Draco stomped up the large stairway to the Gryffindor Common Room, and uttered the password. The Fat Lady swiftly let him in.
I guess it's time... Draco thought to himself as he picked up the glimmering necklace.
*
Harry fell onto the hard cement floor, not knowing where he was, or why he was transported here. He checked himself for injuries, and decided to explore, looking for Lauren. He called her name many times in the old forsaken factory, almost desperately.
The darkened room of the haunted looking warehouse seemed to mock him, the chipped chairs and tables seemed to warn him of what was to come. It reminded him of the graveyard which Voldemort had transported Harry and Cedric to at the Triwizard Tournament...right before Cedric had been killed. That night still haunted Harry's memories, as well as the crowd of people whom were weeping when he arrived back. Harry's memories always seemed to be flooded with pain...more so sometimes, than happiness...
He heard a whoosh behind him and turned to look, there was Draco.
"Where's Lauren, you snivelling cowardly ferret boy?" Harry said angrily.
"How would I know? I've been trying to look for YOU. McGonagall sent me up to your common room to check you were still here...at Hogwarts I mean. Then I found the necklace and...well... landed up here." He said innocently.
"So the necklace was a port-key....who would've done this? Ok, wait, dumb question. But who would have made it a port-key? Lauren must have been transported here!" Harry said conclusively.
"Don't bet your hopes on it Potter, you know the Dark Lord almost better than my father did, he wouldn't have left her waiting here for long." Draco said, sighing.
"Oh, but would he?" And evil voice cackled sinisterly; Voldemort.
"Where is she?" Harry shouted.
"Ha! Like I'd tell you, maybe you'd like to ask Draco...or maybe, Lauren herself..." He suggested.
Before Harry could answer, there stood Lauren cloaked in black, a smirk upon her face. Her cloak was almost floating on the wind's soft breeze, her eyes shining evilly.
"Miss me Potter?" She blew him a kiss sinisterly.
"What's going on Lauren?" Harry asked confused.
"Haven't figured it out yet Potter, have you? It's not really a surprise, not even that hag McGonagall, or even the old fool himself Dumbledore has figured out my plan..." She cackled. Her eyes shimmered from under her hooded cloak.
Harry looked at her, confused. A plan, with Voldemort?
He watched as Draco went up to Lauren, and put his arm around her waist.
"What-?" Harry said.
"Oh, then let me explain," she said mockingly, "let's start at the very beginning. The Jones family was in the Order, oh, and don't think we don't know all about your little order." She said looking at the expression on Harry's face.
"Our ancestors decided to move to North America, and while we were there we had a...little...change of heart. So, by the time we came to London, we were all in favour of the Dark Lord, willing to do his bidding. So when he asked for a little favour, we of course, agreed being the great actors we are, (me especially) we fooled you all, even the almighty, Dumbledore." She said sarcastically.
"We devised an ingenious plan, and you've fallen right into it, such a hero Potter. Draco knew ever since..." she pecked him on the cheek.
"Oh, and that big lard ball of a teacher, that was my doing. He witnessed me going into the Forbidden Forest; I could risk him saying anything, so I transported him here as well. Oh, don't worry," she said to Harry's expression, "we've been feeding him, and we've trained him to keep that large jaw of his SHUT! But you can see him later..." She cackled.
Harry looked around, his heart heavy, his mind trying to process all this. Was there a way out? What had they done to Hagrid? So what she was telling him was that all this time, those warm embraces, those touching moments, had all been a plot to kill him? They had all been an act?
Draco pulled out his wand unexpectedly.
"I've wanted to do this for the longest time. CRUCIO!" He hollered.
Searing pain erupted through Harry's entire body as he tried to fight it.
"A little rusty eh Potter?" Draco sneered.
Harry came to his senses, he noticed Lauren's robes were of green and silver...traitor, Harry thought.
"Enough of this, now...it's my turn", said the evil bodiless voice.
Voldemort appeared wand in hand.
"I couldn't kill you before Potter, but now, you've nothing I haven't... always the hero eh Potter? Well, you'll soon be sorry you ever survived."
I guess it's time... Draco thought to himself as he picked up the glimmering necklace.
*
Harry fell onto the hard cement floor, not knowing where he was, or why he was transported here. He checked himself for injuries, and decided to explore, looking for Lauren. He called her name many times in the old forsaken factory, almost desperately.
The darkened room of the haunted looking warehouse seemed to mock him, the chipped chairs and tables seemed to warn him of what was to come. It reminded him of the graveyard which Voldemort had transported Harry and Cedric to at the Triwizard Tournament...right before Cedric had been killed. That night still haunted Harry's memories, as well as the crowd of people whom were weeping when he arrived back. Harry's memories always seemed to be flooded with pain...more so sometimes, than happiness...
He heard a whoosh behind him and turned to look, there was Draco.
"Where's Lauren, you snivelling cowardly ferret boy?" Harry said angrily.
"How would I know? I've been trying to look for YOU. McGonagall sent me up to your common room to check you were still here...at Hogwarts I mean. Then I found the necklace and...well... landed up here." He said innocently.
"So the necklace was a port-key....who would've done this? Ok, wait, dumb question. But who would have made it a port-key? Lauren must have been transported here!" Harry said conclusively.
"Don't bet your hopes on it Potter, you know the Dark Lord almost better than my father did, he wouldn't have left her waiting here for long." Draco said, sighing.
"Oh, but would he?" And evil voice cackled sinisterly; Voldemort.
"Where is she?" Harry shouted.
"Ha! Like I'd tell you, maybe you'd like to ask Draco...or maybe, Lauren herself..." He suggested.
Before Harry could answer, there stood Lauren cloaked in black, a smirk upon her face. Her cloak was almost floating on the wind's soft breeze, her eyes shining evilly.
"Miss me Potter?" She blew him a kiss sinisterly.
"What's going on Lauren?" Harry asked confused.
"Haven't figured it out yet Potter, have you? It's not really a surprise, not even that hag McGonagall, or even the old fool himself Dumbledore has figured out my plan..." She cackled. Her eyes shimmered from under her hooded cloak.
Harry looked at her, confused. A plan, with Voldemort?
He watched as Draco went up to Lauren, and put his arm around her waist.
"What-?" Harry said.
"Oh, then let me explain," she said mockingly, "let's start at the very beginning. The Jones family was in the Order, oh, and don't think we don't know all about your little order." She said looking at the expression on Harry's face.
"Our ancestors decided to move to North America, and while we were there we had a...little...change of heart. So, by the time we came to London, we were all in favour of the Dark Lord, willing to do his bidding. So when he asked for a little favour, we of course, agreed being the great actors we are, (me especially) we fooled you all, even the almighty, Dumbledore." She said sarcastically.
"We devised an ingenious plan, and you've fallen right into it, such a hero Potter. Draco knew ever since..." she pecked him on the cheek.
"Oh, and that big lard ball of a teacher, that was my doing. He witnessed me going into the Forbidden Forest; I could risk him saying anything, so I transported him here as well. Oh, don't worry," she said to Harry's expression, "we've been feeding him, and we've trained him to keep that large jaw of his SHUT! But you can see him later..." She cackled.
Harry looked around, his heart heavy, his mind trying to process all this. Was there a way out? What had they done to Hagrid? So what she was telling him was that all this time, those warm embraces, those touching moments, had all been a plot to kill him? They had all been an act?
Draco pulled out his wand unexpectedly.
"I've wanted to do this for the longest time. CRUCIO!" He hollered.
Searing pain erupted through Harry's entire body as he tried to fight it.
"A little rusty eh Potter?" Draco sneered.
Harry came to his senses, he noticed Lauren's robes were of green and silver...traitor, Harry thought.
"Enough of this, now...it's my turn", said the evil bodiless voice.
Voldemort appeared wand in hand.
"I couldn't kill you before Potter, but now, you've nothing I haven't... always the hero eh Potter? Well, you'll soon be sorry you ever survived."