Disclaimer: *beats off lawyer type people that are chasing her* No!!! Not
mine! JK's! Not MINE!
Dedication: Surprise, surprise, someone likes my story! A huge thanks to Willowstar for your review!
A Love Forbidden
Part II
"You, Boy!" Vernon called from the lounge room. Harry Potter appeared in the doorway, his raven hair hanging to his shoulders. His emerald eyes flickered to the TV, and he noticed that Vernon and Dudley were watching an unspeakable video on the actions of. ahem. lesbians.
"I want a cup of coffee, some of that delicious mud cake you whipped up yesterday. So does Dudley," Vernon ordered. There was a glint of gold in Harry's eyes as he turned to go cut up the cake. Ever since Petunia had left Vernon, Harry had had to do all the cooking. The doorbell rang.
"Get the door, boy!"
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry muttered and walked to the door and opened it.
"Malfoy! What are you doing here?" Harry stuttered. Draco stood in front of him, his eyes wild.
"Father. Voldemort. Death Eaters.. Chase."
"Slow down, catch your breath!"
"You. dream. * puff puff*. You dreamt about it. last night. I know you did."
Harry recoiled.
"How did you know?"
"I could feel someone's magical energy. I knew it was yours."
"Why should I trust you?"
"You saw the dream, I'm not a Death Eater."
"How do I know it wasn't a trick that Voldemort cooked up?"
"Look at my arms, Harry. See a Dark Mark anywhere?" Draco had his usual smirk in place, but it was more withdrawn, less self-centred.
"I guess I have to trust you. Look, go down the street. There is a lady I know down there, she lives at 5 Magnolia Cresent. Her name is Mrs. Figg. Tell her I sent you, and she'll look after you. I'll be there soon," Harry said. "Oh, and don't worry about clothes, Mrs. Figg is a witch, she'll conjure up some."
"Thanks Harry," Draco said, looking down the street. "How can I thank you?"
"Just get to Mrs. Figg's safely."
*Down the road*
{Who could that be?} Arabella Figg thought when she heard the knock on the door. Getting up slowly, she made her way to the door. Opening it, she saw someone she would have never expected to see.
"Draco Malfoy, not cursing young Harry I hope," she said, surprised.
"No... Harry sent me here. Told me you could help me," Draco said, glancing around.
"Come in, come in," Arabella said, closing the door behind him.
"Now, what i need to help you with seems to be very important, or otherwise Harry wouldn't have risked my security for it. Before you tell me, would you like a cup of tea?" she asked him, reaching for the jug.
"Just a glass of water please," Draco said, politley. When they had sat down again, Draco began his story.
"Just last weekend, I got home after the school year finished. Father grabbed me, and threw me into my holding cell. I remember being knocked unconsious, and then waking up to a strange vision. In my vision, Harry stood before me. Said something about helping me. Then they disappeared as I was visciously kicked in the ribs by my father. He told me I had to get up immeaditly and follow him out to where I would become a follower of Voldemort. I fought, of course, but Father just shoved me into the wall. Next thing I knew, I was being shoved into the centre of a circle of Death Eaters. Father was saying I would become a Death Eater whether I liked it or not. Then everything went quiet. Like, I could see that people were yelling, but I couldn't hear anything. I was surrounded by this silver-blue light, and it kept spreading, like in slow motion. Then the light disappeared, and what looked like a shockwave spread out. All the Death Eaters were killed. When everything came back to normal speed, Voldemort was still standing. He turned to me, and I know he said something, but my mind was still in shock. I saw a flash of green light, and when my vision cleared, Voldemort was gone."
After this long speech, Draco seemed tired. Arabella turned to him.
"Sounds like you managed to avoide a Killing Curse, young Malfoy," she said. "How did you end up here?"
"I remember thinking that I have to go to somewhere where I would be safe. Next thing I know, I'm standing outside Harry's place," Draco answered looking confused.
//Bloody hell, she would have had to of locked this bloody door// Draco heard Harry's voice.
"Arabella, open the door," he said, watching the door.
"But there is no-one there," Arabella argued.
"Just open the door," Draco urged. Sighing, Arabella went to the door, and nearly had a heart attack when she saw Harry standing there, cradiling his hand to his chest.
"Harry, Harry, come in," Arabella said. Harry seemed to brighten when he saw Draco sitting there safe and sound.
[What did you do to your arm, Harry] Draco thought.
//Not much, just Uncle Vernon shoved it in the HOT stove because I gave him a burnt piece of mud cake. Any fool should know mud cake is meant to be black.// Harry thought. Both boys eyes opened wide when they realised they had been talking telepathically.
"What's wrong boys?" Arabella asked, noticing their surprised expressions.
"We - we were just talking. telepathically!" Draco choked out, still staring at Harry.
"Oh dear," Arabella muttered. Both boys heads snapped towards her.
"What?" they said in unison. Arabella shook her head.
"I think that we better go to Hogwarts,"
A/N: How was that? Reveiws are accepted.
A few afterstory notes to say.
devils-assistant - Draco and Harry will "get it on" when I feel like making them do so.
Bittersweet Symphony- You will get an email about your review.
Willowstar - Thank you! arHa
Dedication: Surprise, surprise, someone likes my story! A huge thanks to Willowstar for your review!
A Love Forbidden
Part II
"You, Boy!" Vernon called from the lounge room. Harry Potter appeared in the doorway, his raven hair hanging to his shoulders. His emerald eyes flickered to the TV, and he noticed that Vernon and Dudley were watching an unspeakable video on the actions of. ahem. lesbians.
"I want a cup of coffee, some of that delicious mud cake you whipped up yesterday. So does Dudley," Vernon ordered. There was a glint of gold in Harry's eyes as he turned to go cut up the cake. Ever since Petunia had left Vernon, Harry had had to do all the cooking. The doorbell rang.
"Get the door, boy!"
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry muttered and walked to the door and opened it.
"Malfoy! What are you doing here?" Harry stuttered. Draco stood in front of him, his eyes wild.
"Father. Voldemort. Death Eaters.. Chase."
"Slow down, catch your breath!"
"You. dream. * puff puff*. You dreamt about it. last night. I know you did."
Harry recoiled.
"How did you know?"
"I could feel someone's magical energy. I knew it was yours."
"Why should I trust you?"
"You saw the dream, I'm not a Death Eater."
"How do I know it wasn't a trick that Voldemort cooked up?"
"Look at my arms, Harry. See a Dark Mark anywhere?" Draco had his usual smirk in place, but it was more withdrawn, less self-centred.
"I guess I have to trust you. Look, go down the street. There is a lady I know down there, she lives at 5 Magnolia Cresent. Her name is Mrs. Figg. Tell her I sent you, and she'll look after you. I'll be there soon," Harry said. "Oh, and don't worry about clothes, Mrs. Figg is a witch, she'll conjure up some."
"Thanks Harry," Draco said, looking down the street. "How can I thank you?"
"Just get to Mrs. Figg's safely."
*Down the road*
{Who could that be?} Arabella Figg thought when she heard the knock on the door. Getting up slowly, she made her way to the door. Opening it, she saw someone she would have never expected to see.
"Draco Malfoy, not cursing young Harry I hope," she said, surprised.
"No... Harry sent me here. Told me you could help me," Draco said, glancing around.
"Come in, come in," Arabella said, closing the door behind him.
"Now, what i need to help you with seems to be very important, or otherwise Harry wouldn't have risked my security for it. Before you tell me, would you like a cup of tea?" she asked him, reaching for the jug.
"Just a glass of water please," Draco said, politley. When they had sat down again, Draco began his story.
"Just last weekend, I got home after the school year finished. Father grabbed me, and threw me into my holding cell. I remember being knocked unconsious, and then waking up to a strange vision. In my vision, Harry stood before me. Said something about helping me. Then they disappeared as I was visciously kicked in the ribs by my father. He told me I had to get up immeaditly and follow him out to where I would become a follower of Voldemort. I fought, of course, but Father just shoved me into the wall. Next thing I knew, I was being shoved into the centre of a circle of Death Eaters. Father was saying I would become a Death Eater whether I liked it or not. Then everything went quiet. Like, I could see that people were yelling, but I couldn't hear anything. I was surrounded by this silver-blue light, and it kept spreading, like in slow motion. Then the light disappeared, and what looked like a shockwave spread out. All the Death Eaters were killed. When everything came back to normal speed, Voldemort was still standing. He turned to me, and I know he said something, but my mind was still in shock. I saw a flash of green light, and when my vision cleared, Voldemort was gone."
After this long speech, Draco seemed tired. Arabella turned to him.
"Sounds like you managed to avoide a Killing Curse, young Malfoy," she said. "How did you end up here?"
"I remember thinking that I have to go to somewhere where I would be safe. Next thing I know, I'm standing outside Harry's place," Draco answered looking confused.
//Bloody hell, she would have had to of locked this bloody door// Draco heard Harry's voice.
"Arabella, open the door," he said, watching the door.
"But there is no-one there," Arabella argued.
"Just open the door," Draco urged. Sighing, Arabella went to the door, and nearly had a heart attack when she saw Harry standing there, cradiling his hand to his chest.
"Harry, Harry, come in," Arabella said. Harry seemed to brighten when he saw Draco sitting there safe and sound.
[What did you do to your arm, Harry] Draco thought.
//Not much, just Uncle Vernon shoved it in the HOT stove because I gave him a burnt piece of mud cake. Any fool should know mud cake is meant to be black.// Harry thought. Both boys eyes opened wide when they realised they had been talking telepathically.
"What's wrong boys?" Arabella asked, noticing their surprised expressions.
"We - we were just talking. telepathically!" Draco choked out, still staring at Harry.
"Oh dear," Arabella muttered. Both boys heads snapped towards her.
"What?" they said in unison. Arabella shook her head.
"I think that we better go to Hogwarts,"
A/N: How was that? Reveiws are accepted.
A few afterstory notes to say.
devils-assistant - Draco and Harry will "get it on" when I feel like making them do so.
Bittersweet Symphony- You will get an email about your review.
Willowstar - Thank you! arHa