Authors note: Oh my God... Wow, I never expected to get so many reviews. I am not worthy of such kind words... Thank you so much everyone, I love you all!
I'm so sorry the last chapter was so crappy! I promise you I'll try and make this one better ^_^
As you may have noticed this chapter looks very different from those I have released previously. I had no idea I could use this format *jumps up and down clapping her hands in exitement*
Oh well, the burden of being blonde, I suppose *sighs*
Anyways, d'you like it?
Think I should keep writing them like this?
Thank you, Emerald, for your suggestions, I'll keep them in mind ^_^
I got a strange question from one of you, asking me what the connection between narcisissm and vanity was...
Well, you all know what 'vanity' is, right? So I won't bother with that one. As for 'narcisissm', here's a line I copied from a dictionary:
Narcisissm: self love; excessive interest or admiration for oneself.
Was that of any help?
And also, before I forget (which would be so me...!) it seems most of you want it to be slash.
Anyways, I guess I should get one with the story, because I have a feeling it's going to be long...!
Chapter. 5
Draco moved stealthily trough the hallways, pausing every now and then to make sure no one was watching him. He tip-toed up the staircase and slipped trough the heavy double-doors into his room, all the time careful not to make a sound.
He closed the doors behind him and rested his back against them for a moment, feeling exhausted.
He didn't even bother to undress as he crawled into his bed and closed his eyes, praying that sleep would come easily tonight.
Suddenly, he opened them again and glanced at the black bag he'd thrown at the floor next to his bed.
The black bag with the food.
Oh bloody...!
He'd forgotten the food!
How could he be so stupid? How could he forget?
It was too late now, of course. He couldn't simply go back and apologise and say: "sorry, here's your food, eat it. My mistake!"
He groaned and rolled over, too tired to bother. He could do it tomorrow...
Yeah... I'll do it first thing in the morning... Promise!
And just as these thoughts surfaced, he was overwhelmed with exhaustion and promptly fell asleep.
It was so strange...
These feelings...
He hadn't expected them. Not at all...
But when he saw the boy, laying there so helpless before him, with no ability to defend himself...
It was such a strange feeling... To have someone depend on you, the way Harry depended on him.
He couldn't allow himself to think this way! It would ruin everything!
All his efforts would be in vain, he would never get his father back!
Draco opened one eye. Something had awoken him from his sleep, and whatever it was he was quite determined to curse it off to someplace far away.
As he sat up, he noticed an owl silhoetted by the bright moonlight against his window.
It was knocking on his window as though its life depended on it, and he assumed the knocking was what had awoken him.
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and went to let the owl inside, determined to curse its owner off to someplace far away instead.
As he came closer he recognised it as Pansy's.
Oh this had better be good...!
he thought bitterly as he opened the hatches and placed the owl carefully on his desk where it could rest up a bit.
He detached the parchment roll from the owl's outstretched leg, lit a candle and made it float effortlessly in the air above his pillow as he lay down on his front and began to read.
"Hi, Draco! How are you? It's me, Pansy!
And boy have I got news for you! You are not going to believe this...
Harry Potter has disappeared!
I wrote to you as soon as I heard of it. I have my sources, you know.
I overheard a conversation between my father and a member of the ministry, and they said that Potter'd ran away from his muggle-relatives last night and never came back...
Creepy, huh?
Appearently they'd had a quarrel of some sorts. I don't know what it was about, all I know is that Potter did some pretty serious magic before he left!
That's how the ministry found out about it so soon. However, according to the ministry member, they assumed he'd come back sometime during the night, so they didn't start searching for him until this morning. Now they're talking about rape and murder and God knows what not!
What do you reckon has happened to him?
I mean, it's not like I'd put it past Potter to simply vanish, but somehow I don't think that's the case. Would've been nice though, don't you think?
Send me an owl back as soon as you can, will you?
Love from
Pansy"
Draco stared blankly at the letter for a moment.
So the ministry was involved then.
Well, figure they would, he thought. After all, it is Harry Potter.
Oh God I'm such an idiot!
He hadn't excpected this, obvious as though it was. The truth was that he hadn't even thought of it!
Of course the ministry would be involved. Someone was missing, and this particular 'someone' happened to be none other than Harry Potter.
He decided he might as well answer the letter right away. He tucked it under his pillow and got up from his bed.
He searched absentmindedly trough his desk for a quill and some parchment, all the while deep in thought.
Apparently he would have to get this whole thing over with sooner than he'd expected...
Finally he found what he was looking for and sat down to write a quick reply.
"Hi, Pansy. I haven't heard from you in a while, I was starting to think you'd forgotten all about me.
By the way, you should be more careful with your owl, because it woke me up in the middle of the night by trying to break my window!
So Potter has disappeared, has he?
Well, honestly I don't think he's in danger. I agree it would be nice if he got in some trouble for a change, but he'll probably show up in a couple of days.
Harry Potter is like a cockroach: impossible to kill. One may only hope. We could always cross our fingers, I suppose.
Love from
Draco"
He read it over a couple of times to make sure it sounded okay, before fastening it to the owl's leg. He carried it over to the window, which he hadn't bothered to close, and with a whisper of "fly safely" he let go of it. He stood there by the window for a moment, watching the owl as it soared up high into the star spangled sky and began its long journey, becoming a steadily smaller dot silhoetted against the silvery moon...
"Excuse me...?"
The puny little house elf bent nervously over her sleeping master, shaking with fear as she thought of the gruesomme punishment she most certainly would earn for doing this.
"Excuse me... master? B-breakfast is served now and...your-your mother is wa-waiting for you."
There! She'd said it! No need for her to stay in here any longer, she had said what she'd been ordered to say. Goodbye mr. Master!
But it seemed Lady Luck was not on her side this morning.
Just as she was about to cross the doorstep, a cold voice made her stop dead in her tracks...
"What are you doing in my room? And why, praytell, are you waking me up from my precious sleep in the middle of the summer holiday?!"
The poor little elf began to shake madly. But she forced herself to speak, in spite of the fear.
"B-b-because y-you-your m-mother t-t-told me t-to t-t-t-tell you that b-breakfast is s-s-served..."
She cringed at the thought of what the young master might make her do.
"Oh really? Is that so? Well, don't let this happen again! Go downstairs and tell mother I'll be there in a second."
She almost fainted! The relief she felt was enough to make any house elf faint!
She ran for the stairs as quickly as she could manage on her short legs, resisting the urge to jump and shout with glee.
But, of course, it was too good to be true.
Just as she reached the end of the hall, the cold voice of young master Malfoy called after her:
"And don't forget to fall down the stairs!"
Draco Malfoy was in a particulary bad mood that morning.
He had barely slept for a couple of hours, the ministry was after him, even though they weren't aware of it themselves yet, and he had The Boy Who Lived tied up in a cupboard in the basement!
How could life possibly be more perfect than this?!
Oh yes, by adding the fact that the boy in his basement hadn't eaten for about 30 hours or so and would probably die from lack of nourishment sooner or later.
And how was he supposed to sneak down with the food without being noticed?
He grunted something to the mirror and began to draw a comb trough his sleek, silvery hair.
The mirror folded its arms and looked offended.
"You don't have to be so rude you know," it said. "Nobody's forcing you!"
Draco grunted something in reply and turned his back to his disgraced reflection.
His mirror had always been a bit touchy. Fortunately it was usually never mad at him for very long.
And he prefered it much rather than the one in the bathroom!
Why they had ever bought that mirror was beyond him! Not to mention why they had never gotten rid of it.
"Good morning, Draco. Have you slept well, dear?"
Narcissa looked up from her copy of The Daily Prophet to give her son a quick kiss as he entered.
Draco considered for a moment saying 'no', but thought better of it.
"Yes mother. How about you? Did you sleep well?"
"Yes."
Draco poured some egg and bacon onto his plate and sat down, showing no outward sign of his inner emotions.
He turned to say something to his mother, even though he wasn't quite sure what it might be, but shut his mouth abrubtly when he noticed the snowy white owl on her shoulder.
Narcissa looked at it for a moment before slowly turning to her son.
"Draco? Do you know this owl?"
There was something wary and suspicious about her voice.
Draco made a quick decision and decided he would be familiar with this owl, just for now.
He knew he had seen it somewhere before, though he couldn't quite recall where, or to whom it belonged.
"Yes. Yes, mother, I know it. It belongs to Pansy Parkinson. You remember her, don't you, mother?"
"Why yes, of course I remember her. Don't be silly, darling. And I also remember that her owl does not look like this."
She pointed a slender finger at the beautiful owl on her shoulder and shot her son a questioning look.
"Oh... er... She got a new one,"
Draco lied quickly as a rattlesnake.
And before his mother could do anything to prevent it he reached out and carefully lifted the owl from her shoulder, placing it on his arm.
"Thank you mother, I will go upstairs now. I think I better read this letter in privacy."
His mother looked as though she wanted to say something, but Draco left before she could utter a word. Not without noticing the twinkle in her pale eyes though.
"And who might you belong to, my pretty?" he muttered under his breath as he entered his bedroom, closing the doors behind him.
The owl hooted softly and looked at him with its large amber eyes.
He sat down on the bed and detached the parchment roll from the owl's leg.
"Dear Harry...
Hi, it's Ron. How are you? Or should I perhaps re-phrase that to: 'where are you?' What happened to you anyway?
Dad came home last night and told us that you were missing! He said you'd ran away from the Dursleys.
I figured Hedwig would find you. She always does.
You made quite a mess before you left, huh? Nice goin' Harry! That pig got what he deserved!
But seriously, where are you?
It's not like I don't think you can take care of yourself, but
I'm kind of worried about you, you know. And that's probably nothing compared to Sirius! Or Hermione! God forbid she ever got wind of this... She'd fry you alive for even thinking of running away, you know!
Well, I have to go now. Send Hedwig back as soon as possible!
Hope you're alright!
Ron"
If Pansy's letter had made his eyes widen, it was nothing compared to this...
Certainly this 'Ron' could be none other than Ron Weasley. This owl belonged to Harry Potter!
He turned to look at the snowy white owl, who had settled herself on his pillow.
"Well whaddya know... Hedwig, I presume... You are one clever owl, aren't you..."
Authors note: This chapter got kinda boring... Hope ya like it anyway, and please review ^_^
I promise you more action later on, but as soon as I wrote that last sentence I just knew I had to end it there.
I might as well tell you right away that just because Hedwig found her owner that does not mean Ron knows where he is.
At the moment no one (well, except one) knows where Harry Potter is!
Take care and REVIEW!!!!!!!
I'm so sorry the last chapter was so crappy! I promise you I'll try and make this one better ^_^
As you may have noticed this chapter looks very different from those I have released previously. I had no idea I could use this format *jumps up and down clapping her hands in exitement*
Oh well, the burden of being blonde, I suppose *sighs*
Anyways, d'you like it?
Think I should keep writing them like this?
Thank you, Emerald, for your suggestions, I'll keep them in mind ^_^
I got a strange question from one of you, asking me what the connection between narcisissm and vanity was...
Well, you all know what 'vanity' is, right? So I won't bother with that one. As for 'narcisissm', here's a line I copied from a dictionary:
Narcisissm: self love; excessive interest or admiration for oneself.
Was that of any help?
And also, before I forget (which would be so me...!) it seems most of you want it to be slash.
Anyways, I guess I should get one with the story, because I have a feeling it's going to be long...!
Chapter. 5
Draco moved stealthily trough the hallways, pausing every now and then to make sure no one was watching him. He tip-toed up the staircase and slipped trough the heavy double-doors into his room, all the time careful not to make a sound.
He closed the doors behind him and rested his back against them for a moment, feeling exhausted.
He didn't even bother to undress as he crawled into his bed and closed his eyes, praying that sleep would come easily tonight.
Suddenly, he opened them again and glanced at the black bag he'd thrown at the floor next to his bed.
The black bag with the food.
Oh bloody...!
He'd forgotten the food!
How could he be so stupid? How could he forget?
It was too late now, of course. He couldn't simply go back and apologise and say: "sorry, here's your food, eat it. My mistake!"
He groaned and rolled over, too tired to bother. He could do it tomorrow...
Yeah... I'll do it first thing in the morning... Promise!
And just as these thoughts surfaced, he was overwhelmed with exhaustion and promptly fell asleep.
It was so strange...
These feelings...
He hadn't expected them. Not at all...
But when he saw the boy, laying there so helpless before him, with no ability to defend himself...
It was such a strange feeling... To have someone depend on you, the way Harry depended on him.
He couldn't allow himself to think this way! It would ruin everything!
All his efforts would be in vain, he would never get his father back!
Draco opened one eye. Something had awoken him from his sleep, and whatever it was he was quite determined to curse it off to someplace far away.
As he sat up, he noticed an owl silhoetted by the bright moonlight against his window.
It was knocking on his window as though its life depended on it, and he assumed the knocking was what had awoken him.
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and went to let the owl inside, determined to curse its owner off to someplace far away instead.
As he came closer he recognised it as Pansy's.
Oh this had better be good...!
he thought bitterly as he opened the hatches and placed the owl carefully on his desk where it could rest up a bit.
He detached the parchment roll from the owl's outstretched leg, lit a candle and made it float effortlessly in the air above his pillow as he lay down on his front and began to read.
"Hi, Draco! How are you? It's me, Pansy!
And boy have I got news for you! You are not going to believe this...
Harry Potter has disappeared!
I wrote to you as soon as I heard of it. I have my sources, you know.
I overheard a conversation between my father and a member of the ministry, and they said that Potter'd ran away from his muggle-relatives last night and never came back...
Creepy, huh?
Appearently they'd had a quarrel of some sorts. I don't know what it was about, all I know is that Potter did some pretty serious magic before he left!
That's how the ministry found out about it so soon. However, according to the ministry member, they assumed he'd come back sometime during the night, so they didn't start searching for him until this morning. Now they're talking about rape and murder and God knows what not!
What do you reckon has happened to him?
I mean, it's not like I'd put it past Potter to simply vanish, but somehow I don't think that's the case. Would've been nice though, don't you think?
Send me an owl back as soon as you can, will you?
Love from
Pansy"
Draco stared blankly at the letter for a moment.
So the ministry was involved then.
Well, figure they would, he thought. After all, it is Harry Potter.
Oh God I'm such an idiot!
He hadn't excpected this, obvious as though it was. The truth was that he hadn't even thought of it!
Of course the ministry would be involved. Someone was missing, and this particular 'someone' happened to be none other than Harry Potter.
He decided he might as well answer the letter right away. He tucked it under his pillow and got up from his bed.
He searched absentmindedly trough his desk for a quill and some parchment, all the while deep in thought.
Apparently he would have to get this whole thing over with sooner than he'd expected...
Finally he found what he was looking for and sat down to write a quick reply.
"Hi, Pansy. I haven't heard from you in a while, I was starting to think you'd forgotten all about me.
By the way, you should be more careful with your owl, because it woke me up in the middle of the night by trying to break my window!
So Potter has disappeared, has he?
Well, honestly I don't think he's in danger. I agree it would be nice if he got in some trouble for a change, but he'll probably show up in a couple of days.
Harry Potter is like a cockroach: impossible to kill. One may only hope. We could always cross our fingers, I suppose.
Love from
Draco"
He read it over a couple of times to make sure it sounded okay, before fastening it to the owl's leg. He carried it over to the window, which he hadn't bothered to close, and with a whisper of "fly safely" he let go of it. He stood there by the window for a moment, watching the owl as it soared up high into the star spangled sky and began its long journey, becoming a steadily smaller dot silhoetted against the silvery moon...
"Excuse me...?"
The puny little house elf bent nervously over her sleeping master, shaking with fear as she thought of the gruesomme punishment she most certainly would earn for doing this.
"Excuse me... master? B-breakfast is served now and...your-your mother is wa-waiting for you."
There! She'd said it! No need for her to stay in here any longer, she had said what she'd been ordered to say. Goodbye mr. Master!
But it seemed Lady Luck was not on her side this morning.
Just as she was about to cross the doorstep, a cold voice made her stop dead in her tracks...
"What are you doing in my room? And why, praytell, are you waking me up from my precious sleep in the middle of the summer holiday?!"
The poor little elf began to shake madly. But she forced herself to speak, in spite of the fear.
"B-b-because y-you-your m-mother t-t-told me t-to t-t-t-tell you that b-breakfast is s-s-served..."
She cringed at the thought of what the young master might make her do.
"Oh really? Is that so? Well, don't let this happen again! Go downstairs and tell mother I'll be there in a second."
She almost fainted! The relief she felt was enough to make any house elf faint!
She ran for the stairs as quickly as she could manage on her short legs, resisting the urge to jump and shout with glee.
But, of course, it was too good to be true.
Just as she reached the end of the hall, the cold voice of young master Malfoy called after her:
"And don't forget to fall down the stairs!"
Draco Malfoy was in a particulary bad mood that morning.
He had barely slept for a couple of hours, the ministry was after him, even though they weren't aware of it themselves yet, and he had The Boy Who Lived tied up in a cupboard in the basement!
How could life possibly be more perfect than this?!
Oh yes, by adding the fact that the boy in his basement hadn't eaten for about 30 hours or so and would probably die from lack of nourishment sooner or later.
And how was he supposed to sneak down with the food without being noticed?
He grunted something to the mirror and began to draw a comb trough his sleek, silvery hair.
The mirror folded its arms and looked offended.
"You don't have to be so rude you know," it said. "Nobody's forcing you!"
Draco grunted something in reply and turned his back to his disgraced reflection.
His mirror had always been a bit touchy. Fortunately it was usually never mad at him for very long.
And he prefered it much rather than the one in the bathroom!
Why they had ever bought that mirror was beyond him! Not to mention why they had never gotten rid of it.
"Good morning, Draco. Have you slept well, dear?"
Narcissa looked up from her copy of The Daily Prophet to give her son a quick kiss as he entered.
Draco considered for a moment saying 'no', but thought better of it.
"Yes mother. How about you? Did you sleep well?"
"Yes."
Draco poured some egg and bacon onto his plate and sat down, showing no outward sign of his inner emotions.
He turned to say something to his mother, even though he wasn't quite sure what it might be, but shut his mouth abrubtly when he noticed the snowy white owl on her shoulder.
Narcissa looked at it for a moment before slowly turning to her son.
"Draco? Do you know this owl?"
There was something wary and suspicious about her voice.
Draco made a quick decision and decided he would be familiar with this owl, just for now.
He knew he had seen it somewhere before, though he couldn't quite recall where, or to whom it belonged.
"Yes. Yes, mother, I know it. It belongs to Pansy Parkinson. You remember her, don't you, mother?"
"Why yes, of course I remember her. Don't be silly, darling. And I also remember that her owl does not look like this."
She pointed a slender finger at the beautiful owl on her shoulder and shot her son a questioning look.
"Oh... er... She got a new one,"
Draco lied quickly as a rattlesnake.
And before his mother could do anything to prevent it he reached out and carefully lifted the owl from her shoulder, placing it on his arm.
"Thank you mother, I will go upstairs now. I think I better read this letter in privacy."
His mother looked as though she wanted to say something, but Draco left before she could utter a word. Not without noticing the twinkle in her pale eyes though.
"And who might you belong to, my pretty?" he muttered under his breath as he entered his bedroom, closing the doors behind him.
The owl hooted softly and looked at him with its large amber eyes.
He sat down on the bed and detached the parchment roll from the owl's leg.
"Dear Harry...
Hi, it's Ron. How are you? Or should I perhaps re-phrase that to: 'where are you?' What happened to you anyway?
Dad came home last night and told us that you were missing! He said you'd ran away from the Dursleys.
I figured Hedwig would find you. She always does.
You made quite a mess before you left, huh? Nice goin' Harry! That pig got what he deserved!
But seriously, where are you?
It's not like I don't think you can take care of yourself, but
I'm kind of worried about you, you know. And that's probably nothing compared to Sirius! Or Hermione! God forbid she ever got wind of this... She'd fry you alive for even thinking of running away, you know!
Well, I have to go now. Send Hedwig back as soon as possible!
Hope you're alright!
Ron"
If Pansy's letter had made his eyes widen, it was nothing compared to this...
Certainly this 'Ron' could be none other than Ron Weasley. This owl belonged to Harry Potter!
He turned to look at the snowy white owl, who had settled herself on his pillow.
"Well whaddya know... Hedwig, I presume... You are one clever owl, aren't you..."
Authors note: This chapter got kinda boring... Hope ya like it anyway, and please review ^_^
I promise you more action later on, but as soon as I wrote that last sentence I just knew I had to end it there.
I might as well tell you right away that just because Hedwig found her owner that does not mean Ron knows where he is.
At the moment no one (well, except one) knows where Harry Potter is!
Take care and REVIEW!!!!!!!