bathroom, and living room. He ran his hands through his untidy hair and made his way back into the living room. It was small but quaint. A television, armchair, lamp, and sofa, which was covered in assorted pillows and was the location from where two silver eyes were now staring up at him. Startled Harry stumbled backwards a bit. Well, the waiting was over, he would finally get his well deserved answers.
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Ohhh will we finally learn what the hell is going on? Ha! They only way to understand how they got in this situation is to understand hat lead up to it. Ands that's exactly what I'll do .just with some fluff mixed in. Thank you so much for reading my fic, and again reviews are appreciated more then you know.
*Special* Thanks to: Rachel, Elektra, Lyss Chan, Avalon Princess, Kristen, Fireangle, and Fanny chan. Oh and Senora.
Disclaimer: JKR owns the characters of Harry Potter and everything assoc. with it. This is just how I get my kicks.
Prisoners Of War
Blinking in the area around him Harry learned that he was now in what appeared to be a small muggle home. He then quickly scanned the area for any sign of danger, but found that there appeared to be no immediate threat. His trained emerald eyes then starred down at the mysterious masked figure sprawled across his legs, still lifeless. Who was this masked hero and why did he risk his life to save Harry's? The emerald eyed seventeen year old slowly reached forward to pull the mask off his rescuer's face. Oh course! That silver blond hair, bright red lips, and treacherous liquid silver eyes hidden behind long lashes. Yes, this whole predicament at least made a bit of sense now. Twenty four hours ago the messy haired young man would have never believed that *Draco Malfoy* would save be saving him from imminent death anytime soon. But then again that was twenty four hours ago. A *lot* had changed in those crucial hours.
Harry began to stand when he remembered the crumbled parchment Draco had handed him just before passing out. He slowly unfolded the letter and began to read the messy writing that appeared to have been written in quite a rush.
~Harry,
I trust that if you are reading this then things have gone to according to plan. I do not wish to reveal any detailed information at the moment. However, I can inform you that indeed you are still in England, although you are now in the Muggle world. I believe you are accustomed to the muggle way of life and should do just fine on your own.
On a grimmer note, I am sure you are wondering about how you got here and of course why. My 'spy' and I knew something to this nature was going to happen soon, we just did not know when to be exact. We prepared a plan, and once again I am sorry my dear boy, but I can not go into specific detail.
My spy has wished to remain anonymous, however I feel it is necessary to remember him for the person he was, not the person he made himself out to be. Your savior was none other then Draco Malfoy. I say was because if things have gone as they should have, then young Draco is now dead. Professor Snape had given him a poison to take shortly after you had touched the portkey. Draco knew the consequences of his actions. He also knew a quick suicide would be far better then a torturous life at the hands of his fellow Death Eaters.
As time goes on I will send you more updates and news. Please be safe.
Yours Truly,
Professor Albus Dumbledore
PS Under NO circumstances are you to use magic. It is easily traced and will bring immediate attention to you whereabouts.~
Draco was going to take his own life to save his? Why in the world would Dumbledore, or Professor Snape for that matter let him go through with it! What was Voldemort planning to do that it was that vital to save Harry. The boy wonder spared a worried glance in the blonde's direction. Whatever was going on Harry wanted to know. And his only answers would come from a particular blonde who was lying in what appeared to be an uncomfortable position at the moment. Harry pulled Draco onto the nearby sofa and ran his tanned fingers across Draco's lightly toned flesh as if to draw the answers out of the troubled teen.
Pulling himself away from Draco, Harry wondered around the small home to keep himself busy while waiting for Draco to come to. After exploring the small residence Harry had discovered that it came complete with one bedroom, a kitchen, bathroom, and living room. He ran his hands through his untidy hair and made his way back into the living room. It was small but quaint. A television, armchair, lamp, and sofa, which was covered in assorted pillows and was the location from where two silver eyes were now staring up at him. Startled Harry stumbled backwards a bit. Well, the waiting was over, he would finally get his well deserved answers.
* * *
Ohhh will we finally learn what the hell is going on? Ha! They only way to understand how they got in this situation is to understand hat lead up to it. Ands that's exactly what I'll do .just with some fluff mixed in. Thank you so much for reading my fic, and again reviews are appreciated more then you know.