My Color: Gray
Ch: 21
Disclaimer: see part 1
They entered through a side door, on the advise of Mrs. Malfoy, and slowly in filtered the third floor. The groups of pairs each split up and followed the maps, moving left and right, and some moved on to the second floor.
Harry was following Draco down a long and narrow passageway filled with painting of the former Malfoy's. Doors lined the hallways but they stopped at none of these.
"Draco, where are we going?" asked Harry, gripping Draco's hand tighter.
"We are going to my room. This is a long way around but the passageway is right here."
They stopped suddenly at the portrait of a very young girl of about ten years old. The girl smiled sadly at Draco but he paid no attention as he opened a wall panel just to the left of the portrait. A dark hallway met Harry's eyes and Draco slowly made is way into the long and dark hall.
"This takes us directly through the walls of the mansion and into my room. No one knows about this and we don't want a house elf to see us, that's why mom told us to go this way. Don't be afraid, Harry. I use to stay in here when dad got angry with me. It was a place I could go to play and be in peace."
As Draco was talking, the door slowly closed behind them and they were left in complete darkness. Harry pressed himself closer to Draco as they sped through the darkness in silence.
Soon they came to the end of the tunnel and out into a large and open room. To their left was a fireplace- it was the opening of the secret tunnel- and to their right was a long, stained glass window in the shape of a dragon.
"Very appropriate, don't you think?" asked Draco.
The room was huge and a bed lay in the middle, swamped in silk and velvet bed sets done in silver and black. Big fluffy pillows graced the bed and a few lay on the floor. A couple of bookcases lined the opposing wall, directly across from a big door. Draco made his way towards that door and slowly opened it.
"Draco, what are you going to do after you're house is destroyed?" asked Harry.
A muffled answer made its way deep from within the wardrobe.
"If I can't stay at Hogworts, I own my own Summer Mansion in Scotland, south of the school and near the Ocean. I'll move there, I guess."
"Oh." Harry lapsed into silence and soon Draco appeared with three trunks full of things. He then grasped another trunk and went around the bookcases, dropping books, jewelry, and pictures, what looked like several diaries and strangely enough a stuffed animal into the same trunk.
Draco dragged his things in front of the fireplace and lit it. Throwing some powder into the now roaring fire, Draco shouted 'Draco's Mansion' and pushed all the trunks in. They disappeared in a rush of emerald fire.
"If I survive this, then I need these things. Mom already sent some of my other things ahead, since I know how to run the place on my own. Harry, I know this is sudden but if we both survive this, would you like to move into the Manor with me?"
Harry's mouth dropped open in shock. "You want me to move in with you?"
"Yes." A silent moment passed with Harry deep in shock.
"Okay" he whispered softly. Draco threw him a smile and took his hand, leading him out of the room and down another passage.
"I plan on redecorating the whole place, and you could help me!"
They arrived outside with a frantically planning Draco and an amused Harry, both waiting for the others to arrive. They didn't wait long, for soon the others came back, Pansy and Hermione talking quietly to themselves.
Harry snuggled up to Draco, waiting deep in the woods for the night to come, and slowly fell asleep.
"Wake up." Harry's eyes shot open and were met with utter darkness. "It's time to go."
Getting to his feet, Harry reached into his pocket and unrolled his invisibility cloak. The cloaked shimmered in the moonlight and he reached over to grasp Draco's hand.
"Remember, every fifty feet. Give us a good fifteen minutes head start before you chant the spell, alright?"
The gathering shook it's head before dispersing silently around the house.
"What time is it?" Harry asked.
"Almost 8 o' clock. Everyone should be in the Gallery by now. Let's go."
They both slipped on the Invisibility Cloak and slowly made their way across the lawn, neither one talking. They slipped into the hallway, the door being left open, and moved around the furniture and into the back hallways.
Death-eaters, all dressed in black and wearing masked, loitered around the opening of the Gallery. Harry's scar suddenly flared up in pain. He gasped- before he could scream out, a hand clamped itself over his mouth.
"Shhh, Harry. Breath, it will be all right, just breathe. Shhhh." Harry breathed in and out, relaxing against Draco's tall frame. The pain- though it wasn't gone- dimmed slightly.
"Are you alright?" Harry nodded. He wasn't prepared for the pain but now that he was expecting it, he wouldn't be caught again.
They slowly made their way through the maze of Death-eaters, almost becoming caught in the process. A silver hand caught Harry's attention so he pointed. Draco nodded. A death-eater walked over to Wormtail and leaned in to talk softly. Wormtail nodded swiftly and slowly walked away. The two boys quickly made pursuit, making no sound.
Wormtail led them to an abandoned hallway. No one was around so Harry quickly threw off the cloak and dashed up behind the small man. Wormtail made no noise as Harry placed his hands over Wormtails head and power flew from his hands into the squirming mans head. Then he collapsed. Harry quickly chanted a charm and in place of a man, lay a rat. He scooped the rat into the box and turned to ask Draco a question- but he suddenly stopped.
Right behind Draco- he also threw off the cloak- was a dark, cloaked figure pointing his wand directly at Harry.
AN: Here is another chapter. Thank you for your reviews, enjoy! `Ta-ta
They entered through a side door, on the advise of Mrs. Malfoy, and slowly in filtered the third floor. The groups of pairs each split up and followed the maps, moving left and right, and some moved on to the second floor.
Harry was following Draco down a long and narrow passageway filled with painting of the former Malfoy's. Doors lined the hallways but they stopped at none of these.
"Draco, where are we going?" asked Harry, gripping Draco's hand tighter.
"We are going to my room. This is a long way around but the passageway is right here."
They stopped suddenly at the portrait of a very young girl of about ten years old. The girl smiled sadly at Draco but he paid no attention as he opened a wall panel just to the left of the portrait. A dark hallway met Harry's eyes and Draco slowly made is way into the long and dark hall.
"This takes us directly through the walls of the mansion and into my room. No one knows about this and we don't want a house elf to see us, that's why mom told us to go this way. Don't be afraid, Harry. I use to stay in here when dad got angry with me. It was a place I could go to play and be in peace."
As Draco was talking, the door slowly closed behind them and they were left in complete darkness. Harry pressed himself closer to Draco as they sped through the darkness in silence.
Soon they came to the end of the tunnel and out into a large and open room. To their left was a fireplace- it was the opening of the secret tunnel- and to their right was a long, stained glass window in the shape of a dragon.
"Very appropriate, don't you think?" asked Draco.
The room was huge and a bed lay in the middle, swamped in silk and velvet bed sets done in silver and black. Big fluffy pillows graced the bed and a few lay on the floor. A couple of bookcases lined the opposing wall, directly across from a big door. Draco made his way towards that door and slowly opened it.
"Draco, what are you going to do after you're house is destroyed?" asked Harry.
A muffled answer made its way deep from within the wardrobe.
"If I can't stay at Hogworts, I own my own Summer Mansion in Scotland, south of the school and near the Ocean. I'll move there, I guess."
"Oh." Harry lapsed into silence and soon Draco appeared with three trunks full of things. He then grasped another trunk and went around the bookcases, dropping books, jewelry, and pictures, what looked like several diaries and strangely enough a stuffed animal into the same trunk.
Draco dragged his things in front of the fireplace and lit it. Throwing some powder into the now roaring fire, Draco shouted 'Draco's Mansion' and pushed all the trunks in. They disappeared in a rush of emerald fire.
"If I survive this, then I need these things. Mom already sent some of my other things ahead, since I know how to run the place on my own. Harry, I know this is sudden but if we both survive this, would you like to move into the Manor with me?"
Harry's mouth dropped open in shock. "You want me to move in with you?"
"Yes." A silent moment passed with Harry deep in shock.
"Okay" he whispered softly. Draco threw him a smile and took his hand, leading him out of the room and down another passage.
"I plan on redecorating the whole place, and you could help me!"
They arrived outside with a frantically planning Draco and an amused Harry, both waiting for the others to arrive. They didn't wait long, for soon the others came back, Pansy and Hermione talking quietly to themselves.
Harry snuggled up to Draco, waiting deep in the woods for the night to come, and slowly fell asleep.
"Wake up." Harry's eyes shot open and were met with utter darkness. "It's time to go."
Getting to his feet, Harry reached into his pocket and unrolled his invisibility cloak. The cloaked shimmered in the moonlight and he reached over to grasp Draco's hand.
"Remember, every fifty feet. Give us a good fifteen minutes head start before you chant the spell, alright?"
The gathering shook it's head before dispersing silently around the house.
"What time is it?" Harry asked.
"Almost 8 o' clock. Everyone should be in the Gallery by now. Let's go."
They both slipped on the Invisibility Cloak and slowly made their way across the lawn, neither one talking. They slipped into the hallway, the door being left open, and moved around the furniture and into the back hallways.
Death-eaters, all dressed in black and wearing masked, loitered around the opening of the Gallery. Harry's scar suddenly flared up in pain. He gasped- before he could scream out, a hand clamped itself over his mouth.
"Shhh, Harry. Breath, it will be all right, just breathe. Shhhh." Harry breathed in and out, relaxing against Draco's tall frame. The pain- though it wasn't gone- dimmed slightly.
"Are you alright?" Harry nodded. He wasn't prepared for the pain but now that he was expecting it, he wouldn't be caught again.
They slowly made their way through the maze of Death-eaters, almost becoming caught in the process. A silver hand caught Harry's attention so he pointed. Draco nodded. A death-eater walked over to Wormtail and leaned in to talk softly. Wormtail nodded swiftly and slowly walked away. The two boys quickly made pursuit, making no sound.
Wormtail led them to an abandoned hallway. No one was around so Harry quickly threw off the cloak and dashed up behind the small man. Wormtail made no noise as Harry placed his hands over Wormtails head and power flew from his hands into the squirming mans head. Then he collapsed. Harry quickly chanted a charm and in place of a man, lay a rat. He scooped the rat into the box and turned to ask Draco a question- but he suddenly stopped.
Right behind Draco- he also threw off the cloak- was a dark, cloaked figure pointing his wand directly at Harry.
AN: Here is another chapter. Thank you for your reviews, enjoy! `Ta-ta