Summary: Harry Potter is about to start is sixth year at Hogwarts when a
very unexpected someone shows up on his doorstep giving him warnings and
asking him for help...
A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed the first chapter! *hugs* I really appreciate it! Curlycurlz; ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity; PadfootProngsMoony; godric1; leafs-gurl999; WriterChick2391; gboyary; jlfkjnsdkl (I'm sorry, but it's not going to be slash! I do hope you'll still continue reading!); AnimegirlH; Numba1; and Jarvey. Thanks, everyone! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. Harry Potter characters and things belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., and some other companies I don't know the names of. The only things I own are the plot and anyone or anything or anyplace I make up.
Harry Potter and the Torch of Light
Chapter Two – The Warning
"MALFOY?!" Harry yelled into the silent night.
"Wow, nothing gets passed you." Malfoy said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Bloody hell, what – how – why are you at my house?"
"Let's skip the small talk, shall we?"
"I want to know why you're at my house!"
"Well, if you want to know, then let me in."
Harry glared at him and pulled his wand from his pocket. "If you try anything, I'll make sure you regret ever walking through this door."
Malfoy rolled his eyes. Harry stepped aside so he could walk in. He walked inside, pulling his Hogwarts trunk in behind him. He led him into the kitchen where he had tried making a start on his homework. Harry gathered up his things and placed them on the counter, and sat back down across from where Malfoy had seated himself. There were a few moments of silence while the two exchanged menacing glares.
Harry cleared his throat. "So, are you going to explain why you're here?" He asked, making an attempt to start conversation.
"I've come to warn you." Malfoy said simply as if it were part of everyday conversation.
"What?"
"Warn you, Potter. Honestly, how idiotic are you?"
"First of all, I'm not idiotic. Second of all, what are you warning me about, and why? If it risks my neck, why should you care?"
"You know, I'm starting to regret coming here in the first place. It's already becoming a total waste of my time." Malfoy said impatiently.
"All right, all right, just get to the point."
"As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted," Malfoy smirked as Harry glared at him. "I've come to warn you, and ask you for your help."
Harry stared at him in disbelief. Mafloy, his worst enemy, came here to do the two least expected things anyone could ever imagine; he was warning him, and asking him for help. This couldn't be right.
"Before that whole Department of Mysteries episode took place, my father let something slip that he shouldn't have if he knew that I would be blabbing it to you while he's sitting in Azkaban having a jolly old time. I'm not good at making bad things sound better then they really are, so I'm just going to come right out and say it, I suppose." Harry saw his eyes quickly flicker to his right arm. "Voldemort has a plot to kill you, Potter, and you're in luck, because I know exactly what he's up to.
"Voldemort's plan is not some dusty floor you're going to simply be able to sweep up with your broom. My father told me that if you have no idea about what's going to happen, you don't stand a chance, and you're surely to be killed. Believe me, Potter, I'm not as bad as you and your two side-kicks make me out to be. I'm not about to go and strut around Hogwarts, poking fun at you, while the plot of your murder is like a photograph glued in my mind."
He stared at Malfoy in disbelief. "Are you feeling okay?"
Malfoy ignored him. "In June, Voldemort plans on murdering the Muggles you live with so you'll have nowhere to go. He plans on murdering those Muggles so you won't be safe. Voldemort will murder you as well."
Harry began to open his mouth to speak but Malfoy beat him to it. "I know about the magic that protects you here, Potter, I figured it out ages ago. It was quite obvious, if you ask me. But the brilliant minds never go for the obvious solutions first, you know, so it took Voldemort years to finally work out the riddle." Malfoy glanced at his right shoulder again.
He couldn't take it any longer. "Why do you keep looking at your right shoulder?" Harry hissed.
Hesitating, Malfoy rolled up both of his sleeves, revealing nothing but skin. "I'd like to keep them like this, which is something you probably never would've known if I hadn't told you. So, I join your side and help fight Voldemort, and you help me by keeping the Dark Mark off my arm."
Malfoy looked at Harry with a desperate look in his eyes. So he really didn't want to be a Death Eater? For some reason, he didn't find that hard to believe. Harry nodded and Malfoy pulled his sleeves back down.
"We're not safe here, we need to leave now. Get your trunk and then we'll flag the Knight Bus down." Malfoy said quickly.
They both stood up, and Harry nodded to show he understood. He walked over to the counter to retrieve his homework and books, and then hurried up the stairs to gather up his things, and once everything was packed, he changed into his solid, black Hogwarts robes. After Harry had his robes on, he draped his cloak over his shoulders, and then fastened the clasp in the front. Slipping his wand into the pocket of his robes, he grabbed his trunk and dragged it down the stairs.
Malfoy looked up when he heard Harry coming, and opened the door. A light breeze flew past his cheeks and through his hair as they both headed towards the end of the street. Once they got there, Malfoy pulled out his wand and pointed up into the clear, night sky. The familiar rumble of the Knight Bus could be heard from a short distance away, and before it came into sight, Harry caught Malfoy's eye.
Malfoy stuck his hand out, waiting for Harry to shake it. He held out his own hand, and they both shook hands as the Knight Bus came to a halt noisily in front of them. Before the doors opened, Malfoy opened his mouth to speak.
"We're in this together, Potter," he said quietly but with confidence.
"Together," Harry said, nodding.
The doors to the Knight Bus opened, and Malfoy and Harry stepped on board, both wondering what deadly adventures this year was deciding to throw at them.
A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed the first chapter! *hugs* I really appreciate it! Curlycurlz; ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity; PadfootProngsMoony; godric1; leafs-gurl999; WriterChick2391; gboyary; jlfkjnsdkl (I'm sorry, but it's not going to be slash! I do hope you'll still continue reading!); AnimegirlH; Numba1; and Jarvey. Thanks, everyone! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. Harry Potter characters and things belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., and some other companies I don't know the names of. The only things I own are the plot and anyone or anything or anyplace I make up.
Harry Potter and the Torch of Light
Chapter Two – The Warning
"MALFOY?!" Harry yelled into the silent night.
"Wow, nothing gets passed you." Malfoy said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Bloody hell, what – how – why are you at my house?"
"Let's skip the small talk, shall we?"
"I want to know why you're at my house!"
"Well, if you want to know, then let me in."
Harry glared at him and pulled his wand from his pocket. "If you try anything, I'll make sure you regret ever walking through this door."
Malfoy rolled his eyes. Harry stepped aside so he could walk in. He walked inside, pulling his Hogwarts trunk in behind him. He led him into the kitchen where he had tried making a start on his homework. Harry gathered up his things and placed them on the counter, and sat back down across from where Malfoy had seated himself. There were a few moments of silence while the two exchanged menacing glares.
Harry cleared his throat. "So, are you going to explain why you're here?" He asked, making an attempt to start conversation.
"I've come to warn you." Malfoy said simply as if it were part of everyday conversation.
"What?"
"Warn you, Potter. Honestly, how idiotic are you?"
"First of all, I'm not idiotic. Second of all, what are you warning me about, and why? If it risks my neck, why should you care?"
"You know, I'm starting to regret coming here in the first place. It's already becoming a total waste of my time." Malfoy said impatiently.
"All right, all right, just get to the point."
"As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted," Malfoy smirked as Harry glared at him. "I've come to warn you, and ask you for your help."
Harry stared at him in disbelief. Mafloy, his worst enemy, came here to do the two least expected things anyone could ever imagine; he was warning him, and asking him for help. This couldn't be right.
"Before that whole Department of Mysteries episode took place, my father let something slip that he shouldn't have if he knew that I would be blabbing it to you while he's sitting in Azkaban having a jolly old time. I'm not good at making bad things sound better then they really are, so I'm just going to come right out and say it, I suppose." Harry saw his eyes quickly flicker to his right arm. "Voldemort has a plot to kill you, Potter, and you're in luck, because I know exactly what he's up to.
"Voldemort's plan is not some dusty floor you're going to simply be able to sweep up with your broom. My father told me that if you have no idea about what's going to happen, you don't stand a chance, and you're surely to be killed. Believe me, Potter, I'm not as bad as you and your two side-kicks make me out to be. I'm not about to go and strut around Hogwarts, poking fun at you, while the plot of your murder is like a photograph glued in my mind."
He stared at Malfoy in disbelief. "Are you feeling okay?"
Malfoy ignored him. "In June, Voldemort plans on murdering the Muggles you live with so you'll have nowhere to go. He plans on murdering those Muggles so you won't be safe. Voldemort will murder you as well."
Harry began to open his mouth to speak but Malfoy beat him to it. "I know about the magic that protects you here, Potter, I figured it out ages ago. It was quite obvious, if you ask me. But the brilliant minds never go for the obvious solutions first, you know, so it took Voldemort years to finally work out the riddle." Malfoy glanced at his right shoulder again.
He couldn't take it any longer. "Why do you keep looking at your right shoulder?" Harry hissed.
Hesitating, Malfoy rolled up both of his sleeves, revealing nothing but skin. "I'd like to keep them like this, which is something you probably never would've known if I hadn't told you. So, I join your side and help fight Voldemort, and you help me by keeping the Dark Mark off my arm."
Malfoy looked at Harry with a desperate look in his eyes. So he really didn't want to be a Death Eater? For some reason, he didn't find that hard to believe. Harry nodded and Malfoy pulled his sleeves back down.
"We're not safe here, we need to leave now. Get your trunk and then we'll flag the Knight Bus down." Malfoy said quickly.
They both stood up, and Harry nodded to show he understood. He walked over to the counter to retrieve his homework and books, and then hurried up the stairs to gather up his things, and once everything was packed, he changed into his solid, black Hogwarts robes. After Harry had his robes on, he draped his cloak over his shoulders, and then fastened the clasp in the front. Slipping his wand into the pocket of his robes, he grabbed his trunk and dragged it down the stairs.
Malfoy looked up when he heard Harry coming, and opened the door. A light breeze flew past his cheeks and through his hair as they both headed towards the end of the street. Once they got there, Malfoy pulled out his wand and pointed up into the clear, night sky. The familiar rumble of the Knight Bus could be heard from a short distance away, and before it came into sight, Harry caught Malfoy's eye.
Malfoy stuck his hand out, waiting for Harry to shake it. He held out his own hand, and they both shook hands as the Knight Bus came to a halt noisily in front of them. Before the doors opened, Malfoy opened his mouth to speak.
"We're in this together, Potter," he said quietly but with confidence.
"Together," Harry said, nodding.
The doors to the Knight Bus opened, and Malfoy and Harry stepped on board, both wondering what deadly adventures this year was deciding to throw at them.