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Warning: In later chapters there will be slash which means male/male pairings (such as Draco/Harry, Legolas/Aragorn and a few other implied relationships). If this bothers you then click the back button now!
Summery/Plot: Voldemort and Sauron get together in order to enforce their angry wrath upon the 'heroes' that often cause the failure of their evil plans…Sadly, it doesn't go the way they planned and chaos ensues!
Chapter 2: Under Magical Lock and Key
Harry stood in his dormitory, which had been his home for the better part of the past seven years. Numbly, he packed his belongings, with but one thought replaying in his mind--Malfoy's hand reaching out to greet his in an offer of truce. He still couldn't bring himself to believe that his long time adversary was now…on his side? Shock was coursing through him making him feel an odd sensation he placed as disbelief when it was really--
"Come on, Harry! The train leaves in ten minutes!" the familiar, chiding but friendly voiced forced him from his thoughts. Hermione was standing in the doorway, hands on her hips in the typical bossy-Hermione way. Harry quickly finished his packing, shoving everything into his trunk and forcing it closed.
"I'm coming, 'Mione," said Harry as he picked up his heavy trunk with ease-given the lithe build Quidditch had given him. After he had gotten down the stairs and entered the common room where he had spent hundreds of hours (half of them, not studying), he heard a loud crash and a series of bumps from the stairs he had just come down from.
"Had anyone still been up there? I thought for sure everyone had gone," thought Harry.
He dropped his trunk and walked over to the stairs. A remembrall bounced down the last few steps and hit the side of his right boot.
"Neville," said Harry, shaking his head and chuckling.
The scene that greeted him was an open trunk and its contents spilled all over the floor. From beneath a large pile of clothing a hand waved wildly and Harry could hear the muffled cries of 'help'.
Harry grabbed Neville's hand and with one swift movement, lifted the boy to his feet. He looked up shyly at Harry. Neville hadn't changed much since their first year, still quite a bit shorter than out dear Harry, his dark brown hair falling around his head- quite messily at the moment, and he was still very much accident prone.
"Hi-ya Harry. Thanks." Neville said before removing a sock that clung to his left ear. Harry, forcing himself not to smile, started to gather Neville's belongings and shove them into his trunk. A small toad leapt out of a small jar and down the stairs. Harry was glad that Neville didn't see it- the last thing he wanted to do was go 'toad hinting'. Dumbledore will find him and send him to Neville's gran. That was that.
"We better hurry, the train is going to leave without us," said Harry glancing at his watch. Five minutes later, Harry and Neville were rushing themselves to the train,
Neville, after falling several times, had put a spell on his trunk to have it carry itself (and although this would seem like a good idea, the trunk kept hitting Neville square in the head. Again, Harry tried not to laugh...much.)
After around ten minutes of rushing down familiar hallways- only seeing one ghost (Peeves, who had found it funny to make Neville fall over onto Harry, using the floating trunk as his tool) which Harry was glad about, he didn't want to stand there for twenty minutes talking to the 'friendly' ghosts, such as Nearly-Headless Nick. Harry and Neville had made it to the hallway that would lead them to the carriages. Hermione was standing with Ron in the doorway; she looked back at the two boys puzzled.
"'Mione, what's wrong?" Harry said, sounding a little out of breath, but nothing compared to Neville who had his hands on his knees, gasping for air.
"The bloody door won't open." Ron said. He kicked the door, and then grasped his foot, wincing from the pain as Hermione giggled, snickering something like "Boys."
Harry scratched his head, what the hell? He looked around the hallway where the four stood. "Are you sure? I mean..." Harry's words were cut off by the sound of footsteps running swiftly down the stairs. Another seventh year, well now a quote on quote licensed wizard as they all were now, entered the hallway looking rather handsome. He held a book in one hand, and scanned it with the other. He was tall and well built; his blonde hair was no longer worn in a slicked back manner, so it fell into his gray-blue eyes, making him an alluring in a sort of innocent way- which he would probably hate.
"Oh GREAT." Ron said loudly so that Draco could hear him. Draco looked up at them with his sad eyes, and almost uncharacteristically, he didn't force the usual icy malice into his gaze. Ron was taken aback. Harry was just staring, he had only seen Draco like this once, which had been, what? Last night? Harry shivered. He had no idea why, but there was something about seeing Draco like this, it made him, well seem normal. All his defenses down, and he looked so vulnerable, almost childlike. And cute, Harry thought but shoved the thought out of his head.
"What are you doing still here?" Draco asked in a quiet voice as he closed to book he was leafing through. He glanced at Hermione and then back to Harry, he didn't expect an answer from Neville, let alone Ron.
"Well, you git, the door won't bloody open. Any other dumb questions??" said Ron exasperatedly, and walking stiffly beside Harry, as if expecting Draco to curse Harry at any given moment. Draco looked at Ron, with a small hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
"I'll go get Dumbledore, since we all can't apparate to him- we're in Hogwarts."
Hermione smiled appropriately- evidently someone besides her had read Hogwarts: A History or maybe he had just heard Hermione when she told Harry and Ron countless times. Draco ran his hand through his hair, making it fall back into its place in his eyes. He lingered for a moment, eyes flickering over Harry before he dashed up the stairs from where he came.
"Harry," Ron said after he was sure Draco was out of hearing distance. His friend was still staring after his long-term archenemy.
"Hmmm?" Harry looked at the tiled floor.
"I think Malfoy wants to snog you."
"WHAT?!?!" Harry said looking purposefully down the opposite hallway from where Ron, Neville and Hermione were standing as he felt his face turn scarlet.
"I said," Ron started. "That I think Malfoy wants to snog you." Ron's voice was dry; there was no hatred or sarcastic undertone to mock what he was saying.
As soon as Harry felt the heat leave his face, he turned to look upon his friend and turned his blazing green eyes on him. "How thick can you get Ron? You must've completely lost it, y'know."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, obviously seeing right through Harry with her superior intellect. I wonder what she thinks she knows so well, Harry thought.
"What's that noise??" Neville said, finally chiming into their conversation. Harry strained his ears and heared a faint whisper among the silence that filled the halls eerily.
"There's a fell voice on the air!" As soon as Harry said this he felt his eyes furrow and he looked at Hermione. Why had he said that? Where had he heard those words before? Didn't Leg... He shook his head.
"Um, Harry," 'Mione said her voice filled with a certain distain as she walked towards Harry, forming a small circle between the four of them. "I think we're getting a bit mixed up- that wasn't even in OUR series."
"Oh...right."
