Chapter Two ~ dreaming town
Harry stood in shadow watching the small group of Death Eaters crowd
together in a circle. Who, or what, was in the middle of that circle? Two
more black-robes figures approached. Crabbe, Jr. stepped out of the
formation. "My Lord," he bowed slightly, "we have caught the spy." He
sneered in the direction of the circle's center.
Those who had formed the circle now backed up, revealing a crouching form
in heir midst. One of the new arrivals hissed and drew back his hood
revealing golden-white hair flowing down his back. "Son?" he hissed.
The cowering figure shifted slightly, but did not look up as he trembled,
"F-father."
Harry knew that voice, but it seemed different, maybe it wasn't.
"Look at me when I'm speaking to you, Draco!" Harry gasped. It was. "Or
should I say Dracona? You're such a sissy-girl." Lucius kicked Draco in the
ribs; Harry could hear Draco suck in a sharp breath. "I told you to look at
me, boy!"
Slowly, Draco's platinum blonde hair came into view. "Now, before you die,
you will endure pain." The hate in Lucius' voice was overwhelming as he
drew his wand and sneered, "Cruciatus."
Draco's scream pierced the night air as he writhed on the ground.
"That's enough, Malfoy!" Harry heard himself cry out as he lunged at the
tall blonde.
"What's this?" Voldemort snarled. "Harry Potter saving the life of a Death
Eater's son? My, my, my, will miracles never cease?"
"Only the day you die," Harry sneered, pushing himself from the ground,
standing over Lucius Malfoy's dead body, the older man's blood, stained
Harry's clothes and pooled on the ground.
"Well, since you seem to wish to save this young rebel, there's really only
one thing I can do," Voldemort said, almost remorsefully.
In a flash, his wand had spurted green light all over the clearing and
Draco fell backwards. Harry rushed to the blonde's side, whispering, "I
love you, Draco."
No one heard these simple words; only Harry knew they had been spoken. Two
of the Death Eaters grabbed Harry's arms, wrenching his shoulders as they
pulled him to his feet. There was a sudden, searing pain in his right
shoulder. Harry gasped as his blood, seemingly, turned to liquid fire.
"We will collect their corpses tomorrow," Harry heard Voldemort hiss, as he
felt himself loose consciousness.
A few hours later, Harry awoke with Voldemort's promise to return playing
in his head. He dragged himself to his feet, determined that he would not
let Voldemort mutilate Draco's dead body. As Harry stepped closer, he
noticed the blonde boy was breathing. Harry gasped as he crumbled to his
knew before the angelic figure. He brushed a strand of blonde satin away
from Draco's eyes. Slowly, Harry hooked an arm under Draco's knees, and
wrapped the other around his shoulders.
Harry's lifted the unconscious Slytherin and carried him out of the
Forbidden Forest and into the hospital Wing, where he collapsed as well.
Harry stood in shadow watching the small group of Death Eaters crowd
together in a circle. Who, or what, was in the middle of that circle? Two
more black-robes figures approached. Crabbe, Jr. stepped out of the
formation. "My Lord," he bowed slightly, "we have caught the spy." He
sneered in the direction of the circle's center.
Those who had formed the circle now backed up, revealing a crouching form
in heir midst. One of the new arrivals hissed and drew back his hood
revealing golden-white hair flowing down his back. "Son?" he hissed.
The cowering figure shifted slightly, but did not look up as he trembled,
"F-father."
Harry knew that voice, but it seemed different, maybe it wasn't.
"Look at me when I'm speaking to you, Draco!" Harry gasped. It was. "Or
should I say Dracona? You're such a sissy-girl." Lucius kicked Draco in the
ribs; Harry could hear Draco suck in a sharp breath. "I told you to look at
me, boy!"
Slowly, Draco's platinum blonde hair came into view. "Now, before you die,
you will endure pain." The hate in Lucius' voice was overwhelming as he
drew his wand and sneered, "Cruciatus."
Draco's scream pierced the night air as he writhed on the ground.
"That's enough, Malfoy!" Harry heard himself cry out as he lunged at the
tall blonde.
"What's this?" Voldemort snarled. "Harry Potter saving the life of a Death
Eater's son? My, my, my, will miracles never cease?"
"Only the day you die," Harry sneered, pushing himself from the ground,
standing over Lucius Malfoy's dead body, the older man's blood, stained
Harry's clothes and pooled on the ground.
"Well, since you seem to wish to save this young rebel, there's really only
one thing I can do," Voldemort said, almost remorsefully.
In a flash, his wand had spurted green light all over the clearing and
Draco fell backwards. Harry rushed to the blonde's side, whispering, "I
love you, Draco."
No one heard these simple words; only Harry knew they had been spoken. Two
of the Death Eaters grabbed Harry's arms, wrenching his shoulders as they
pulled him to his feet. There was a sudden, searing pain in his right
shoulder. Harry gasped as his blood, seemingly, turned to liquid fire.
"We will collect their corpses tomorrow," Harry heard Voldemort hiss, as he
felt himself loose consciousness.
A few hours later, Harry awoke with Voldemort's promise to return playing
in his head. He dragged himself to his feet, determined that he would not
let Voldemort mutilate Draco's dead body. As Harry stepped closer, he
noticed the blonde boy was breathing. Harry gasped as he crumbled to his
knew before the angelic figure. He brushed a strand of blonde satin away
from Draco's eyes. Slowly, Harry hooked an arm under Draco's knees, and
wrapped the other around his shoulders.
Harry's lifted the unconscious Slytherin and carried him out of the
Forbidden Forest and into the hospital Wing, where he collapsed as well.