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Author's Note's: My sincere thanks to Enialedam and Lavendar Brown for revieving the last chapter. Thanks a lot. Lavender's Harry Potter and the gift of the Phoenix is great, try reading it. Now, on with it.
Harry Potter and the Body Snatcher; Chapter 5:
Madam Pomphrey's face wrinkled in disgust as she rinsed the blood off her hands. A one-legged man lay on a bed next to her. By the bed was Albus Dumbledore.
"I can't express my gratitude enough for your swift heed of my call," Dumbledore said, Pomphrey nodded curtly but her red eyes and her shaking hands belied the firm stance she put up.
"Out, Dumbledore, he needs his rest." They walked into the adjoining room. "So," she began, "I think I ought to know what's going on." Dumbledore sighed, "Victor Krum." Pomphrey grew paler and had to clutch at a chair for support, "He escaped from the hospital, killing all there in the process." There was a minute of silence.
"I don't understand this, Albus," she finally whispered, "How can something like this happen!"
"I don't know, Poppy, maybe he was cursed or charmed by some evil force, what I do know is this, there is foul magic at play." There stared into space for a while.
"I'm moving in," Pomphrey declared, "Expect me fully settled in by this afternoon." She made for the door. Halfway through, however, she stopped and turned to look at the headmaster's back.
"Um, Dumbledore?"
"Yes, Poppy?"
"Weren't the Longbottoms…?"
"Yes. They were also admitted at the asylum wing."
He heard the door click shut.
"Draco! Draco!"
His name was repeated over and over again. "I don' wanna goda shchool." Was his sleepy reply, in return he received a sound slap.
He jumped up in the bed, startled, to see the face of Narcicca Malfoy. "Mother, what are you doing here?" he asked in surprise, he checked, "Its three in the morning!"
He shrank back as she smoothed down his hair, showing emotion was not one of his mother's traits. "Mother," he asked, the word suddenly having more meaning, "What's the matter?"
"Draco," she began, "I have something serious to tell you, something that's going to shock you and break your heart." She stopped, and in the dark, Malfoy heard her sob, he put his arm around her. In the past, Narcicca would have shrugged him off, not now, he realised for the first time how good it felt.
"Draco, your father is a-"
"-Death Eater." He finished for her. She looked shocked, "You know?" He nodded dumbly, wondering what was going to happen next. "That makes it easier. Draco, if you know what your father is, you'll support me in what we're going to do." He stared blankly at her, "We're going away, Draco."
The realisation and the shock of all the things that wee happening at once numbed him, all he could bring himself to say was, "Where are we going to?"
She smiled tearfully at him and smoothed down his blonde hair again, "Somewhere safe, darling. Somewhere safe."
The ground gave way beneath him and Victor Krum fell into a pool of mud. Despite the many scars and gashing wounds he boar, a wide, maniac grin was plastered on his face. What a feast! He thought with relish. Even now, he could taste the warm red taste of flesh and blood. He ambled into a cave. Rest, he needed rest. The cave was already occupied, however. Victor Krum's eyes bulged with relish as he caught site off a sleeping Charles, Krum's butler. He advanced and was just about to pounce when chaos struck. Pain like he had never felt before tore through his head. His very brain was on fire, he let out a piercing blood curdling shriek. In a little shed somewhere, a bitch cave birth to a pup with five legs.
A/N: There it is. I know the last paragraph is a little too gory; I just wanted to show the extent of the agony. Please leave your thoughts through a review.