A/N: Finally I've written the next chapter! A new plot has been conceived (lol) well the first plot really… Lets just say something to do with a feared seducing spirit, has entered somebody's life… hmmm… Trust me when I say that as the story develops, it will get much much more exciting. As for this chapter, well it was sort of needed in order to get to the more exciting parts. Oh and thank you for all the replies…
A shuffle of smooth dark sheets could be faintly heard behind the drawn curtain, if anyone was awake to listen that is. A frustrated arm shot through the curtains, and clumsily searched the table top next to the bed. A small satisfied sound as the hands clasped around a pair of round glasses.
A pair of legs flopped onto the cold marble floor, the curtains drawn back, and finally a body emerged. Harry Potter, the-boy-who-live, was having yet another restless night.
He stumbled around quietly at the foot of the bed, opening the large trunk, and drawing three objects from it. One, a silvery liquid like cloak, two an old blank piece of parchment, and three a wand.
He closed the door as silently as possible, and made his way down the cool stone steps, his bare feet making a soft patter. Slowly he pulled the unique cloak around him, and disappeared in front of no-ones witnessing eyes.
He pointed his wand at the blank piece of parchment, and muttered 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,' in a deep low voice, as the parchment began to fill with various lines, dots, and names, creating a map.
His emerald eyes reflected the near by dieing fire of the common room, as they searched the map. He sighed in relief when he saw no one was on the floor. He was about to put it away, when something caught he jewel-like eyes. 'Odd,' he whispered. There was a student at the main entrance.
Harry rolled up the parchment, and exited the Gryffindore's common room, setting out to see why Malfoy, of all students, would be immobile at the entrance hall. Curiosity not only killed the cat, it also always got the lion.
The halls were deadly quiet, as they usually were at the time of sleep. Harry kept to the walls in order to stay near the flames that lit his path, and out of the shadows that swallowed the middle. He raced down the steps, something in him edging him on to be hasty.
He jumped off the last steps, his feet slapping against the ground. A flash of pain rippled through his face, but other than that, no other pain signs was apparent. He jogged almost worriedly down the last stretch of the hall, before entering the large hall.
The silvery radiance of the moon loomed above the shadowed figure that lay on the ground, just inside the large oak doors, as if afraid to touch the sleeping body. The almost white hair glowed in the dark.
Harry walked closer, only to stop and kneel down when he was about two feet in front of the unconscious body. Its pale features were set to a peaceful, almost happy appearance, and the paleness of the skin gave a look like a marble statue.
Harry looked at the sleeping figure, confused to why Malfoy was there. Was it perhaps an innocent sleep walking adventure? But no, alas it was obviously not. Not when there was a small dried pool of dark crimson liquid crusted on the pale dreamy neck. Harry stared at it, his eyes widening slightly behind the glass. His tanned fingers reached out to touch the marks, but were quickly drawn back, as if afraid to be burnt.
'Like a spiders bite….' Harry sighed, and got up, knowing that he had to tell someone, Dumbladore, of his accidental discovery. He began to run through the halls once more, this time up the stairs, and to the principles sleeping room.
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"What's happened?"
"Do you really think…"?
"It couldn't…"
"Are you sure?"
Harry stood outside of the drawn curtains of one of the beds in the sick bay. A murmur of hushed voices drifted through the cotton fabric. He cleared his throat, and the voices stopped. The curtains were drawn back. An old mans face appeared.
"Ah Harry… still here I see…" The twinkle of the eyes.
"You never told me to leave." Harry explained, craning his neck to look behind the professor, and at the sleeping body of his enemy. Dumbladore smiled slightly, before blocking his view.
"Well what are you waiting for? Leave!" an impatient sentence from the potions master. Harry opened his mouth, but Dumbladore interrupted.
"Yes, vanish now…" He smiled kindly, and looked at the cloak in Harry's hand, winking at the student.
Harry nodded, and exited the large quarters, only to enter again invisible.
"Right, we need to get him to the dungeons."
"I cannot believe this has happened."
"I always thought it was banished…"
"Do you really think it was… you know… Him?"
"Well who else?"
"True…now common, we must take him before we are beaten by time."
"You do have the potion, right?"
"Of course now come on…"
Mutters of a levitating spell, as the body was brought right pass him, and led out of the room, into the halls. The hand trailing loosely behind them. Harry was confused. Who was banished, what did it do, what the hell was going on, and where were they taking Malfoy?
Harry followed the group of professors down the endless amount of stairs and halls, until finally they reached a door, which was unlocked and entered.
The room was small, tiny even. It consisted of one lone bed, a fire place, and not even a lamp or a window. The smell was horrifying, making anyone want to slam the door back shut, and run. The dampness of the room hardly made it able for anyone to breath properly. The moisture practically oozed on the stones, in a green rotten like way.
Why the hell were they here?
The fire was lit, as Malfoys body was lowered onto the bed, and the smell was relieved of. Harry stared as Madame Pomfrey poured a black bile looking liquid down Malfoy's throat; he shuddered at the thought of its taste.
"We will talk further in the morning, for now we will leave him here."
"But…"
"Tomorrow Serveus."
A curt nod, and they exited the small room, leaving Harry forgotten inside. He turned to the door, ready to leave himself, when suddenly he felt a slightly tickle of a breeze.
He frowned, for there was no way in hell a breeze would be in this room. The flames of the fire flickered slightly, before drifting slowly out. The room was engulfed with darkness.
A chuckle softly carried itself over to Harry, who stood painfully still. There was something in the room, other than himself and Malfoy. The obvious ran through Harry's mind, it was him, wasn't it?
A/N: so… sorry it wasn't the most exciting chapter, I wrote it rather hastily since I need to go to bed (lol). The next part will be much more interesting I promise. You'll get to find out who 'he' is, or what he is, and why he's there…Oh and his plan…Or maybe that will be in future chapters…. Slash will also come soon J Reply/review whatever! And I promise this time I wont take as long to write the next chapter, since I finally have a plot lol.
