POTTY WEE POTTER
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 12
Silence had crept upon them. No one had spoke for nearly an hour, but then they had been in the dungeon together now for eight days. Harry sat at the back. Slowly spinning his wand around his fingers as he gazed into space. How long would they have to stay ? His eyes suddenly moved from one friend to another as they always did during long silences. Luna was writing in her journal, her quill (a glowing red pen that reminded Harry of a certain pet bird) bounced up and down with excitement. It was the only thing, apart from Harry's wand that was moving. Hermione and Ron lay on their backs arm in arm on a blanket while Neville glanced at a rare plants book that he had found in a store cupboard, he moved only to turn the pages. Ginny slept.
Suddenly Harry -wanted- something to happen. The rotting wood door to burst open and a thousand death eaters to pile in. A battle to kill of his boredom. But he forced the idea from his head. Not at the risk of losing his friends. He tilted his head to watch Ginny as he slid his wand back into his pocket. How peaceful she seemed. But little did he know her peacefulness would soon be shattered.
~*~*~
Draco Malfoy's face was filled with pure menace as he reached the man in charge. With Harry's inside man, a round fellow named Barney, killed nothing could stop his plan. He walked straight into the office stopping only to drop his cane next to the hat-rack.
"Do you have an appointment ?" The short aging man in the chair asked. His eyes were weary yet powerfully green and he wore a long grey wizards robe rather than the tradition uniforms for the department for the criminally insane. Draco glanced down at the plaque. Roland Cobblestone was his name.
"I'm afraid I do not Mr Cobblestone," Draco said in a voice filled with pantomime terror, "But it cannot wait." Roland's eyebrows raised slightly and at that Draco suddenly remembered the stolen file of a one Harry Potter. "It's just that," Draco continued, "A patient here, Harry Potter, has escaped and I fear he plans to kill all his close friends." A plan if had ever thought of one, Draco's head whispered to him.
"And what makes you think this ?" Ronald asked, suddenly sliding a pair off thick lenses glasses from his top draw and making his way over to the filing cabinet.
"I saw him, I saw him lead his friends into Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry." The look on Roland's face changed from curiosity to fear. Multiple reasons flew through Draco's head. Maybe he has a grandson there or one of the teachers is his son or he just fears for the life's of the children. Whatever it was he convinced and in a sudden CRACK he apperated from the room.
Draco smiled. Any minute now the assassin will arrive. Potters friends will be murdered and then he could frame Potter for their deaths. Draco slowly sat down as the head of the department for the criminally insane appeared in front of him, a group of six employees at his side.
"We have no time to lose."
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 12
Silence had crept upon them. No one had spoke for nearly an hour, but then they had been in the dungeon together now for eight days. Harry sat at the back. Slowly spinning his wand around his fingers as he gazed into space. How long would they have to stay ? His eyes suddenly moved from one friend to another as they always did during long silences. Luna was writing in her journal, her quill (a glowing red pen that reminded Harry of a certain pet bird) bounced up and down with excitement. It was the only thing, apart from Harry's wand that was moving. Hermione and Ron lay on their backs arm in arm on a blanket while Neville glanced at a rare plants book that he had found in a store cupboard, he moved only to turn the pages. Ginny slept.
Suddenly Harry -wanted- something to happen. The rotting wood door to burst open and a thousand death eaters to pile in. A battle to kill of his boredom. But he forced the idea from his head. Not at the risk of losing his friends. He tilted his head to watch Ginny as he slid his wand back into his pocket. How peaceful she seemed. But little did he know her peacefulness would soon be shattered.
~*~*~
Draco Malfoy's face was filled with pure menace as he reached the man in charge. With Harry's inside man, a round fellow named Barney, killed nothing could stop his plan. He walked straight into the office stopping only to drop his cane next to the hat-rack.
"Do you have an appointment ?" The short aging man in the chair asked. His eyes were weary yet powerfully green and he wore a long grey wizards robe rather than the tradition uniforms for the department for the criminally insane. Draco glanced down at the plaque. Roland Cobblestone was his name.
"I'm afraid I do not Mr Cobblestone," Draco said in a voice filled with pantomime terror, "But it cannot wait." Roland's eyebrows raised slightly and at that Draco suddenly remembered the stolen file of a one Harry Potter. "It's just that," Draco continued, "A patient here, Harry Potter, has escaped and I fear he plans to kill all his close friends." A plan if had ever thought of one, Draco's head whispered to him.
"And what makes you think this ?" Ronald asked, suddenly sliding a pair off thick lenses glasses from his top draw and making his way over to the filing cabinet.
"I saw him, I saw him lead his friends into Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry." The look on Roland's face changed from curiosity to fear. Multiple reasons flew through Draco's head. Maybe he has a grandson there or one of the teachers is his son or he just fears for the life's of the children. Whatever it was he convinced and in a sudden CRACK he apperated from the room.
Draco smiled. Any minute now the assassin will arrive. Potters friends will be murdered and then he could frame Potter for their deaths. Draco slowly sat down as the head of the department for the criminally insane appeared in front of him, a group of six employees at his side.
"We have no time to lose."