My Color: Gray
Ch: 22
Disclaimer: See part 1
"What are you doing here, Potter?" a cold voice asked. Harry recognized that cold voice and relaxed- partially.
"Professor? Don't scare us like that!" One small pale hand went to his heart, trying to calm the pounding the professor had caused.
"Draco? What are you doing here? And where have you been all day?"
Draco looked at Snapes' masked face and frowned.
"We've been here all day Professor," answered Draco, staring at him.
Snape was busy staring at the rat Harry was currently holding in his hands.
"Is that Wormtail?" he asked, awed.
Harry looked down at the limp rat and nodded silently. "I think you need to leave, Professor." Green eyes suddenly met black and held.
"Oh? And may I ask why? You aren't even supposed to be here, Potter." Snape slowly lowered his wand. Stepping deeper into the hallway, he followed as the two boys beckoned to him from a large painting at the end of the hallway.
"You need to leave," started Draco, knowing he wouldn't get into trouble, "because we are about to blow down my house. You don't need to be in the way."
"You are about to do WHAT?!" yelled Snape. He was immediately silenced by a charm from Harry. Snape sneered at Harry but knew that yelling like that would immediately attract any unwanted attention.
"You heard Draco, Professor. Everything is all set but you need to leave," Harry raised his arm and stared at his watch. "Because they are going to start the enchantment in five minutes."
Draco ushered them around the painting and pressed its frame in several different places. A large hole opened before them and Harry caught a faint whiff of mold and dust. The smell briefly reminded him of the cupboard at Privet Drive.
"Follow this all the way to the end of the passage. There will be a door hidden by a large maple tree in the back. The anti-apparation wards are set so you have to go into the woods about a hundred yards before you can apparate. I would advise you to take off your mask, though. We have fellow conspirators at every fifty yards and they are completely willing to shoot and ask questions later. And don't look back."
Snape looked utterly and completely shocked at what the boys had accomplished. He took in the two serious faces and knew that he would probably never see either of them again. Though he didn't completely like Harry, Snape felt a small swell of pride towards the small Slytherin.
Walking towards Harry, Snape placed a pale hand on his small shoulder. "I'm proud of what you are willing to do. I have a feeling your mother felt the same way. Good luck." Snape's tall form walked to the doorway. Suddenly he turned back to the shocked boy and said, "If you tell anyone I said that, I will make your life a living hell." Then he walked into the darkness without a look back.
"Did he just say he was proud of me?" Harry asked weakly.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "I think he did."
"Did hell freeze over?"
"I don't think so," Draco shook his head. "After all, we're still here. Come on, let's go."
Draco started towards the entrance. When he was half way there, he stopped and turned around. "Are you coming?"
Harry was chewing on his lip and staring out of the hallway they had come thru. Snapping out of his daydream, Harry turned troubled green eyes on to Draco.
"I can't."
Draco backed out of the passage. "You can't what?"
"I can't leave your mother here, Draco. I just can't."
Draco sighed. "I don't want to either, Harry. Mom's tough, though, and I know that she'll get out or die keeping those death eaters in here. But we have to go on Harry. Mom doesn't want us, either of us, to die."
Draco stalked foreword and grabbed Harry's hand. Leaning forward, he gently kissed his boyfriend, squeezing his hand gently. "We have to leave Harry. For us." Tugging gently, he led the reluctant Harry down the hallway.
They walked out of the hall and out into the dark night sky. They hurried into the depth of the forest and moments later, a large ball of fire lit the air and the echoed of explosion rocked through the clearing.
They stood side by side and watched the glow thru the branches of the trees. Nothing had escaped the house. Harry tightened his grip on Wormtail and turned towards Draco. It was over.
Before he could open his mouth, a voice called from behind him.
"You'll pay for what you have done!" it called. Then the night swirled into oblivion.
AN: Here is another late chapter into this story. Though no one seems to like it anymore. Oh well. Please review and enjoy! ~Ta-ta
"What are you doing here, Potter?" a cold voice asked. Harry recognized that cold voice and relaxed- partially.
"Professor? Don't scare us like that!" One small pale hand went to his heart, trying to calm the pounding the professor had caused.
"Draco? What are you doing here? And where have you been all day?"
Draco looked at Snapes' masked face and frowned.
"We've been here all day Professor," answered Draco, staring at him.
Snape was busy staring at the rat Harry was currently holding in his hands.
"Is that Wormtail?" he asked, awed.
Harry looked down at the limp rat and nodded silently. "I think you need to leave, Professor." Green eyes suddenly met black and held.
"Oh? And may I ask why? You aren't even supposed to be here, Potter." Snape slowly lowered his wand. Stepping deeper into the hallway, he followed as the two boys beckoned to him from a large painting at the end of the hallway.
"You need to leave," started Draco, knowing he wouldn't get into trouble, "because we are about to blow down my house. You don't need to be in the way."
"You are about to do WHAT?!" yelled Snape. He was immediately silenced by a charm from Harry. Snape sneered at Harry but knew that yelling like that would immediately attract any unwanted attention.
"You heard Draco, Professor. Everything is all set but you need to leave," Harry raised his arm and stared at his watch. "Because they are going to start the enchantment in five minutes."
Draco ushered them around the painting and pressed its frame in several different places. A large hole opened before them and Harry caught a faint whiff of mold and dust. The smell briefly reminded him of the cupboard at Privet Drive.
"Follow this all the way to the end of the passage. There will be a door hidden by a large maple tree in the back. The anti-apparation wards are set so you have to go into the woods about a hundred yards before you can apparate. I would advise you to take off your mask, though. We have fellow conspirators at every fifty yards and they are completely willing to shoot and ask questions later. And don't look back."
Snape looked utterly and completely shocked at what the boys had accomplished. He took in the two serious faces and knew that he would probably never see either of them again. Though he didn't completely like Harry, Snape felt a small swell of pride towards the small Slytherin.
Walking towards Harry, Snape placed a pale hand on his small shoulder. "I'm proud of what you are willing to do. I have a feeling your mother felt the same way. Good luck." Snape's tall form walked to the doorway. Suddenly he turned back to the shocked boy and said, "If you tell anyone I said that, I will make your life a living hell." Then he walked into the darkness without a look back.
"Did he just say he was proud of me?" Harry asked weakly.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "I think he did."
"Did hell freeze over?"
"I don't think so," Draco shook his head. "After all, we're still here. Come on, let's go."
Draco started towards the entrance. When he was half way there, he stopped and turned around. "Are you coming?"
Harry was chewing on his lip and staring out of the hallway they had come thru. Snapping out of his daydream, Harry turned troubled green eyes on to Draco.
"I can't."
Draco backed out of the passage. "You can't what?"
"I can't leave your mother here, Draco. I just can't."
Draco sighed. "I don't want to either, Harry. Mom's tough, though, and I know that she'll get out or die keeping those death eaters in here. But we have to go on Harry. Mom doesn't want us, either of us, to die."
Draco stalked foreword and grabbed Harry's hand. Leaning forward, he gently kissed his boyfriend, squeezing his hand gently. "We have to leave Harry. For us." Tugging gently, he led the reluctant Harry down the hallway.
They walked out of the hall and out into the dark night sky. They hurried into the depth of the forest and moments later, a large ball of fire lit the air and the echoed of explosion rocked through the clearing.
They stood side by side and watched the glow thru the branches of the trees. Nothing had escaped the house. Harry tightened his grip on Wormtail and turned towards Draco. It was over.
Before he could open his mouth, a voice called from behind him.
"You'll pay for what you have done!" it called. Then the night swirled into oblivion.
AN: Here is another late chapter into this story. Though no one seems to like it anymore. Oh well. Please review and enjoy! ~Ta-ta