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"The Malfoys are my future Harry."
"What do you mean, your future?" He held her wrist tightly, wondering if she really meant that.
"It's all arranged." She said in a half sob, her voice wavering. "I cannot go against them."
He could feel anger burning in his chest. "But you are by being here?"
"Yes." She said, relieved. "Now do you understand, Harry?"
He nodded slowly, his eyes on the floor.
"If I tell you," Rowan started softly, "and they find out, I'll be for it, Harry."
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Rowan looked into the infectious green eyes, the idea that they belonged to Harry Potter scared her. This was the boy her master despised, the boy she was meant to hate, the one she was hunting.
He was here, crouching next to her, all sympathy and worry. It would be so easy, she thought slyly, to just do it now. To get it over with, once and for all. He wouldn't even feel it.
His pleads to find things out had brought her to this stage. The secret note in her book, the midnight meeting, the whole pretence; it was all perfect. He was playing right into their outstretched hands without a second thought. Rowan reminded to spend some time praising her master's plan, and to tell him about this very important night.
"Rowan?" He said by her side. Ah, yes, I need something to tell him. Rowan thought quickly before settling on her usual tactics.
"It started when I was younger." She composed her voice into a pitiful tone. "My father worked with Lucius Malfoy before he joined the Ministry." She looked back into his eyes.
"They owned a warehouse business, yeah," She said, noting the bemused expression on his face. "Not very glamorous. Well, Lucius and his friends would meet up in one particular warehouse every Thursday, the same one that I organised. It was then it happened."
She paused for suitable dramatic effect, hoping Harry was lapping it up. "I heard and saw things that Lucius would not want repeated."
"What?" He asked quickly.
"Things." Rowan replied emphatically.
"Oh." She knew he was too enthralled to bother asking what.
"Well he found out. Since then I've been under their control." She slid her heavy lidded eyes downwards. "My father left the business and moved us to Albania."
"Albania?" Harry blurted out. Rowan knew what he was thinking.
"Yes." She asked, seemingly puzzled. "I was there for three years but he found me again. It was only a few weeks ago, it already feels like years, Harry."
He squeezed her hand tighter. "So that's why your with Malfoy?"
"Draco? Yes. A convenient change from Parkinson." Her words were laced with bitterness.
"That's why you came late? Because Malfoy wanted to keep an eye on you."
She nodded silently. "I can not get away from them Harry. They're never going to leave me."
"What if I were to help you?" Rowan suppressed her ecstasy at his outburst. Easy does it, she thought.
"Help me?"
He nodded eagerly.
"But Harry, I'm, I'm in Slytherin. I thought you hated us."
He had an incredulous look spread across his flushed face. "Any enemy of Malfoy, is a friend of mine."
Rowan ignored the melodrama and smiled shyly. "Thank-you." She whispered and wrapped her arms around the boy. She could feel his body burning against hers. Her thoughts revolved around what she was going to tell her master.
"I'll get you out of here.2 He said firmly, when they had reached the classroom door. Their invisibility aids already in place as they set out in opposite directions, their unseen bodies clinking against the shadowed floors.
A/N: Hmmm, what do you think? I'd love to know, so review!
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"The Malfoys are my future Harry."
"What do you mean, your future?" He held her wrist tightly, wondering if she really meant that.
"It's all arranged." She said in a half sob, her voice wavering. "I cannot go against them."
He could feel anger burning in his chest. "But you are by being here?"
"Yes." She said, relieved. "Now do you understand, Harry?"
He nodded slowly, his eyes on the floor.
"If I tell you," Rowan started softly, "and they find out, I'll be for it, Harry."
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Rowan looked into the infectious green eyes, the idea that they belonged to Harry Potter scared her. This was the boy her master despised, the boy she was meant to hate, the one she was hunting.
He was here, crouching next to her, all sympathy and worry. It would be so easy, she thought slyly, to just do it now. To get it over with, once and for all. He wouldn't even feel it.
His pleads to find things out had brought her to this stage. The secret note in her book, the midnight meeting, the whole pretence; it was all perfect. He was playing right into their outstretched hands without a second thought. Rowan reminded to spend some time praising her master's plan, and to tell him about this very important night.
"Rowan?" He said by her side. Ah, yes, I need something to tell him. Rowan thought quickly before settling on her usual tactics.
"It started when I was younger." She composed her voice into a pitiful tone. "My father worked with Lucius Malfoy before he joined the Ministry." She looked back into his eyes.
"They owned a warehouse business, yeah," She said, noting the bemused expression on his face. "Not very glamorous. Well, Lucius and his friends would meet up in one particular warehouse every Thursday, the same one that I organised. It was then it happened."
She paused for suitable dramatic effect, hoping Harry was lapping it up. "I heard and saw things that Lucius would not want repeated."
"What?" He asked quickly.
"Things." Rowan replied emphatically.
"Oh." She knew he was too enthralled to bother asking what.
"Well he found out. Since then I've been under their control." She slid her heavy lidded eyes downwards. "My father left the business and moved us to Albania."
"Albania?" Harry blurted out. Rowan knew what he was thinking.
"Yes." She asked, seemingly puzzled. "I was there for three years but he found me again. It was only a few weeks ago, it already feels like years, Harry."
He squeezed her hand tighter. "So that's why your with Malfoy?"
"Draco? Yes. A convenient change from Parkinson." Her words were laced with bitterness.
"That's why you came late? Because Malfoy wanted to keep an eye on you."
She nodded silently. "I can not get away from them Harry. They're never going to leave me."
"What if I were to help you?" Rowan suppressed her ecstasy at his outburst. Easy does it, she thought.
"Help me?"
He nodded eagerly.
"But Harry, I'm, I'm in Slytherin. I thought you hated us."
He had an incredulous look spread across his flushed face. "Any enemy of Malfoy, is a friend of mine."
Rowan ignored the melodrama and smiled shyly. "Thank-you." She whispered and wrapped her arms around the boy. She could feel his body burning against hers. Her thoughts revolved around what she was going to tell her master.
"I'll get you out of here.2 He said firmly, when they had reached the classroom door. Their invisibility aids already in place as they set out in opposite directions, their unseen bodies clinking against the shadowed floors.
A/N: Hmmm, what do you think? I'd love to know, so review!