Disclaimer: All characters except the ones not mentioned in the books are the property of the inspirational J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: Thanks to all, especially Enialedam and Lavender Brown (thanx for putting a link to my story!) for reviewing this. I know there's someone else, but fanfic.net seems to be down so I can't look up your name, you know who you are, thanx. Also, try reading Lavender Brown's Harry Potter and the gift of the Phoenix; believe it when I say it is an original, something we could sure use around the Harry Potter section. Okay, on with the fic!
Harry Potter and the Body Snatcher: Chapter 6;
Krum dug his nails into his scalp as the pain shot through his head, setting his very brain afire. Burning, clawing, tearing into his very care. He released another shriek when he realised what was happening, he was losing control of his host body. "Noooooooooooooooo!" he gave a final scream of pain and rage as he was torn away.
Charles watched with a horrific grin plastered on his face that could not have been mistaken for anything but pure terror. Krum stopped thrashing about and fainted to the ground from exhaustion, he gave a final twitch and moved no more.
The (former) butler approached the body, its eyes were open. He realised that the eyes no longer held the hungry glaze it had when they stalked him in his nightmares. Charles lifted the body and went deeper into the cave.
Yes, Victor Krum was human again.
"Lucky break!" Harry snarled as Ron continued his victory dance. His best friend stopped just long enough to yell, "Face it Harry, I'm the best!" Harry pouted and marched over to him, "Just because you beat me in quidditch six times in a row doesn't-", "Sixteen times, in a row." Ron was gracious enough to correct him.
Harry gave him a dirty look and threw his hands up in submission. After the race, the lush grass was welcomed. Ron plopped down next to him and took a long draw off pumpkin juice, then handed the thermos-goblet to Harry. To torture Harry more, Ron launched into a blow-by-blow account of his victory. Harry wasn't listening. The time was perfect, the opportunity once in a lifetime.
"Ron, we have to talk." Harry said, tentively bringing up the topic. "What about?" Harry braced himself, "Hermione." Ron stiffened and the smirk was wiped off his face. Harry rushed on, " Do you like her?" He watched with some amusement as his friend turned bright red, Ron sat up and looked around uncertainly then fixed his gaze at the Burrow, which was atop the hill. The valley was forest and they practiced the game in a well-hidden glade. "I don't think this is the place for this…"Rom mumbled.
"Hermione left this morning to see her parents and everyone else is someplace or the other. Anyway, back to my point. You didn't answer my question." Ron bit his lower lip, he mumbled ," Why do you want to know?"
"Well, since Cho is out of the picture I thought I might as well take a swing at Hermio-"
"She not a toy that you can 'take a swing at'!" Ron practically spat the words out. "Okay, okay," Harry said, obviously surprised at his best friend's violent reaction, "I was just joking, that's all."
Ron sat up abruptly and started heading for his broom, mumbling, "There're some things that can't be joked about."
"Well, if you like her so much why didn't you say something?" Ron swivelled around to retort, then he froze, his face was a mirror of confusion and fear. "What is it?" Harry asked, following the broom that Ron had his eyes on.
Ron mentally shook himself and turned sheepishly to Harry, "For a moment there I thought I saw the Malfoys."
When his mother had told him that they were going somewhere safe, Draco Malfoy assumed it would be some secluded hotel somewhere, or at least they would've fled to another country, never in his wildest dreams did he imagine the Burrow! Narcicca Malfoy purposefully avoided Draco's eyes as she went through the open window and brought the broom for a landing. He was off in a flash.
"Mother," he began, his voice dangerously barely above a whisper, "Please tell me what we are doing here." "Darling, I'm sorry but-"
"Off all the bloodiest places on the face of the earth, this is where we end up?!" "Draco, I'm sorry, but this is the only place where we can be safe from your father and his kind."
Draco stared at her as if she belonged in a straightjacket. "Do you know whose house this is? The Weasley's! The last people on earth who would want to help us, do you know what they would do to us if they find us here?!" "I can assure you that nothing unpleasant is going to happen to you and your mother as long as I am around." Malfoy turned round to meet the smiling face of Albus Dumbledore.
He laughed when he saw Draco's horrified expression. "Don't worry, Narcicca got in touch to tell me of your arrival." It took Draco a minute to digest the information, finally he said, "So what do you mean by 'our stay here'? After mother has finished talking to you we're out of here." Dumbledore gave him another of his infuriating smiles, "I'm really sorry, honey, but this is the only place where we can be safe. Just try to accept it for now, okay?" Narcicca pleaded with him.
"You don't actually expect me to live in this rat hole, do you?" his voice reached a cresendo. "It's the only way-" Malfoy didn't hear the rest; he forced his way past Dubledore and fled down the corridor.
Despite its outside appearance the Burrow was not very spacious. The rooms were cramped and there were a lot of entrances and exit, that was how Malfoy found himself lost.
He wandered round, trying to find a way out of the house, the windows were out of the question, a Malfoy was not a common thief. He found himself in the strangest places, once coming upon what was obviously a ladies room, despite the lack of audience, Draco blushed deeply and hurried away.
Eventually he found himself in what he assumed was the kitchen. A fat, stuffed turkey sat on the table, without thinking (due to his hunger), he reached out and tore of a drumstick, after getting over the initial shock of realising how good it tasted, he reached out for more, and more, and more… It during the fifth mouthful that he was interrupted. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley stared, slack jawed at him, "Malfoy!" he spun round, his mouth partly open, cooked meat trailing down his chin, he was sweating and his face was a deep crimson from the effort of trying to chew as quickly as possible, "What are you doing in my house and what are you doing to tonight's dinner?!"
A/N: Well, sorry for taking so long to post up this chapter. It was due to the problems on fanfic.net and continuous editing of this particular piece. Thanx for bearing with me!