And BTW, most of the stuff about Malfoy Manor were *not* my ideas, but rather the ideas of Cassandra Claire from schnoogle.com. I can assure you all of her Draco stories are way better than mine!
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The potion had basically worn off as Mark, Misu, and Amy invisibly followed the Death Eaters as they took Harry, who suprisingly was not arguing. Always like him to do that, Misu thought, accept things despite how horrible they were. It was definitely admirable, actually a trait that she would like to have, even though she'd rather do something to try and stop a horrible fate.
Suddenly the Death Eaters stopped in front of a park bench. All three under the cloak seemed to realize that before then there had not been a park bench where the park bench currently sat. "Portkey." Mark muttered, inching along so that they as far from the Death Eaters as possible but still touching the bench. Moments later, they found themselves being transported.
What met them was not at all what they had expected. Rolling green hills and cozy looking cottages decorated a beautiful valley. A sign nearby proclaimed, "Welcome to Chipping Sodbury! Home of Offa's Dyke." Amy squinted at the sign. "I think I've heard of this place before, but I don't quite recall where..." she whispered as they continued to tail the Death Eaters.
Misu, meanwhile, was aware that Harry was more and more squinting, causing his scar to crinkle up a bit. "I think Voldemort's nearby. Harry's scar seems to be hurting."
They kept walking, but it was a little while before they realized they weren't trailing anyone. The Death Eaters and Harry had disappeared into thin air, causing a great deal of confusion amongst the three.
"I think...I think this place is like Diagon Alley." Amy slowly but steadily started tapping all the bricks on a wall nearby. Suddenly there was a bang and they found themselves staring at an enormous Victorian style mansion looming atop a craggly cliff. Despite the fact that it was a sunny and pleasant day, the house seemed to cast a gray, bleak shadow upon the surrounding area.
"Malfoy Manor..." Amy whispered, cautiously walking towards the wrought iron gate decorated with two huge M's and a snake wound around them. She was about to touch the latch when Mark pulled her back. "Knowing Lucious Malfoy, the slimeball, the thing probably has at least 20 curses on it to prevent people from getting in." We're not going to be able to get back this way; we'll need to go back and tell Dumbledore he's here."
"Oh come on," drawled a familiar voice. "My father isn't paranoid you know. For your information there are only 12 curses on the gate."
Draco Malfoy swept his invisibility cloak off and stood there so that the descending sun silouetted him perfectly against the twilight sky. Amy wondered if he carefully engineered this and was about to ask so, but ended up just staring.
"Malfoy. How pleasant to...to...why Malfoy? W-what would you doing here?" said Mark, sounding icy at first as he forgot to keep his part.
"No need to play me for a fool "Longbottom". Not that your name is Longbottom. And not that I care what it is anyway. It isn't as though you come from a respected pureblood family like I do." Malfoy ran a pale hand through his hair. "Now then, would you like to go in or not?"
"What's it to you, Malfoy? It isn't as though you would help us sneak into your own house." Misu spat, still bitter about Derek.
"Now, Misu," Draco drawled, stretching her name to its full extent yet still making it sound bad, "still bitter about that Polyjuice Potion, are we? In any case, I might decide to offer a little help. It just depends on who asks, and how nicely. And if anything is bundled in."
Amy, who hadn't said anything before now, continued to stare for a moment. How could anyone so selfish make her feel so guilty? (A/N: I know it's from Disney's Get a Clue and it's sorta corny, but I couldn't resist!) Every moment that she stood here, pride at stake, was another moment from Harry's life. And yet, how could she let her friends know about their secret relationship? Why was he making it so obvious? She remembered her fourth year, when she had been walking through the halls to fetch something for Professor Sprout, and she saw Hermione Granger act quite boldly and--
"OW! Why the bloody hell did you do that?!" Malfoy exclaimed as Amy slapped him for the first time since the Snogfest in the Slytherin Common Room.
"I'm sick of you always flaunting me! It isn't as though I'm your property you know!" (A/N: That sounds like something from a musical. o_0)
Draco blinked.
"But...whatever...just open the gate already!"
Seeming to sulk, Draco poked the gate and it swung open soundlessly. "Follow me," he grumbled, "because the gate curses aren't the only ones."
Up a winding path they walked, past many innocent looking trees that still seemed to glare at anyone who happened to pass by. "You Malfoys aren't too fond of visitors are you?" Mark muttered, nervously eyeing one of the oaks.
"Only the occasional one, and only if they have good intentions. And if we're alerted we'll meet them. I suppose you should probably say we're not particularly fond of suprise visitors."
Malfoy zigzagged around the path, occasionally straying off it, with everyone else following in single file. Finally they reached the door of the house, but Malfoy walked past it to the side. "The door doesn't open. It just swallows you into our bottomless pit." He stopped in front of a solid wall and poked it.
With a reluctant creak a door appeared and swung open. "Can't you oil that or something?" Amy whispered.
"Yes." Draco replied, gazing at her.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Why?" "It makes me uncomfortable."
"Isn't that from a Muggle movie?"
"I wasn't aware you were knowledgeable in Muggle movies."
"Well, this was a rather prominent one."
"What, the Wizard of Oz?"
"No...some Star Wars movie."
"Star Wars? Whatever. Just oil the door sometime."
"Nah."
"Why?"
"Why are you whispering?"
Amy didn't respond because just then they came to the doorway of a room with several paintings on the walls. Some were of pale men who looked stunningly like Draco and his father, and some of rather thin looking women, each with expressions as though a rather unpleasant odor had wafted up to their delicate looking noses.
"Family resemblance." Mark muttered, starting to walk in.
"Wait--" Draco started, but he was too late. In unison, all of the paintings screamed, "INTRUDER!!!"
Draco slid into his cloak, as did the other three. "Come on this way." he muttered, leading them down a hall and around several sharp turns. Unfortunately, the halls of Malfoy Mansion were not incredibly wide. And there was a group of cloaked men in masks in their way.