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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 you don't like slash, then oh well cause we do
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!
~~~Sorry for the delay on this chapter but as it appears, Blaise is extremely slow at times-- no, not a Hufflepuff, I didn't think that Slytherins could be this bad-- well except Crabbe and Goyle.~~~
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Chapter 4: They Came From Above
Draco quickly made his way to Dumbledore's chamber. He was moving at such a pace that he didn't even really attention to where he was going; his mind was on his destination and the problem at hand. So, naturally, there was barely an instants warning before he crashed into a man just about his height. He had long whitish-blonde hair combed away from his face, which held a sour expression.
"Father.." Draco tried to get himself together, over the last twenty-four hours he had changed drastically, or maybe he'd been changing all along and had been too stubborn to actually notice. He was attempting to make himself look like the snobby little boy he'd always been.
"Draco," said Lucius as Dumbledore peered over his shoulder almost comically. Draco set his jaw, trying not to crack a smile, and made motions as if to brush off dirt from where his father had touched him. Draco nodded to himself and then walked around his father (which was a way of showing him MUCH disrespect) to face the headmaster.
"Dumbledore sir, there are four students, well former students, who are unable to open the door to get to the carriages."
Dumbledore's wise face returned and his seemingly all-knowing eyes grew a bit brighter. "Ah," said Dumbledore, also gliding around Lucius. "I thought, something....strange was going on here...Lemon drop?" When Draco shook his head with a smile Dumbledore was already talking. "Did you find what you were looking for?"
Draco shifted uncomfortably and looked in his father's direction, and at this, Dumbledore lifted his hand as if to lead the way to a door on his left with a twinkle of understanding in his eye.
Lucius muttered something under his breath and then stalked off down the hall. He was going off to see the only other wretched being in Hogwarts- Severus Snape.
Draco walked ahead of the headmaster into the office where to figures jumped apart almost guiltily. One, was the infamous Sirius Black, who everyone believed to be a murderer-- everyone except those who knew the truth. Sirius had a huge dopey grin on his face, and his vast dark eyes looked extremely happy-- which was something that had been seldomly seen in him lately. The other was Draco's third year professor who had been secretly employed here at the school for a special course (mainly for the trio but Draco had been lucky enough to have talked to Dumbledore about his changed views), Remus Lupin was straightening out his somewhat wrinkled clothes and then attempted to comb down his tousled hair with his slender fingers.
"D-(cough)Draco," Remus said in a shaky voice as Dumbledore entered the office his smile visible through his long, silvery beard. "We were just discussing...uh.." Remus glanced at Sirius and then back to Dumbledore and Draco. Since, noticing Remus' lack of an explanation, Draco supplemented one, even though he'd much rather the truth (two adults snogging session is always more interesting.)
"Weren't you two just discussing the fact that four former students can't manage to get out of the school?" Draco looked down at his hand and then looked up at the two adults with a bowed head. "Since, Harry is so close to Sirius, I figured he should know what's going on...and both of them could possibly help figure everything out. Right Professor Dumbledore sir?" Dumbledore mumbled something and walked over to his desk and made a motion for the three to sit down. But, given the lack of a third chair and the fact that Draco had slithered into one already, Remus sat down and Sirius (with one of his huge grins plastered on his face) sat on Lupin's lap.
"Well, I suppose, that we should get our young trapped wizards, and anyone else who is still here together. Draco, why don't you, and Harry go check any other entrances you might know of, and show Lupin the door. Sirius, I think it would be safe if for now you go around in your other form for now. And, I'll get everyone else together...agreed?" They all nodded and as Draco got up he glanced at Remus and Sirius who looked incredibly cute at the moment. I hope I can be that happy one day, I wonder if Harry would have any objections...Bloody hell. Harrell never think of me that way.
Draco led Remus and Sirius to where Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville were waiting. Immediately, Ron and Hermione jumped up and both shot a glance at Harry once they spotted Draco, Remus and Sirius in the shape of a large dog.
"Hello everyone," said Remus, sounding relieved that he was no longer alone (not counting Sirius) with Lucius Malfoy's son. It wasn't exactly that he didn't trust young Draco, it was more like he didn't trust his father who had hated him during their school years and still hated him for the company he kept. Hermione hustled over and hugged Remus lightly then started to pat Snuffles as she glanced towards Draco. She smiled to herself, knowing that he was checking Harry out....again.
Remus walked over to the door and tested it, well, basically tried to open it. Then, pulling out his wand, he tapped the door then said, "Alohomora" and was thrown ten feet in the air.
"I guess we should've told him that I tried that one already," Ron stated as all six of them ran over to Remus who was rubbing his head where it had hit the ground. Looking slightly dazed, he managed to get to his feet, leaning on Neville and then smiled reassuringly at them all.
"Well," said the ex-professor as he brushed dirt off his shabby clothes, "I think, Draco and Harry, should do what Dumbledore wanted and check out the other entrances. If I'm not mistaken, you still have The Marauders Map? I'm going to try a few more spells."
With that, Remus turned back to the door, run his fingers through his slightly silvered amber colored hair and began muttering to himself about spells, dark curses, and possible repelling charms and occasionally glancing down at the large black dog that stood at his side.
Ron glared maliciously at Draco who seemed not to notice as Harry rummaged through his trunk. Harry had planned to leave the map behind in the Gryffindor Tower so that others could access its 'wisdom' but he didn't quite feel like parting with it. Aside from the Invisibility cloak and a few pictures it was all he had that for memories of his parents.
"I'm telling you 'Mione," whispered Ron, "Whether he wants to snog
Harry or not, he's still a Malfoy and a Slytherin! He'll curse Harry the first chance he gets!"
"Honestly, Ron. I really don't think that Draco would do anything to hurt Harry...and it's kind of sweet that he wants to snog him…Adorable even."
Neville looked at the two hopelessly and asked, "What does 'snog' mean?"
Draco turned his head slightly so he could have a clearer view of the three following him and Harry. He had wished to get a few moments alone with Harry, so they could talk. He didn't care about what, he just wanted to be alone with Harry and be able to enjoy his company-- but now with Granger and Weasel, er, Hermione, Ron and Neville trailing close behind them, he lost hope in engaging in a real conversation. Draco sighed.
"Something wrong, Draco?" asked Harry, peering into Draco's eyes-- he hadn't realized that Harry had been glancing at him every two seconds since they had left the main hallway.
"Hm? Oh, nothing. Just wondering what will happen if this exit doesn't work either," Draco said as he smiled faintly. Turning a corner sharply, they stopped in front of a one-eyed witch.
"Okay, this is the last one," Harry said as he looked back at the map and then muttered "Mischief managed" as he tapped it with his wand.
Ron stalked up and nonchalantly elbowed Draco, separating him from Harry. Hermione was still a few feet behind helping Neville get up after he tripped over his left foot.
"Yeah, so," said Ron, looking at the witch. "Who wants to be thrashed this time? I vote Draco." Hermione took two large steps and slapped Ron on the back of the head.
"Honestly Ron, why can't you try to be nice for once? I think I'll tell your mother, maybe she'll beat some sense into you." Ron looked at Hermione through hurt eyes.
"Bloody hell. 'Mione, you're awfully abusive today...how come you weren't like this last night? I wouldn't have minded much." Hermione blushed furiously as the other three laughed.
"So now you're up to admitting to be dating? It only took you guys three years."
"Well, Harry, at least we went for what we wanted," Hermione said as her eyes flickered towards Draco, whose slivery eyes (as she expected) were locked on Harry's lithe figure.
"Right." Harry turned to the door; hiding is face from his friends which had turned a deep scarlet. "I guess I'll do him--er, it, I'll do it. I'll be the one to see if this exit works."
Draco's eyes were smiling and everyone else was trying to withhold their giggles-er laughter (giggling is more along the lines of what our dear Voldie does).
"Dissendium!" but with Harry's luck he too was thrown like everyone one else had, except, he wasn't thrown ten feet, just five-- and he landed on top of Draco.
"Ow," the once Slytherin said looking up into The-Boy-Who-Lived's eyes. Harry pushed himself up so all his weight was on his knees which were placed on both sides of Draco's slender hips, and was locked in a deep stare with him. Harry leaned in close so his face was within inches from Malfoy's. "Sorry," he said, lips brushing Draco's. Harry felt the once Slytherin shiver beneath him and his emerald eyes flickered down to Draco's pale lips that were slightly parted, taking in shallow breaths. Harry's face leaned in closer, vanquishing the few remaining inches that stood between them...and then..........pushed himself gracefully to his feet. Draco looked up at the figure towering over him, slightly disappointed, and then grasped Harry's extended hand and pulled himself up to his feet.
"Well," Hermione said with large eyes. "I guess that exit doesn't work. Ahem, I guess we can go see if Professor Lupin had any luck."
"Honestly, Hermione, can't you just call him by his name. We've known him for years and he isn't even a bloody teacher anymore," said Ron, who was, because of the whole Draco/Harry situation, in a bad mood.
The four walked back to the main hallway mostly in silence, except for the occasional times when Neville fell over his feet.
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Lupin gathered himself onto his feet, staring hopelessly at the door in front of him before his companion trotted over to his side and gave him an encouraging nod. Lupin felt his heart melt as he lost him self in Sirius's large black eyes.
Hermione walked up beside her former professor, holding Ron firmly by her side as she watched the lover's in while locked in a deep stare. I knew it, Hermione thought and after a long moment she decided to let her presence known.
"Ahem!" Lupin jumped and gasped-- who would've thought that out of a former defense against the dark arts teacher- let alone a werewolf.
."Jumpy are we?" Hermione was smiling keenly as her captive, Ron, snorted at her. Neville walked over to them and started patting Sirius absently as he stared off into space.
"Just trying to figure out a way to open this blasted door," Remus stated exasperatedly. "Hermione, you wouldn't happen to have any ideas would you?"
Ron grunted, his face twisted with confused anger as he kept looking at Harry and Draco who were walking awkwardly side by side and kept glancing at each other with shy childish grins appearing on Harry's face.
"Um, not really Professor, er Remus--Mr. Lupin...anyways, you've probably already tried what I would have suggested."
"Hi," Harry said to Lupin with a slight blush appearing on his cheeks, and then smiled again sheepishly.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash about ten feet away from them, it seemed as if a group of people had just fallen out of nowhere. One was a dwarf sprawled in front with a long red tangled beard who seemed to be swearing to himself. Then there where four children looking folk who, by there appearance, looked older then Harry-- he thought maybe they were midgets with large hairy feet or something to that extent. One of them had kind of sandy hair, who seemed to be helping out another one with dark hair and a sullen _expression, and the other two looked like, well, short versions of Fred and George--minus the red hair of course. Another was a raven haired man dressed in black and wielding a sword-- then a sort of mysterious wizard who resembled Dumbledore with a long white beard quite a lot, and a fair haired elf with a wise _expression looking almost unaffected by the fall (who to Harry's standards looked quite sexy...probably because he kind reminded him of Draco...)
"What happened?" groaned one of the 'little people' as he struggled to sit up but couldn't because another little person (..hm...Halfling, Harry thought that sounds familiar) was on top of him.
"We poofed," said the one who was sitting atop him.
"We noticed that, Pip, now could you please get off me!" cried the little one.
"You don't have to yell at me," said the one called Pip, as he stood up, "I was only answering your question."
"Looks like the Elf was right," said the Dwarf who had gotten to his feet while the other two were quarreling.
"And you mistrusted him," said the raven haired man.
"Let it go, Aragorn, you did not trust me either," said the sexy, but not as sexy as Draco, elf, "And I can understand why…We all want peace so badly to think evil has been born again is terrifying and saddening…"
"I wonder where we are," said the Dumbledore look alike.
"Bloody hell," Ron said as the others continued to stare at them in astonishment. The strange group of people looked over in their direction, most likely assessing each one of them.
"Oh, my," said Lupin.
"Maybe someone should go get Dumbledore," suggested Ron.
"I think it would be best if we all went to the Headmasters office," Lupin said as he glanced down to Sirius for agreement.
"What is this place?" asked the man, Aragorn, stepping forward.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," said Harry sternly.
"Where in Middle Earth is this Hogwarts?" asked one of the little men who weren't fighting, "And who are all of you? Do you work for that wizard that brought us here?"
"Hogwarts isn't in Middle Earth it's somewhere in Britain," Hermione said, "I've never heard of a Middle Earth."
"I don't think they are from around here, Granger," said Draco calmly, "They're dressed as if they've just walked off the pages of some muggle fantasy book."
"I don't think any of us work for the one who brought you here…What was his name?"
The strange group glanced at each other and there was a moment of silence, none of them able to remember what his name was.
"Voldemort," said the sexy, but not as sexy as Draco, elf.
Harry felt his eyes widen, and kept his eyes locked on the strange group before him. He heard Neville fall over but knew no one would help him up this time.
"That is not a good sign," said the Dumbledore look alike, "I think you should take us to this Dumbledore person straight away."
::Sorry for the slight tease there, and sorry its not a very action-packed chapter, we promise the next one will be better!!! Snoggage you ask?? Possibly XD::
