Chapter 14
Harry froze in his seat.
"What do you mean, she's not there?" he asked.
"Exactly what I just told you, she's. not. there." Alexa replied, annoyance clearly visible on her face.
"Well then where is she Lex?"
"Why in the name of all that is holy would I run in here screaming about how Eliza's gone missing and how she's not where she's supposed to be if I knew where she was?!" Alexa shouted, obviously not in the mood for Harry's game of 21 questions.
"Does Madame Pomfrey know that she's gone?" Ron asked, attempting to be helpful.
Alexa nodded and relayed her story to them.
She had been going down to check on Eliza just after she heard that she was in the infirmary when there was a flash of light, a startled cry and then, nothing. She rushed in and went straight to where Eliza had earlier been laid and found nothing but blankets and an old tattered book which she described as something that belonged in the restricted section of the library. She immediately rushed to Madame Pomfrey who then rushed off to tell Dumbledore.
Harry didn't believe it. He couldn't believe it. What would anyone want with Eliza? What was so important about her than required kidnapping?
He stood up quietly and headed for the portrait and immediately began his journey to the hospital wing. This had to be some kind of joke.
But the closer he got to the infirmary the more he dreaded what he might find there. He couldn't help but think it was somehow his fault. He had been the one to take Eliza to the infirmary to begin with, now she could quite possibly be in danger because of it.
And what if Voldemort knew that Eliza was now a close friend of his? Would he use her to try to get to him? Harry shuddered and the thought as he approached the hospital wing entrance. Taking a deep breath he opened the doors.
Looking towards the bed where he had earlier placed Eliza he now found another figure standing over the bed looking at the old tattered book Alexa had mentioned earlier.
"Malfoy. What are you doing here?" Harry eyed Draco carefully, taking everything in.
"Just looking for a date." Draco replied easily as he tossed the book back onto the bed, "Wouldn't happen to know where Dishque is now, would you? Since you're so involved with her and everything." Draco gave a lazy grin and leaned against the wall next to the bed.
"No Malfoy, I don't know where she is, but I think you might." Harry said, hoping that Draco might have some clue and help him find Eliza.
Draco Malfoy. Help him? Ha.
Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously as he took this in.
"What kind of wizard do you think I am, Potter?" he hissed.
"Must I answer that?"
"No, now cut the crap. Where's Dishque?" Draco asked yet again.
"Alexa said she's missing." Harry's eyes darted around looking for any clue to where she might have gotten off too.
"Oh those silly girls and their games. When will they learn that Hide 'n Go Seek is a first years game?"
"Sod off, Malfoy." Harry said, giving a dirty gesture in his general direction but not off setting Draco in the slightest.
"Oh, really Potter, I'm wounded. Deeply. So you're not kidding, she is missing?"
"Why would I lie about something like that?"
"Oh I don't know. Maybe just because you're little girlfriend is secretly enthralled with me and can't wait to take me back home to her muggle parents and do what she really wants to do with me." Draco smirked and gave a not so charming wink that set Harry over the edge.
He lunged for Draco but before he could get that far a voice sounded behind him.
"Misters Potter and Malfoy," Harry stopped mid swing and turned to face his headmaster.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore?" He said, looking quite embarrassed at almost being caught fighting by the head of the school. But Dumbledore did not even begin to take this into consideration.
"I assume you're both searching out the young Ms. Eliza Dishque?" He asked with a knowing smile. Both boys nodded.
"There are some things I wish to discuss with you Harry. If you would come with me. Mister Malfoy, if you would be patient, we will alert you as soon as news develops on the whereabouts of Ms. Dishque."
Draco nodded once again and with one final glare at Harry, made a quick exit from the room.
"Now, this way Mr. Potter, much is to be said."
Harry froze in his seat.
"What do you mean, she's not there?" he asked.
"Exactly what I just told you, she's. not. there." Alexa replied, annoyance clearly visible on her face.
"Well then where is she Lex?"
"Why in the name of all that is holy would I run in here screaming about how Eliza's gone missing and how she's not where she's supposed to be if I knew where she was?!" Alexa shouted, obviously not in the mood for Harry's game of 21 questions.
"Does Madame Pomfrey know that she's gone?" Ron asked, attempting to be helpful.
Alexa nodded and relayed her story to them.
She had been going down to check on Eliza just after she heard that she was in the infirmary when there was a flash of light, a startled cry and then, nothing. She rushed in and went straight to where Eliza had earlier been laid and found nothing but blankets and an old tattered book which she described as something that belonged in the restricted section of the library. She immediately rushed to Madame Pomfrey who then rushed off to tell Dumbledore.
Harry didn't believe it. He couldn't believe it. What would anyone want with Eliza? What was so important about her than required kidnapping?
He stood up quietly and headed for the portrait and immediately began his journey to the hospital wing. This had to be some kind of joke.
But the closer he got to the infirmary the more he dreaded what he might find there. He couldn't help but think it was somehow his fault. He had been the one to take Eliza to the infirmary to begin with, now she could quite possibly be in danger because of it.
And what if Voldemort knew that Eliza was now a close friend of his? Would he use her to try to get to him? Harry shuddered and the thought as he approached the hospital wing entrance. Taking a deep breath he opened the doors.
Looking towards the bed where he had earlier placed Eliza he now found another figure standing over the bed looking at the old tattered book Alexa had mentioned earlier.
"Malfoy. What are you doing here?" Harry eyed Draco carefully, taking everything in.
"Just looking for a date." Draco replied easily as he tossed the book back onto the bed, "Wouldn't happen to know where Dishque is now, would you? Since you're so involved with her and everything." Draco gave a lazy grin and leaned against the wall next to the bed.
"No Malfoy, I don't know where she is, but I think you might." Harry said, hoping that Draco might have some clue and help him find Eliza.
Draco Malfoy. Help him? Ha.
Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously as he took this in.
"What kind of wizard do you think I am, Potter?" he hissed.
"Must I answer that?"
"No, now cut the crap. Where's Dishque?" Draco asked yet again.
"Alexa said she's missing." Harry's eyes darted around looking for any clue to where she might have gotten off too.
"Oh those silly girls and their games. When will they learn that Hide 'n Go Seek is a first years game?"
"Sod off, Malfoy." Harry said, giving a dirty gesture in his general direction but not off setting Draco in the slightest.
"Oh, really Potter, I'm wounded. Deeply. So you're not kidding, she is missing?"
"Why would I lie about something like that?"
"Oh I don't know. Maybe just because you're little girlfriend is secretly enthralled with me and can't wait to take me back home to her muggle parents and do what she really wants to do with me." Draco smirked and gave a not so charming wink that set Harry over the edge.
He lunged for Draco but before he could get that far a voice sounded behind him.
"Misters Potter and Malfoy," Harry stopped mid swing and turned to face his headmaster.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore?" He said, looking quite embarrassed at almost being caught fighting by the head of the school. But Dumbledore did not even begin to take this into consideration.
"I assume you're both searching out the young Ms. Eliza Dishque?" He asked with a knowing smile. Both boys nodded.
"There are some things I wish to discuss with you Harry. If you would come with me. Mister Malfoy, if you would be patient, we will alert you as soon as news develops on the whereabouts of Ms. Dishque."
Draco nodded once again and with one final glare at Harry, made a quick exit from the room.
"Now, this way Mr. Potter, much is to be said."