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Summary: A Muggle field trip to London? Who thought that idea up?
Author: Fading101
A/N: Ok this is a slash fic, so you're warned. Don't like it. Go. I do not mind, truly. But for those people who like slash. Enjoy. And remember to review. And if u want to flame. Do. I find them deeply amusing. People who read stories they don't like Rolls eyes Dearie me. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I want to be better:)
This is dedicated to my friend Ka. Who is addicted to slash fics.
In this chapter Harry and Draco find that someone is looking for them. (Guess who?) And he's using the muggles help, also another character comes into play.
It's a lot more serious than all of the others, but Harry is very.um...uncomfortable? With the night before. I think you know what I mean.
Well what you reading this for? ENJOY! :)
PS. I don't know whether some of you understood this, but the whole thing with the compost heap? I said that. Soo.. Bites lip.
Chapter 4
Day 4, Part 1: Morning.
Waking up Harry suddenly knew what Snape meant. Painfully he opened his eyes to see Draco standing over him. He looked worse for well, but Harry felt far worse that what Draco looked.
"Get up." Harry tried to roll over but ended up just falling off the bed. He heard Draco sigh.
"Merlin. Come on Harry wake up!"
"I can't hear you." Harry mumbled muted because he was taking into a blanket. "Go away." There was a knock on the door, and Harry guessed that Draco had answered it because he hear Hermiones voice calling to him.
"Harry, Harry, are you okay. You look terrible." She paused. "Why have you fallen off of the bed?"
Harry groaned.
"Are you feeling alright Harry?"
"No. I don't. Leave me alone."
"Okay. Go back to bed. I'll go and tell Professors McGonangal and Snape." Hermione said.
"Um, I wouldn't do that if I were you. Snape already knows."
"Oh you've told him?"
"Not exactly."
"Is he up yet." Snape said. Harry guessed he was in the doorway. Slowly he turned his head so that he could see. But soon buried himself into the pillows again.
"Um. no Professor." Draco said.
"Sir, he's not exactly feeling too great today. I was just going to let him go to bed. Don't you think that would be for the best?"
"I certainly do not. It's Potters own fault that he is ill. It's the body's punishment."
"Now Professor." Hermione started.
"It's what you get for drinking Potter. Part of our agreement was that you would have to act like it was any normal day. This means getting up. No excuses."
Slowly, when Snape had gone, Harry appeared from the blankets.
"You got drunk?" Hermione ordered. "Harry. This is so unlike you. Why?"
Harry shrugged. "Go. Please I want to get dressed. You heard what Snape said. Any normal day. Means, getting dressed. I doubt people would be pleased if I walked around in my pyjamas."
Sighing and giving him a harsh looked that would make McGonagal run for her money, she left the room.
"How are you?" Draco asked. Harry out his hand to his temples.
"My brain should not be pulsing, this is not natural."
"It's called a Hangover Harry. Get used to it. We'll get some aspirin when we're out. Now." He threw Harry his jeans and shirt. "Get dressed."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was with a great deal of effort did Draco get Harry down stairs to the breakfast table. He took one look at Rons pancakes ladled with maple syrup when he went running to the bathroom clamping his hand to his mouth.
Ron pointed at Harry running with a bemused expression, and herminone tutted. "He's got a hangover." She said shaking her head with disgusrt. Ron merely laughed.
"He got drunk, why?" ghe asked. Draco shook his head.
"Seemed a good idea at the time I guess. Snape wasn't too happy." His face darkened.
"Snape caught you and you're still alive?" Ron asked amazed.
Harry returned and he had heard what Ron had said. "He's still killing me, just in a different way. He's put a charm on our wands so we can't do a hangover cure thing. Not like I knew anyhow. Muggle methods will just have suffice."
"And serve you right." Hermione said. "Getting drunk indeed, at your age. How did you buy it any how, you're underage."
"A really stupid muggle." Harry said, looking at an orange juice that Draco had poured for him. "I don't think I should risk it." He pushed it away.
Ron leaned forward. "Any juicy details I should know about?" He asked, Draco decided that he was spending way too much time with Hermione.
"I don't think I can remember." Harry mumbled putting his head on the table. "My head is killing me."
Draco tried not to look shocked. Had he really forgotten what had happened last night or was he just pretending so that he didn't feel compelled to tell them? Draco remembered a certain embarrassing thing though. If Harry remembered that he certainly would remember kissing him.
He giggled under his hand. "He called Professor Snape, 'Sev' and even worse; 'Sevvie'" he rubbed his hands in glee, "Got me self some good black mail there."
"Don't we all." Ron breathed in awe.
"You didn't really call Professor Snape that, did you?" Hermione asked. "Malfoy here is just joking."
Harry lifted his head up and looked blearily into his friends' eyes. "Tell no one. Let that secret //die// with you."
"There was also something about a compost heap." Draco mused putting his hand to his chin.
Harry tried to hit him on the head, but missed.
They decided to go some where a bit closer, so that they only had to walk. But soon found that there was nothing really to do where they were. The hotel wasn't by anywhere special. So they got a tube again to Oxford circle. Harry just made it, and went to the nearest chemist, and asked the pharmacist for the strongest hangover cure. Draco just laughed at the confused look on the young girl. Her eyes flickered up to Harry's scar and widened.
It was strange, though Harry didn't notice it. All too used to it. Draco did. She was a muggle. Maybe a sibling was a muggleborn. But the strangest thing happened when they were just about to leave. She turned to her friend and Draco heard her mutter. "What a //sad// kid. Painting that scar on his head and every thing."
Harry hadn't heard and Draco was not in a mood really to share that piece of information.
Unfortunately they had to go back in because this miracle cure needed to be dissolved in water and he had to buy a drink. The girl was giggling and it was obviously got on Harry nerves. "I don't mean to intrude if it's a private joke. But what's so funny?"
"Do you want to be mistaken for him or something."
Draco sighed and turned to face to see-through door. On a billboard he saw it. A Photo of Harry that showed his scar in detail written on it was;
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY? NAME: HARRY POTTER. IF YOU HAVE, PLEASE CALL THIS NUMBER.. (REWARD OFFERED TO THAT WHO GIVES CRUCIAL EVIDENCE OF WHEREABOUTS)
Luckily it was a different photo, when he was younger perhaps in first year. Draco ran to Harry and tugged on his shirt.
"What d'you want?" He asked. Draco found that he couldn't say anything. All he did was point blindly at the poster. Harry turned. "Holy Fuck!" He yelled. A mother with a young child looked at him with disbelief. "What the fuck am I going to do? The fucking bastard!"
"Excuse me young man." She said.
"What the wanker forgot to put was; yes I killed his parents when he was a baby, and now I want to finish him off and take over the world! The fucking bastard!"
Draco smiled nervously at the woman who was, well, if looks could kill. "Sorry ma'am for my friends um colourful vocabulary. But you see that billboard?" she nodded. "Well that's him."
"Draco! Shut up!" Harry yelled at him.. "Oh I see, back to you old tricks. I thought that he killed your mother."
Draco's face fell. "How do you know that?" Harry waved his hand impatiently.
"It doesn't matter." He said. "All I know is that Voldemort is after me and telling people who I am! There's a reward offered to the person who gets me!"
"But you didn't do any thing wrong. You're not dangerous and have committed no crime. If they know that nothing will be done about it."
Harry breathed deep breaths, but it didn't work, he still collapsed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry woke up in a brightly-lit room; it hurt his eyes and head for some reason. His head was spinning and he felt sick.
"Urgh," He moaned trying to roll over. "Not the hospital wing //again//"
"No Harry, you're in a chemist, you fainted." That was Draco Malfoy's voice. What was he doing here?
Then he remembered. He trip, Draco, the alcohol and that billboard. Bolting up right Harry gasped, it wasn't a good idea as his stomach churned even more.
"What?" He asked, looking around him. People were standing all around him wondering what to do.
"Should I call an ambulance." Said a man that Uncle Vernon would have called a YUPPIE.
"No, it's fine, Sir. Harry here will be all right." Draco said. "Get up."
"My head hurts."
"I know, called a hangover." Harry nodded, explained quite a lot. "We've got to go. Voldemort. Somebody actually //called// that number." Harry followed Draco's eyes to a man in the corner. He was bound and tied, he was a middle aged balding man in a tweed suit. For some reason Harry was reminded of Wormtail.
Harry nodded, but he walked over to the man. "Why?" he asked. "You won't get any reward you do know that." The man struggled and Harry undid his gag.
"Harry." Draco, warned. Harry silenced him with a glare before turning to the man before him.
"Why?" he asked again.
"Because."
"Look into my eyes." The man did so. "My name is Harry James Potter, I'm fifteen years old, born on July thirty-first 1980. My parents, James Potter and Lily Evans, were murdered when I was one, by the very same man that you have just called, so that he can finish me off as well." Harry stood up. "Remember that." He turned to Draco. "OK, lets go."
The two of them were running, down the stairs to the tube station. And cought the first train out of there. Didn't care where it went. As long as they were far away from that chemist. A long tube ride later (Harry no longer felt sick as the adrenaline kicked in, the ended up in an extremely impressive looking station. Up the escalator there were tower blocks, offices.
"Where are we?" Harry asked.
"Canary Warf." Draco answered.
"What's here?"
"Offices. Just fancy buildings, oh and there's a garden that in the summer plays bands."
"It's the middle of January." Harry answered. "We're not here for a social visit. We've got to get back to school some how. Merlin. Or at least find a wizard that we know." Harry slumped down onto a bench.
They seemed to be in that garden that Draco was talking about. Sitting on the grass sat a man that wore baggy jeans a olive green hooddy and a long leather coat that would fall to his ankles if he were standing up. Hi light brown hair looked oddly familiar. Harry shook hi head and tried to think what to do.
"I wish I knew more people." Harry moaned. "Every one knows me, but I don't them, it's very off putting. If I saw someone I knew then it would be so much easier."
His eyes wandered skyward to another billboard, which had the sign as the one at the chemist.
"Ok, keep calm." He breathed to himself. He covered his scar with his fringe some more, easier said then done.
The man on the grass also looked up and saw the poster. He cursed loudly. He did look very familiar. Standing up, Harry got a better look.
It was Lupin.
Harry jumped up and ran over to him. "Professor?" He whispered urgently.
Lupin looked at Harry. "Hello." He said. A split second later. "Holy crap you're Harry.
"Professor?" Harry asked.
"Harry, what are you doing here?"
Harry waved his hand impatiently. "School trip. Dumbledores insane idea. You have to help. "He pointed up to the billboard. Lupin to Harry surprise, chuckled.
"Looks as though you're quite the celebrity, Harry."
"Ha ha. I'm here with Malfoy."
"Yes, I heard what happened. My apologies Draco."
Harry turned around. There he was. He nodded at his former Professor. "Well we saw the poster, and I kinda panicked, and he told every one that it was me, so some one phoned."
Lupin sighed, and glared at Draco.
"I thought that if people knew that he wasn't dangerous they wouldn't phone!"
"God on paper not in reality MR Malfoy." Lupin said.
"Professor. You've got to help." Harry pleaded.
"It's Remus Harry. And my house is just around the corner."
"I'm afraid that, that won't be needed Lupin."
Harry turned around. There stood around twenty men.
Death Eaters.
A/N: Phew! That was a killer to write, my friend had to get me writing (Thanx Hunter you're a Fallen Angel!) sorry about the cliffhanger. But I thought it a good place to end. Now, REVIEW!!! I want this story to get over a hundred. And well they're only in London for a week!
Summary: A Muggle field trip to London? Who thought that idea up?
Author: Fading101
A/N: Ok this is a slash fic, so you're warned. Don't like it. Go. I do not mind, truly. But for those people who like slash. Enjoy. And remember to review. And if u want to flame. Do. I find them deeply amusing. People who read stories they don't like Rolls eyes Dearie me. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I want to be better:)
This is dedicated to my friend Ka. Who is addicted to slash fics.
In this chapter Harry and Draco find that someone is looking for them. (Guess who?) And he's using the muggles help, also another character comes into play.
It's a lot more serious than all of the others, but Harry is very.um...uncomfortable? With the night before. I think you know what I mean.
Well what you reading this for? ENJOY! :)
PS. I don't know whether some of you understood this, but the whole thing with the compost heap? I said that. Soo.. Bites lip.
Chapter 4
Day 4, Part 1: Morning.
Waking up Harry suddenly knew what Snape meant. Painfully he opened his eyes to see Draco standing over him. He looked worse for well, but Harry felt far worse that what Draco looked.
"Get up." Harry tried to roll over but ended up just falling off the bed. He heard Draco sigh.
"Merlin. Come on Harry wake up!"
"I can't hear you." Harry mumbled muted because he was taking into a blanket. "Go away." There was a knock on the door, and Harry guessed that Draco had answered it because he hear Hermiones voice calling to him.
"Harry, Harry, are you okay. You look terrible." She paused. "Why have you fallen off of the bed?"
Harry groaned.
"Are you feeling alright Harry?"
"No. I don't. Leave me alone."
"Okay. Go back to bed. I'll go and tell Professors McGonangal and Snape." Hermione said.
"Um, I wouldn't do that if I were you. Snape already knows."
"Oh you've told him?"
"Not exactly."
"Is he up yet." Snape said. Harry guessed he was in the doorway. Slowly he turned his head so that he could see. But soon buried himself into the pillows again.
"Um. no Professor." Draco said.
"Sir, he's not exactly feeling too great today. I was just going to let him go to bed. Don't you think that would be for the best?"
"I certainly do not. It's Potters own fault that he is ill. It's the body's punishment."
"Now Professor." Hermione started.
"It's what you get for drinking Potter. Part of our agreement was that you would have to act like it was any normal day. This means getting up. No excuses."
Slowly, when Snape had gone, Harry appeared from the blankets.
"You got drunk?" Hermione ordered. "Harry. This is so unlike you. Why?"
Harry shrugged. "Go. Please I want to get dressed. You heard what Snape said. Any normal day. Means, getting dressed. I doubt people would be pleased if I walked around in my pyjamas."
Sighing and giving him a harsh looked that would make McGonagal run for her money, she left the room.
"How are you?" Draco asked. Harry out his hand to his temples.
"My brain should not be pulsing, this is not natural."
"It's called a Hangover Harry. Get used to it. We'll get some aspirin when we're out. Now." He threw Harry his jeans and shirt. "Get dressed."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was with a great deal of effort did Draco get Harry down stairs to the breakfast table. He took one look at Rons pancakes ladled with maple syrup when he went running to the bathroom clamping his hand to his mouth.
Ron pointed at Harry running with a bemused expression, and herminone tutted. "He's got a hangover." She said shaking her head with disgusrt. Ron merely laughed.
"He got drunk, why?" ghe asked. Draco shook his head.
"Seemed a good idea at the time I guess. Snape wasn't too happy." His face darkened.
"Snape caught you and you're still alive?" Ron asked amazed.
Harry returned and he had heard what Ron had said. "He's still killing me, just in a different way. He's put a charm on our wands so we can't do a hangover cure thing. Not like I knew anyhow. Muggle methods will just have suffice."
"And serve you right." Hermione said. "Getting drunk indeed, at your age. How did you buy it any how, you're underage."
"A really stupid muggle." Harry said, looking at an orange juice that Draco had poured for him. "I don't think I should risk it." He pushed it away.
Ron leaned forward. "Any juicy details I should know about?" He asked, Draco decided that he was spending way too much time with Hermione.
"I don't think I can remember." Harry mumbled putting his head on the table. "My head is killing me."
Draco tried not to look shocked. Had he really forgotten what had happened last night or was he just pretending so that he didn't feel compelled to tell them? Draco remembered a certain embarrassing thing though. If Harry remembered that he certainly would remember kissing him.
He giggled under his hand. "He called Professor Snape, 'Sev' and even worse; 'Sevvie'" he rubbed his hands in glee, "Got me self some good black mail there."
"Don't we all." Ron breathed in awe.
"You didn't really call Professor Snape that, did you?" Hermione asked. "Malfoy here is just joking."
Harry lifted his head up and looked blearily into his friends' eyes. "Tell no one. Let that secret //die// with you."
"There was also something about a compost heap." Draco mused putting his hand to his chin.
Harry tried to hit him on the head, but missed.
They decided to go some where a bit closer, so that they only had to walk. But soon found that there was nothing really to do where they were. The hotel wasn't by anywhere special. So they got a tube again to Oxford circle. Harry just made it, and went to the nearest chemist, and asked the pharmacist for the strongest hangover cure. Draco just laughed at the confused look on the young girl. Her eyes flickered up to Harry's scar and widened.
It was strange, though Harry didn't notice it. All too used to it. Draco did. She was a muggle. Maybe a sibling was a muggleborn. But the strangest thing happened when they were just about to leave. She turned to her friend and Draco heard her mutter. "What a //sad// kid. Painting that scar on his head and every thing."
Harry hadn't heard and Draco was not in a mood really to share that piece of information.
Unfortunately they had to go back in because this miracle cure needed to be dissolved in water and he had to buy a drink. The girl was giggling and it was obviously got on Harry nerves. "I don't mean to intrude if it's a private joke. But what's so funny?"
"Do you want to be mistaken for him or something."
Draco sighed and turned to face to see-through door. On a billboard he saw it. A Photo of Harry that showed his scar in detail written on it was;
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY? NAME: HARRY POTTER. IF YOU HAVE, PLEASE CALL THIS NUMBER.. (REWARD OFFERED TO THAT WHO GIVES CRUCIAL EVIDENCE OF WHEREABOUTS)
Luckily it was a different photo, when he was younger perhaps in first year. Draco ran to Harry and tugged on his shirt.
"What d'you want?" He asked. Draco found that he couldn't say anything. All he did was point blindly at the poster. Harry turned. "Holy Fuck!" He yelled. A mother with a young child looked at him with disbelief. "What the fuck am I going to do? The fucking bastard!"
"Excuse me young man." She said.
"What the wanker forgot to put was; yes I killed his parents when he was a baby, and now I want to finish him off and take over the world! The fucking bastard!"
Draco smiled nervously at the woman who was, well, if looks could kill. "Sorry ma'am for my friends um colourful vocabulary. But you see that billboard?" she nodded. "Well that's him."
"Draco! Shut up!" Harry yelled at him.. "Oh I see, back to you old tricks. I thought that he killed your mother."
Draco's face fell. "How do you know that?" Harry waved his hand impatiently.
"It doesn't matter." He said. "All I know is that Voldemort is after me and telling people who I am! There's a reward offered to the person who gets me!"
"But you didn't do any thing wrong. You're not dangerous and have committed no crime. If they know that nothing will be done about it."
Harry breathed deep breaths, but it didn't work, he still collapsed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry woke up in a brightly-lit room; it hurt his eyes and head for some reason. His head was spinning and he felt sick.
"Urgh," He moaned trying to roll over. "Not the hospital wing //again//"
"No Harry, you're in a chemist, you fainted." That was Draco Malfoy's voice. What was he doing here?
Then he remembered. He trip, Draco, the alcohol and that billboard. Bolting up right Harry gasped, it wasn't a good idea as his stomach churned even more.
"What?" He asked, looking around him. People were standing all around him wondering what to do.
"Should I call an ambulance." Said a man that Uncle Vernon would have called a YUPPIE.
"No, it's fine, Sir. Harry here will be all right." Draco said. "Get up."
"My head hurts."
"I know, called a hangover." Harry nodded, explained quite a lot. "We've got to go. Voldemort. Somebody actually //called// that number." Harry followed Draco's eyes to a man in the corner. He was bound and tied, he was a middle aged balding man in a tweed suit. For some reason Harry was reminded of Wormtail.
Harry nodded, but he walked over to the man. "Why?" he asked. "You won't get any reward you do know that." The man struggled and Harry undid his gag.
"Harry." Draco, warned. Harry silenced him with a glare before turning to the man before him.
"Why?" he asked again.
"Because."
"Look into my eyes." The man did so. "My name is Harry James Potter, I'm fifteen years old, born on July thirty-first 1980. My parents, James Potter and Lily Evans, were murdered when I was one, by the very same man that you have just called, so that he can finish me off as well." Harry stood up. "Remember that." He turned to Draco. "OK, lets go."
The two of them were running, down the stairs to the tube station. And cought the first train out of there. Didn't care where it went. As long as they were far away from that chemist. A long tube ride later (Harry no longer felt sick as the adrenaline kicked in, the ended up in an extremely impressive looking station. Up the escalator there were tower blocks, offices.
"Where are we?" Harry asked.
"Canary Warf." Draco answered.
"What's here?"
"Offices. Just fancy buildings, oh and there's a garden that in the summer plays bands."
"It's the middle of January." Harry answered. "We're not here for a social visit. We've got to get back to school some how. Merlin. Or at least find a wizard that we know." Harry slumped down onto a bench.
They seemed to be in that garden that Draco was talking about. Sitting on the grass sat a man that wore baggy jeans a olive green hooddy and a long leather coat that would fall to his ankles if he were standing up. Hi light brown hair looked oddly familiar. Harry shook hi head and tried to think what to do.
"I wish I knew more people." Harry moaned. "Every one knows me, but I don't them, it's very off putting. If I saw someone I knew then it would be so much easier."
His eyes wandered skyward to another billboard, which had the sign as the one at the chemist.
"Ok, keep calm." He breathed to himself. He covered his scar with his fringe some more, easier said then done.
The man on the grass also looked up and saw the poster. He cursed loudly. He did look very familiar. Standing up, Harry got a better look.
It was Lupin.
Harry jumped up and ran over to him. "Professor?" He whispered urgently.
Lupin looked at Harry. "Hello." He said. A split second later. "Holy crap you're Harry.
"Professor?" Harry asked.
"Harry, what are you doing here?"
Harry waved his hand impatiently. "School trip. Dumbledores insane idea. You have to help. "He pointed up to the billboard. Lupin to Harry surprise, chuckled.
"Looks as though you're quite the celebrity, Harry."
"Ha ha. I'm here with Malfoy."
"Yes, I heard what happened. My apologies Draco."
Harry turned around. There he was. He nodded at his former Professor. "Well we saw the poster, and I kinda panicked, and he told every one that it was me, so some one phoned."
Lupin sighed, and glared at Draco.
"I thought that if people knew that he wasn't dangerous they wouldn't phone!"
"God on paper not in reality MR Malfoy." Lupin said.
"Professor. You've got to help." Harry pleaded.
"It's Remus Harry. And my house is just around the corner."
"I'm afraid that, that won't be needed Lupin."
Harry turned around. There stood around twenty men.
Death Eaters.
A/N: Phew! That was a killer to write, my friend had to get me writing (Thanx Hunter you're a Fallen Angel!) sorry about the cliffhanger. But I thought it a good place to end. Now, REVIEW!!! I want this story to get over a hundred. And well they're only in London for a week!