TITLE: Coming Down – That was Considerably Nasty
RATING: PG –13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, if I did I'm sure I'd be richer
Authors note: - *indicates thought*
- Thanks to everyone who reviewed, so I'm evil :P What ya gunna do about it?
-Evil Cliffhanger coming, And…
OI! YOU! READ HERE FIRST PLEASE!!!!!!!!! – Because of the drug in Draco's system he will have a recollection of the first flashback but try as I might I couldn't find the proper way to express what had happened from his perspective, so it's from Snape's instead. Now take note that when Draco wakes up he WILL remember what happened. I've given you a little note just so realise when it comes to that time.
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A lot of thoughts were running through Severus Snape's head as he watched the sight before him. But there was one that was the loudest - the voice of panic usually is - and it was screaming in his head over and over again *WELL WE'RE FUCKED NOW AREN'T WE SEVERUS!!!!*
He hadn't been long taking the muggle girl to the safe house to have her memory obliviated. Couldn't have been ten minutes. But by the time he'd come back to collect her father the cage was empty and Draco and the muggle were nowhere to be seen. Severus had been worried about Draco, but he'd found him now.
It seemed the entire party had.
The voice of sarcasm was in overdrive. *Oh no don't worry Severus! Draco's not really doing what you think his doing, he's a good boy. Nothing like his father at all really. Our secret safe with him*
Upon his arrival back at the party Voldemort had questioned him about where the muggle girl was. Severus had peddled the story of how Draco had wanted a 'hunt', explaining that the muggles seemed to have disappeared as Severus was trying to awaken Draco.
Voldemort didn't seem worried, and soon Severus saw why. Crabb senior was currently lounging in a deck chair, his legs propped up on the broken body of the now dead muggle man. The man's eyes were still open and they looked accusingly at Severus. Those eyes filled with pain and horror would haunt his dreams for months.
"Draco did that?"
"Well he started it off and let everyone else finish." Severus fought off every urge to grimace.
"How generous." Severus pointed at the crowd that was screaming out encouragement. "And that?"
In response, Voldemort nudged him in the direction of the crowd to look upon the sight that now invaded his vision, even when shut his eyes. *God Draco, what have you done?*
"That Venenum shit really does the trick, doesn't it?"
Severus head snapped up at the comment. Venenum. What idiot had given Draco Venenum?! Right now, every emotion and sense would be working to the extreme, not to mention the amount of dark magic coursing through Draco's system. All this was in addition to Draco's ordinary power; Draco was fully able to kill them all.
Venenum brought out the worst qualities in its victim, and for someone with the upbringing that Draco had, Severus was surprised the girl was still able to scream. With Lucius for a father Draco had been taught well. A loud snap startled Severus, another was finger broken. He watched as with a sickening crack, another rib went. Anything that could have stopped Draco from hurting her had been wiped out when he drank the Venenum. There was no doubt and no fear with Venenum, only power and pain. Severus was well aware: they'd given it to him often enough. But the problem with Venenum wasn't only the lack of control the taker experienced, it was the enjoyment.
The girl - god they had to get her, didn't they? - they had to get Granger. Little know-it-all Hermione Granger, best student that Hogwarts had ever seen, who couldn't have had more muggle parents if she'd tried. The only part of Draco still in there would remember everything evil and malicious whispered in his ear about her. Every schoolyard fight, every insult his father ever paid him for a mudblood beating him in all his classes.
Any hope of saving Draco from the darkness died in Severus. Lucius had made sure Draco had a victim that lost him any chance of forgiveness from the other side. A victim that sealed his fate. Draco might still want to be a spy, but who would trust the man who, by the end of the night, would have killed Harry Potter's best friend? And Severus was powerless to stop him.
He was powerless to stop Draco from administering blow after blow to Hermione's fragile body. Powerless to stop Draco's skilful blade slice into her delicate flesh like a warm knife through butter. Mentally he winced through each painful moment, his personal memories emerging when someone handed Draco a muggle lighter.
Draco held a corkscrew up to Hermione's face and laughed as she whimpered at the sight of it. A roar went up from the Death Eaters as Draco slowly drove it into her side, making the pain last and intensify. Hermione's screams pierced the night; she'd long ago bitten through her bottom lip in an attempt not to scream.
In disgust Severus watched as Draco ripped the remainder of Hermione's clothes from her body and threw her to the ground. He knew what was coming next; he'd seen it before, done it before, and he was powerless to turn away. Voldemort was watching, for a true Death Eater revelled in others pain.
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Draco remembers that! Just a little note to remind everyone what I said earlier, it was from Snape's perspective because Draco's version would have been very impaired. Plus I tried to write it from Draco's perspective and it came out crap. So recap, Draco now knows Hermione's current condition is HIS fault.
Nothing is as it seems yet everything is. *Slaps hand on table* CONSTANT VIGILANCE
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"Malfoy?" Draco lay completely still, he didn't want to move, and he didn't dare breathe. "Malfoy are you ok?"
*NO!!!* Draco's mind was screaming.
Harry's voice became very soft. "Malfoy, you fell down the stairs and the drugs are stopping any of the healing spells working properly."
*I should have jumped right into the middle of the battle at graduation, should have jumped in and let myself be killed*
"Malfoy say something! I need to know if you're all right! I can't levitate you and Hermione out of here if I don't know where to go!"
*Hermione* "I'm alive," he croaked. His body ached, somehow Harry had laid him onto one of the couches in his underground sanctuary. He paid no attention to his body though, his latest memories ran through his mind over and over again. Memories burned their images into his brain and he tried to forget them. *Repress. Repress. Repress*
"Can you move?" Draco didn't dare. In his peripheral vision he could see the other couch, and the figure that lay unmoving on it.
"Give me a minute."
"Malfoy?"
"For fucks sake Potter I said give me a minute."
*Draco what did you do! WHAT DID YOU DO!* the images ran through his mind; his knife, his fists. Draco raised his fists to look at them. Grazed knuckles – no prizes for guessing what did that. Even now he could feel her bones cracking under the pressure from his hands. Now he knew that book his father had given him in second year for Christmas, 'Torture for Beginners' hadn't been the joke he'd thought it was. At least his memory gave out before he'd…
He brought his hands over his eyes, fingers gripping his head. *You've got no choice now Draco, when Hermione wakes up, you're gone.* Vaguely he thought there was something more important he was supposed to remember but that thought was shoved away as images from last night again flooded his mind.
"Draco… Draco?"
Draco grimaced. He'd cried, been beaten and drugged but it took silence for Harry to call him by his first name. Not even when they were having a good time getting through the woods had he done that. Merlin he'd actually had a good time with Harry these past 24 hours, despite the crying and the blacking out. He was even sure Harry had placed some sort of trust in him - the first person who ever had. *Oh Harry, you stupid fool.*
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"Draco… Draco?"
Harry was worried about Draco. He hadn't heard a snide, snappy or sarcastic comment from him in 10 minutes and it had Harry concerned enough to call Draco by his first name.
Harry could levitate both Hermione and Draco out of the grounds quite easily, but they both needed medical attention quickly. He'd managed to stabilize Hermione whilst Draco was unconscious but it wouldn't be enough for much longer. He'd barely recognized her at first. *Don't worry Hermione, I'll track down who it was and make them pay* He sat beside her on the couch and pushed the hair out of her face. *That's if Ron doesn't get to them first*.
He needed to get help from someone, anyone. Apparating out by himself before they were off Malfoy grounds was out of the question. He couldn't leave both Hermione and Draco in such a state, and getting back in would require getting past the wards.
The wards would have already renewed themselves and Harry didn't know what to expect. Was it possible to just walk out with Draco and Hermione? Even if he did, the woods around the Malfoy house were like a maze - too hard to get in and out if one wasn't familiar with them. He didn't want to think about the different sort of booby traps Lucius Malfoy had managed to cook up.
"We'll just rest then. Once you've got a bit more strength, you can help me with Hermione," Harry decided.
Draco rolled around. His skin was ghostly pale and the iris' in his eyes had returned to normal. But he looked empty, like the wind had well and truly gone out of Draco's sails. "Draco you look like shit."
"Thank you, Potter." Harry frowned; he could barely tell if that was supposed to be sarcastic.
"Well, if we're going to be here a while we could at least come up with something to talk about." Draco just stared at him, not even a sneer - nothing. *This just isn't natural* "So um… how's stuff?"
Draco just gave him an incredulous look. "That's the best you could come up with?"
*Hmm it's not much by I think that had some more sarcasm.*
"It's not as if you're brimming with conversation. I can see the peroxide has had some effect on your brain." Life flared in Draco's eyes at that comment. *Hoorah! He lives!*
"Yes because 'how's stuff?' is truly some worthy conversation. I think the day you got that scar you lost your brains!"
"Now Draco, there's no need to be rude, I was only talking about your hair. It's not like I was insulting your manhood or anything - as small an insult that would be."
"Please Potter I bet your still a virgin!"
"I am not!" Draco was grinning evilly at this. *Ok maybe getting Draco to look lively again - not such a good idea.*
"So who?"
"Who what?"
"Who was the lucky girl to give the famous Harry Potter his first…?" Draco gave a little growl. Harry sputtered.
"Well who was the girl who gave Draco's his?"
"Oh I don't remember, after the twentieth they all kind of," Draco made some squishing movement with his hands, "Blend."
"Ah ha, I'm sure, twenty, phffft as if."
"You forget Potter, I'm a Malfoy! The sex god of Slytherin! Ever Malfoy has been a sex god! For hundreds of years Malfoy's have been sex gods, ever since my forefathers dragged themselves out of their caves millions of years ago."
"That wasn't as long ago as you think, Draco."
"Ha-di-ha-ha. No woman, or man for that matter, has ever resisted my charm."
Harry raised an eyebrow, *Man hey? Who would have thought Malfoy swung both ways* "I'm sure I'd have no problem."
"Oh, really?" Draco wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I don't think you'd stand a chance Harry." Draco rolled his name suggestively off his tongue and Harry felt himself blush. *Change the subject, CHANGE THE SUBJECT*
"Are you so sure it's me who can't resist you? Admit it; I'm the only thing you've thought of since we met on the train in first year Draco." It was Draco's turn to go red.
"There's a fine line between love and hate, Potter." Harry saw a flash of sadness in Draco's eyes.
"Well I have to like you know, don't I? I think I preferred it when I thought you were evil and straight!"
"Potter, I assure that, if I had wanted you, I would have had you by now. I'm as likely to get with you as I am with Weasley."
"Forgetting about Ginny then?"
"I was talking about Ron, Potter, but now that you mention it that was all Ginny's doing. She was the one doing all the seducing, I assure you. The woman has got to be the most determined person I have ever met." Harry chuckled and gave Draco a knowing smile.
"She knows what she wants." Draco laughed
"So it was her! Ginny Weasley!" Harry exclaimed, grinning.
"I'll never tell."
"Have it your way Potter. Anyway, Ginny just proves my points. Not only can I have anyone I set my mind to, they're more than willing."
"I can name you a woman you'll never have." Draco furrowed his eyebrows at this, puzzlement on his face.
"Who's that?"
Harry jabbed his thumb at the couch behind him. "Hermione."
Draco didn't reply. An unrecognizable emotion appeared on his face and he rolled over so that his back was facing Harry.
"What, no witty retort? Has she turned you down?" Harry started giggling. "She turned you down, didn't she? I wonder why she never told us. Did she slap you again?"
Draco wasn't answering, but he appeared to be visibly wincing at Harry's words.
*Interesting, I've never seen Draco react like this* Harry was expecting Draco to say he'd never go for a mudblood, or some other scathing comment. They sat in silence for a little while and every other attempt to start conversation on Harry's part failed miserably.
Eventually Harry stood up and stretched. "We better get going. We've already stayed much longer than-" Harry stopped abruptly as he suddenly remembered what Draco had been saying before he passed out. "Draco! Why was it so urgent that we get out of the Manor?"
Draco rolled over to face him. "What?"
"Before you left you yelled that we needed to get out of here and when I asked you why, you passed out. Why was it so important we get out so quickly?" Draco's eyes widened.
"Because you stupid boy," Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the shadow and walked to stand behind Draco's couch. "When the wards renew themselves they scan the house for uninvited guests. You know Draco, when the Dark Lord said to help him get Harry Potter, I don't think he expected it to happen this quickly. You've done well, my son."
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Sorry it was a short chapter but the final one is one it's way and it's packed full of explanations and confrontations. That was a very nasty cliff-hanger I know, the final chapter is on it's way I promise, it just needs to go from brain to page.
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RATING: PG –13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, if I did I'm sure I'd be richer
Authors note: - *indicates thought*
- Thanks to everyone who reviewed, so I'm evil :P What ya gunna do about it?
-Evil Cliffhanger coming, And…
OI! YOU! READ HERE FIRST PLEASE!!!!!!!!! – Because of the drug in Draco's system he will have a recollection of the first flashback but try as I might I couldn't find the proper way to express what had happened from his perspective, so it's from Snape's instead. Now take note that when Draco wakes up he WILL remember what happened. I've given you a little note just so realise when it comes to that time.
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A lot of thoughts were running through Severus Snape's head as he watched the sight before him. But there was one that was the loudest - the voice of panic usually is - and it was screaming in his head over and over again *WELL WE'RE FUCKED NOW AREN'T WE SEVERUS!!!!*
He hadn't been long taking the muggle girl to the safe house to have her memory obliviated. Couldn't have been ten minutes. But by the time he'd come back to collect her father the cage was empty and Draco and the muggle were nowhere to be seen. Severus had been worried about Draco, but he'd found him now.
It seemed the entire party had.
The voice of sarcasm was in overdrive. *Oh no don't worry Severus! Draco's not really doing what you think his doing, he's a good boy. Nothing like his father at all really. Our secret safe with him*
Upon his arrival back at the party Voldemort had questioned him about where the muggle girl was. Severus had peddled the story of how Draco had wanted a 'hunt', explaining that the muggles seemed to have disappeared as Severus was trying to awaken Draco.
Voldemort didn't seem worried, and soon Severus saw why. Crabb senior was currently lounging in a deck chair, his legs propped up on the broken body of the now dead muggle man. The man's eyes were still open and they looked accusingly at Severus. Those eyes filled with pain and horror would haunt his dreams for months.
"Draco did that?"
"Well he started it off and let everyone else finish." Severus fought off every urge to grimace.
"How generous." Severus pointed at the crowd that was screaming out encouragement. "And that?"
In response, Voldemort nudged him in the direction of the crowd to look upon the sight that now invaded his vision, even when shut his eyes. *God Draco, what have you done?*
"That Venenum shit really does the trick, doesn't it?"
Severus head snapped up at the comment. Venenum. What idiot had given Draco Venenum?! Right now, every emotion and sense would be working to the extreme, not to mention the amount of dark magic coursing through Draco's system. All this was in addition to Draco's ordinary power; Draco was fully able to kill them all.
Venenum brought out the worst qualities in its victim, and for someone with the upbringing that Draco had, Severus was surprised the girl was still able to scream. With Lucius for a father Draco had been taught well. A loud snap startled Severus, another was finger broken. He watched as with a sickening crack, another rib went. Anything that could have stopped Draco from hurting her had been wiped out when he drank the Venenum. There was no doubt and no fear with Venenum, only power and pain. Severus was well aware: they'd given it to him often enough. But the problem with Venenum wasn't only the lack of control the taker experienced, it was the enjoyment.
The girl - god they had to get her, didn't they? - they had to get Granger. Little know-it-all Hermione Granger, best student that Hogwarts had ever seen, who couldn't have had more muggle parents if she'd tried. The only part of Draco still in there would remember everything evil and malicious whispered in his ear about her. Every schoolyard fight, every insult his father ever paid him for a mudblood beating him in all his classes.
Any hope of saving Draco from the darkness died in Severus. Lucius had made sure Draco had a victim that lost him any chance of forgiveness from the other side. A victim that sealed his fate. Draco might still want to be a spy, but who would trust the man who, by the end of the night, would have killed Harry Potter's best friend? And Severus was powerless to stop him.
He was powerless to stop Draco from administering blow after blow to Hermione's fragile body. Powerless to stop Draco's skilful blade slice into her delicate flesh like a warm knife through butter. Mentally he winced through each painful moment, his personal memories emerging when someone handed Draco a muggle lighter.
Draco held a corkscrew up to Hermione's face and laughed as she whimpered at the sight of it. A roar went up from the Death Eaters as Draco slowly drove it into her side, making the pain last and intensify. Hermione's screams pierced the night; she'd long ago bitten through her bottom lip in an attempt not to scream.
In disgust Severus watched as Draco ripped the remainder of Hermione's clothes from her body and threw her to the ground. He knew what was coming next; he'd seen it before, done it before, and he was powerless to turn away. Voldemort was watching, for a true Death Eater revelled in others pain.
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Draco remembers that! Just a little note to remind everyone what I said earlier, it was from Snape's perspective because Draco's version would have been very impaired. Plus I tried to write it from Draco's perspective and it came out crap. So recap, Draco now knows Hermione's current condition is HIS fault.
Nothing is as it seems yet everything is. *Slaps hand on table* CONSTANT VIGILANCE
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"Malfoy?" Draco lay completely still, he didn't want to move, and he didn't dare breathe. "Malfoy are you ok?"
*NO!!!* Draco's mind was screaming.
Harry's voice became very soft. "Malfoy, you fell down the stairs and the drugs are stopping any of the healing spells working properly."
*I should have jumped right into the middle of the battle at graduation, should have jumped in and let myself be killed*
"Malfoy say something! I need to know if you're all right! I can't levitate you and Hermione out of here if I don't know where to go!"
*Hermione* "I'm alive," he croaked. His body ached, somehow Harry had laid him onto one of the couches in his underground sanctuary. He paid no attention to his body though, his latest memories ran through his mind over and over again. Memories burned their images into his brain and he tried to forget them. *Repress. Repress. Repress*
"Can you move?" Draco didn't dare. In his peripheral vision he could see the other couch, and the figure that lay unmoving on it.
"Give me a minute."
"Malfoy?"
"For fucks sake Potter I said give me a minute."
*Draco what did you do! WHAT DID YOU DO!* the images ran through his mind; his knife, his fists. Draco raised his fists to look at them. Grazed knuckles – no prizes for guessing what did that. Even now he could feel her bones cracking under the pressure from his hands. Now he knew that book his father had given him in second year for Christmas, 'Torture for Beginners' hadn't been the joke he'd thought it was. At least his memory gave out before he'd…
He brought his hands over his eyes, fingers gripping his head. *You've got no choice now Draco, when Hermione wakes up, you're gone.* Vaguely he thought there was something more important he was supposed to remember but that thought was shoved away as images from last night again flooded his mind.
"Draco… Draco?"
Draco grimaced. He'd cried, been beaten and drugged but it took silence for Harry to call him by his first name. Not even when they were having a good time getting through the woods had he done that. Merlin he'd actually had a good time with Harry these past 24 hours, despite the crying and the blacking out. He was even sure Harry had placed some sort of trust in him - the first person who ever had. *Oh Harry, you stupid fool.*
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"Draco… Draco?"
Harry was worried about Draco. He hadn't heard a snide, snappy or sarcastic comment from him in 10 minutes and it had Harry concerned enough to call Draco by his first name.
Harry could levitate both Hermione and Draco out of the grounds quite easily, but they both needed medical attention quickly. He'd managed to stabilize Hermione whilst Draco was unconscious but it wouldn't be enough for much longer. He'd barely recognized her at first. *Don't worry Hermione, I'll track down who it was and make them pay* He sat beside her on the couch and pushed the hair out of her face. *That's if Ron doesn't get to them first*.
He needed to get help from someone, anyone. Apparating out by himself before they were off Malfoy grounds was out of the question. He couldn't leave both Hermione and Draco in such a state, and getting back in would require getting past the wards.
The wards would have already renewed themselves and Harry didn't know what to expect. Was it possible to just walk out with Draco and Hermione? Even if he did, the woods around the Malfoy house were like a maze - too hard to get in and out if one wasn't familiar with them. He didn't want to think about the different sort of booby traps Lucius Malfoy had managed to cook up.
"We'll just rest then. Once you've got a bit more strength, you can help me with Hermione," Harry decided.
Draco rolled around. His skin was ghostly pale and the iris' in his eyes had returned to normal. But he looked empty, like the wind had well and truly gone out of Draco's sails. "Draco you look like shit."
"Thank you, Potter." Harry frowned; he could barely tell if that was supposed to be sarcastic.
"Well, if we're going to be here a while we could at least come up with something to talk about." Draco just stared at him, not even a sneer - nothing. *This just isn't natural* "So um… how's stuff?"
Draco just gave him an incredulous look. "That's the best you could come up with?"
*Hmm it's not much by I think that had some more sarcasm.*
"It's not as if you're brimming with conversation. I can see the peroxide has had some effect on your brain." Life flared in Draco's eyes at that comment. *Hoorah! He lives!*
"Yes because 'how's stuff?' is truly some worthy conversation. I think the day you got that scar you lost your brains!"
"Now Draco, there's no need to be rude, I was only talking about your hair. It's not like I was insulting your manhood or anything - as small an insult that would be."
"Please Potter I bet your still a virgin!"
"I am not!" Draco was grinning evilly at this. *Ok maybe getting Draco to look lively again - not such a good idea.*
"So who?"
"Who what?"
"Who was the lucky girl to give the famous Harry Potter his first…?" Draco gave a little growl. Harry sputtered.
"Well who was the girl who gave Draco's his?"
"Oh I don't remember, after the twentieth they all kind of," Draco made some squishing movement with his hands, "Blend."
"Ah ha, I'm sure, twenty, phffft as if."
"You forget Potter, I'm a Malfoy! The sex god of Slytherin! Ever Malfoy has been a sex god! For hundreds of years Malfoy's have been sex gods, ever since my forefathers dragged themselves out of their caves millions of years ago."
"That wasn't as long ago as you think, Draco."
"Ha-di-ha-ha. No woman, or man for that matter, has ever resisted my charm."
Harry raised an eyebrow, *Man hey? Who would have thought Malfoy swung both ways* "I'm sure I'd have no problem."
"Oh, really?" Draco wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I don't think you'd stand a chance Harry." Draco rolled his name suggestively off his tongue and Harry felt himself blush. *Change the subject, CHANGE THE SUBJECT*
"Are you so sure it's me who can't resist you? Admit it; I'm the only thing you've thought of since we met on the train in first year Draco." It was Draco's turn to go red.
"There's a fine line between love and hate, Potter." Harry saw a flash of sadness in Draco's eyes.
"Well I have to like you know, don't I? I think I preferred it when I thought you were evil and straight!"
"Potter, I assure that, if I had wanted you, I would have had you by now. I'm as likely to get with you as I am with Weasley."
"Forgetting about Ginny then?"
"I was talking about Ron, Potter, but now that you mention it that was all Ginny's doing. She was the one doing all the seducing, I assure you. The woman has got to be the most determined person I have ever met." Harry chuckled and gave Draco a knowing smile.
"She knows what she wants." Draco laughed
"So it was her! Ginny Weasley!" Harry exclaimed, grinning.
"I'll never tell."
"Have it your way Potter. Anyway, Ginny just proves my points. Not only can I have anyone I set my mind to, they're more than willing."
"I can name you a woman you'll never have." Draco furrowed his eyebrows at this, puzzlement on his face.
"Who's that?"
Harry jabbed his thumb at the couch behind him. "Hermione."
Draco didn't reply. An unrecognizable emotion appeared on his face and he rolled over so that his back was facing Harry.
"What, no witty retort? Has she turned you down?" Harry started giggling. "She turned you down, didn't she? I wonder why she never told us. Did she slap you again?"
Draco wasn't answering, but he appeared to be visibly wincing at Harry's words.
*Interesting, I've never seen Draco react like this* Harry was expecting Draco to say he'd never go for a mudblood, or some other scathing comment. They sat in silence for a little while and every other attempt to start conversation on Harry's part failed miserably.
Eventually Harry stood up and stretched. "We better get going. We've already stayed much longer than-" Harry stopped abruptly as he suddenly remembered what Draco had been saying before he passed out. "Draco! Why was it so urgent that we get out of the Manor?"
Draco rolled over to face him. "What?"
"Before you left you yelled that we needed to get out of here and when I asked you why, you passed out. Why was it so important we get out so quickly?" Draco's eyes widened.
"Because you stupid boy," Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the shadow and walked to stand behind Draco's couch. "When the wards renew themselves they scan the house for uninvited guests. You know Draco, when the Dark Lord said to help him get Harry Potter, I don't think he expected it to happen this quickly. You've done well, my son."
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Sorry it was a short chapter but the final one is one it's way and it's packed full of explanations and confrontations. That was a very nasty cliff-hanger I know, the final chapter is on it's way I promise, it just needs to go from brain to page.
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