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Draco urged them the other way, and managed to pull them into a room, evidently his bedroom.
Quietly he closed the door and pulled off his cloak. "Amy," he said softly, "May I speak with you a moment?" He pulled gently on her wrist and she slowly followed.
Once alone in his bathroom he closed the door and seemed to take a deep breath, though since it was Malfoy it really was hard to tell, thought Amy.
Slowly he took both of her hands.
"Are you trying to rape me?" Amy demandecd, though she hardly thought he would be so rash.
Luckily, it provoked a nervous laugh from both of them. "No," Draco said, "I--well the truth is, even before I found out about your whole secret agent thing, I felt like you were special. Like there was something you were hiding. Something wonderful. Turthfully, I've never met anyone like you, and you're so...good yet you still understand me and the screwed life I lead."
He paused and Amy noticed his eyes turn a sad baby blue. Right then all her previous misgivings vaporized like a regenerating pheonix. She only wanted to hold him and tell him everything was all right, for before her stood not the mean archrival of who she was sent to protect, but just Draco Malfoy. An ordinary wizarding boy with, as he said, a really screwed life.
"...so something told me to get you this far. I can't help you much more without Father getting suspicious. From now on for the most part you're on your own..."
"For the most part?"
"Yes. Now, I want your permission to let me give you a tattoo."
"What?!"
"Shhh! It's not--well it's something like the Dark Mark on the Dark Lord's followers. But!--Amy looked outraged--I'm not trying to convert you! If you ever find yourself in a deep crapload of trouble you can shout my name into it and I'll try to help. May I?"
Slowly Amy nodded, preparing for the worst.
Draco took out his wand and pointed it at her wrist. She felt a sharp sting and suddenly there was a black rose on her wrist. He sighed and opened the door.
"Good luck--he hesitated a little--and Godspeed."
***
Albus Dumbledore sat quietly on his plush chair as Minerva McGonagall paced the round office in a frenzy. Serverus Snape stood nearby looking equally unhappy, though in a different way of course. The black dog that was Sirius intently watched McGonagall.
"Albus I told you this wouldn't work! They're too young! It was a little better when Cedric--Derek--was alive, but even so! And now, do you expect poor MIsu to lead them through--through wherever they happen to be? Much less manage to rescue Harry?"
"I have always trusted Misu. Mundungus trained her well." Dumbledore replied calmly.
"Physical training! It's far too stressful!"
"And what about Amy?" Snape cut in, "I've noticed she and Draco Malfoy seemed to have developed a...relationship!"
This surprised even the Headmaster, and Sirius gave a bark of surprise.
"Does...he..." McGonagall stuttered.
"Yes," Snape said coolly, avoiding her gaze as usual, "But he knew before they started walking around smiling at eachother and sneaking off to snog at night."
Dumbledore blinked, then his mouth twisted into a grim smile. "Well," he said, "This changes things."
*** And right then the subject of all this commotion was bound to the spot in a large hexagonal room, rather frightened but trying not to show it as a troup of elite Death Eaters stood around him. A pale green fire blazed nearby.
"Well done, Lucious. It seems you've finally succeeded in getting me Potter."
"Your ingenious plan, My Lord." Lucious bowed, which would have been quite funny considering his cloak and mask if Harry hadn't been scared for his life.
Voldemort smiled his thin lipped smile as an unnaturally slender, pale hand caressed the rattlesnake on his shoulder.
Suddenly he looked directly at Harry and he felt his scar give a particularly sharp burn.
"Harry Potter. 'The Boy who Lived'. 'Defeater of Voldemort'..." Voldemort walked slowly up to Harry, not looking away from his eyes. "So, Boy who Lived, how much longer do you intend to live?"
"As long as your ugly face isn't looking, a long time." Harry replied with some effort, struggling against the immense pain his scar was giving him.
Voldemort laughed his cruel laugh and slapped Harry, leaving shallow red gauges where his long nails were.
"Of course, Harry Potter, my 'ugly face' will be looking for a while. Looking while you writhe. And. Die." He seemed to draw out the last part and take particular relish in it.
"Lucious! Where are the others?" He demanded without looking away.
"They are coming my Lord!"
"Well...tell them if they do not come soon they shall not only miss a quite excellant show, but incur my wrath. And they still haven't repayed those 13 years, so my wrath will be all the more fiery!" ***
Amy pressed against the walls carefully, following Misu as she darted around corners as though she knew the place quite well. "Where are we going?" she asked.
"Where Harry is."
"How on earth do you know where he is?"
Misu looked at her mysteriously, but said nothing.
With invisibility cloaks wrapped tight, the three of them came to a large hexagonal room.
"The door has the Malfoy blood spell taken off of it," Misu whispered, "Because so many Death Eaters gather here so often."
They snuck in and crouched in a corner near Harry, waiting to see what Voldemort intended to do.
Suddenly Voldemort's snake sniffed the air and looked directly at them.