A/N: Hiya chums!! I am SO sorry for the long wait! I've just got back to
school and things have been a bit hectic, but it's alright now!!! Sorry
again, hope you enjoy!!! READ ON!! . . .
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A few seconds later, he felt himself slam into hard, cold ground. He kept his eyes shut; not wanting to see what was in front of him, or around him. There was no noise, no Dumbledore's voice calling to him, just silence. But a few moments later the silence was broken by a soft, terrible laugh.
Harry turned himself over onto his elbows, his face still screwed up against the pain emitting so immensely from his scar. He opened his eyes slowly, gasping, but only taking short, ragged breaths. Draco was standing there, slitted eyes gleaming, and his malicious smile still in place.
"Now this is better, Harry." He said in a voice quite unlike his own; it was cold, mirthless.
Harry looked around the room and saw that it was empty; and bare. The paint was cracked upon the crumbling walls and the windows were smashed and boarded up. The room looked dull, even sad to Harry; there was no furniture except for one tall armchair facing the empty, cobwebbed fireplace. The armchair triggered a memory in Harry's mind, from quite long ago, he remembered that exact chair. Yes, he had seen it in a dream, twice in fact; iciness flitted around his heart as he remembered who had been sitting in that chair. Voldemort. He tore his eyes away from the chair and set them upon Draco who had the same malicious sneer set upon his pale face.
"Please forgive me for the state of which my home is in, Harry." He flicked a speck of dust off of his robes, and looked around the cracked and splintered walls.
"You see, I have been in hiding here for the past three years, but I rather thought a change of scenery would be better for the headquarters of the Dark Order, considering Dumbledore would no doubt discover my whereabouts soon enough." He began to pace around the room, his footsteps echoing around the peeling walls.
"We thought somewhere more - how should I put it? - less obvious would be more suitable. So we moved to a more secure location, that of Number. 12. Grimmauld Place. Do you know that house, Harry?" he asked in mock surprise, seeing the expression of horror that passed over Harry's face.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. Grimmauld Place? But that was where everyone was; where Lupin and Tonks, and Moody and all of the members of the Order were! But if the Death Eaters had gone there, then Lupin and the others must all have been -
"Dead, Harry." Draco said softly, a thin smile curling his mouth. Harry felt very constricted of breath; a sudden iciness wrapped itself around his heart and he struggled to his feet, the corners of his eyes prickling slightly. He raised his head in disbelief. He's lying, Harry thought desperately. It's a trap, they're not dead. But somewhere, in the back of Harry's painful, throbbing mind, he knew he was wrong: how could they have survived against the Death Eaters? They would have been outnumbered, and Dumbledore wasn't with them, he was at Hogwarts. No! Harry's brain screamed at him, as he saw in his mind Lupin's kind, lined face, his eyes expressionless and empty. Please, God, no! He felt so helpless, as his scar seared with even more pain he couldn't think through the pain and the sadness. But Draco's soft chuckles enraged him, incensed his mind, his strength.
"Who are you?" he breathed, his eyes penetrating the deep, dark slits. He did not move his eyes, he did not fear Draco; he wanted to kill him, or whoever he was. He blinked the glazed layer away from his eyes, and concentrated on that face, no matter how much pain he had to endure. An insane grin splashed across Draco's face and his eyes flared.
"Come on, Potter," he laughed, stepping towards Harry and raising his wand. Harry did not move, he did not step away from him. He screwed up his eyes against the ever increasing pain in his forehead.
"Don't tell me you haven't worked it out yet? Who else would enjoy killing you this much? Who else would go to all lengths to see that your foolish name is stamped out and your pretty little face shattered?" The grin on his face was so wide now; it was frightening to watch him as he advanced towards Harry. He raised his voice so that he spoke, loudly and powerfully and it echoed around the room in a chorus of vindictive pleasure.
"Who else, Harry, has wanted to rip you limb from limb since the day you were born?! ME! Yes, Harry! Lord Voldemort, the only wizard who has been feared by all, who has risen so far above the Dark Order! Me." He let out a long, satisfied sigh and stepped even closer to Harry. Harry could feel his breath upon his face; feel the pleasure rising off of Malfoy. He felt something pointed pushing softly into his stomach; he looked down and saw Draco's wand clasped tightly in his fingers, pressing into Harry. He looked back up at Draco, searching for an answer; but not pleading, he would not beg for mercy. He would fight. He couldn't stand it anymore, he wasn't going to just stand there and eventually die of the terrible pain he was feeling.
In one swift movement, Harry threw himself into Draco, knocking them both to the floor. He wrestled on top of him then started punching him, kicking him, scratching him; hurting him. He wanted to hurt him so much. He shoved his arm roughly against Draco's throat and held it there, gasping as his scar burnt as though it was alight. Malfoy's face had gone rather red but he wasn't gasping or trying to push Harry off, he just laughed, spluttering slightly. Harry couldn't stand it. He took his arm away and grabbed Draco's collar, and yanked at it.
Suddenly, Harry felt a force as strong as a ferocious wind hit his stomach. He couldn't breathe, he was totally winded. His head was spinning. He was launched off of the floor and thrown through the air until he hit the hard, splintery wall; he fell to the floor with a soft thump, barely conscious. Death would have been the aid he wanted, he needed. He didn't want to feel this pain anymore, he wanted it to vanish, he wanted his life to vanish. He saw a foot come out of nowhere and collide with his face. He blinked the blood out of his eyes and squinted at Draco's outline, looming over him. He was picked up and thrown against the cracking wall once more, blood leaking from a cut on his lip.
"I know, I know, Harry. Pain hurts doesn't it?" Harry's head lolled thickly around his shoulder, and he rested it against his chest. No more, he thought. Please, no more. He heard footsteps quickly approaching and he raised his head to look at the blonde hair, and pointed features. Draco tilted his head slightly.
"I must look different to when we last met, Harry." He sneered.
"I must admit, I do feel strange in a different body, especially one of a child's." Harry felt the anger rising in him again. He propped himself up, and stared hard into Draco's eyes.
"It looks better," he said, smiling grimly slightly through the pain. The smallest of frowns passed over Draco's face as he surveyed Harry with narrowed eyes.
"You look more human, less hideous." Harry laughed slightly, seeing the look of anger blotching Draco's cheeks. Draco raised his wand in a flash.
"I think we'd better go somewhere else, Potter," he spat, repulsion on his face. He lent down and pulled Harry to his feet with strangely powerful hands.
"No doubt Dumbledore will be here soon, but I have a better plan. Oh, yes, not even he can save you now - " He suddenly jerked Harry's head back by his hair and Harry felt his cold face lean towards him. Draco inhaled the smell of Harry's hair then lent even closer, touching his cheek with his face.
"How long I have wanted this, Potter, you will never understand. My Death Eater's call it my obsession, but it is more than that, so much more. . . if only you could see, if only you could know. . .Harry flinched and clenched his eyes shut as a foot thumped into his back, he could feel the bruise rising already.
"Right then, Harry!" he hissed, his cold eyes flaming once more. He raised his wand into the air and yelled a few words to it, and then Harry saw the blinding white light once more and fell towards it.
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Well? Sorry again for such a long wait!! Thanks for all my reviews!! Keep reviewing and I'll keep writing!! Thanks ever so much! Review please!! I'd really appreciate it!! Thanks!! Luvs Helma
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A few seconds later, he felt himself slam into hard, cold ground. He kept his eyes shut; not wanting to see what was in front of him, or around him. There was no noise, no Dumbledore's voice calling to him, just silence. But a few moments later the silence was broken by a soft, terrible laugh.
Harry turned himself over onto his elbows, his face still screwed up against the pain emitting so immensely from his scar. He opened his eyes slowly, gasping, but only taking short, ragged breaths. Draco was standing there, slitted eyes gleaming, and his malicious smile still in place.
"Now this is better, Harry." He said in a voice quite unlike his own; it was cold, mirthless.
Harry looked around the room and saw that it was empty; and bare. The paint was cracked upon the crumbling walls and the windows were smashed and boarded up. The room looked dull, even sad to Harry; there was no furniture except for one tall armchair facing the empty, cobwebbed fireplace. The armchair triggered a memory in Harry's mind, from quite long ago, he remembered that exact chair. Yes, he had seen it in a dream, twice in fact; iciness flitted around his heart as he remembered who had been sitting in that chair. Voldemort. He tore his eyes away from the chair and set them upon Draco who had the same malicious sneer set upon his pale face.
"Please forgive me for the state of which my home is in, Harry." He flicked a speck of dust off of his robes, and looked around the cracked and splintered walls.
"You see, I have been in hiding here for the past three years, but I rather thought a change of scenery would be better for the headquarters of the Dark Order, considering Dumbledore would no doubt discover my whereabouts soon enough." He began to pace around the room, his footsteps echoing around the peeling walls.
"We thought somewhere more - how should I put it? - less obvious would be more suitable. So we moved to a more secure location, that of Number. 12. Grimmauld Place. Do you know that house, Harry?" he asked in mock surprise, seeing the expression of horror that passed over Harry's face.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. Grimmauld Place? But that was where everyone was; where Lupin and Tonks, and Moody and all of the members of the Order were! But if the Death Eaters had gone there, then Lupin and the others must all have been -
"Dead, Harry." Draco said softly, a thin smile curling his mouth. Harry felt very constricted of breath; a sudden iciness wrapped itself around his heart and he struggled to his feet, the corners of his eyes prickling slightly. He raised his head in disbelief. He's lying, Harry thought desperately. It's a trap, they're not dead. But somewhere, in the back of Harry's painful, throbbing mind, he knew he was wrong: how could they have survived against the Death Eaters? They would have been outnumbered, and Dumbledore wasn't with them, he was at Hogwarts. No! Harry's brain screamed at him, as he saw in his mind Lupin's kind, lined face, his eyes expressionless and empty. Please, God, no! He felt so helpless, as his scar seared with even more pain he couldn't think through the pain and the sadness. But Draco's soft chuckles enraged him, incensed his mind, his strength.
"Who are you?" he breathed, his eyes penetrating the deep, dark slits. He did not move his eyes, he did not fear Draco; he wanted to kill him, or whoever he was. He blinked the glazed layer away from his eyes, and concentrated on that face, no matter how much pain he had to endure. An insane grin splashed across Draco's face and his eyes flared.
"Come on, Potter," he laughed, stepping towards Harry and raising his wand. Harry did not move, he did not step away from him. He screwed up his eyes against the ever increasing pain in his forehead.
"Don't tell me you haven't worked it out yet? Who else would enjoy killing you this much? Who else would go to all lengths to see that your foolish name is stamped out and your pretty little face shattered?" The grin on his face was so wide now; it was frightening to watch him as he advanced towards Harry. He raised his voice so that he spoke, loudly and powerfully and it echoed around the room in a chorus of vindictive pleasure.
"Who else, Harry, has wanted to rip you limb from limb since the day you were born?! ME! Yes, Harry! Lord Voldemort, the only wizard who has been feared by all, who has risen so far above the Dark Order! Me." He let out a long, satisfied sigh and stepped even closer to Harry. Harry could feel his breath upon his face; feel the pleasure rising off of Malfoy. He felt something pointed pushing softly into his stomach; he looked down and saw Draco's wand clasped tightly in his fingers, pressing into Harry. He looked back up at Draco, searching for an answer; but not pleading, he would not beg for mercy. He would fight. He couldn't stand it anymore, he wasn't going to just stand there and eventually die of the terrible pain he was feeling.
In one swift movement, Harry threw himself into Draco, knocking them both to the floor. He wrestled on top of him then started punching him, kicking him, scratching him; hurting him. He wanted to hurt him so much. He shoved his arm roughly against Draco's throat and held it there, gasping as his scar burnt as though it was alight. Malfoy's face had gone rather red but he wasn't gasping or trying to push Harry off, he just laughed, spluttering slightly. Harry couldn't stand it. He took his arm away and grabbed Draco's collar, and yanked at it.
Suddenly, Harry felt a force as strong as a ferocious wind hit his stomach. He couldn't breathe, he was totally winded. His head was spinning. He was launched off of the floor and thrown through the air until he hit the hard, splintery wall; he fell to the floor with a soft thump, barely conscious. Death would have been the aid he wanted, he needed. He didn't want to feel this pain anymore, he wanted it to vanish, he wanted his life to vanish. He saw a foot come out of nowhere and collide with his face. He blinked the blood out of his eyes and squinted at Draco's outline, looming over him. He was picked up and thrown against the cracking wall once more, blood leaking from a cut on his lip.
"I know, I know, Harry. Pain hurts doesn't it?" Harry's head lolled thickly around his shoulder, and he rested it against his chest. No more, he thought. Please, no more. He heard footsteps quickly approaching and he raised his head to look at the blonde hair, and pointed features. Draco tilted his head slightly.
"I must look different to when we last met, Harry." He sneered.
"I must admit, I do feel strange in a different body, especially one of a child's." Harry felt the anger rising in him again. He propped himself up, and stared hard into Draco's eyes.
"It looks better," he said, smiling grimly slightly through the pain. The smallest of frowns passed over Draco's face as he surveyed Harry with narrowed eyes.
"You look more human, less hideous." Harry laughed slightly, seeing the look of anger blotching Draco's cheeks. Draco raised his wand in a flash.
"I think we'd better go somewhere else, Potter," he spat, repulsion on his face. He lent down and pulled Harry to his feet with strangely powerful hands.
"No doubt Dumbledore will be here soon, but I have a better plan. Oh, yes, not even he can save you now - " He suddenly jerked Harry's head back by his hair and Harry felt his cold face lean towards him. Draco inhaled the smell of Harry's hair then lent even closer, touching his cheek with his face.
"How long I have wanted this, Potter, you will never understand. My Death Eater's call it my obsession, but it is more than that, so much more. . . if only you could see, if only you could know. . .Harry flinched and clenched his eyes shut as a foot thumped into his back, he could feel the bruise rising already.
"Right then, Harry!" he hissed, his cold eyes flaming once more. He raised his wand into the air and yelled a few words to it, and then Harry saw the blinding white light once more and fell towards it.
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Well? Sorry again for such a long wait!! Thanks for all my reviews!! Keep reviewing and I'll keep writing!! Thanks ever so much! Review please!! I'd really appreciate it!! Thanks!! Luvs Helma
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