''We could kidnap Malfoy and tell him that we hid his dumb blonde little friend in that room.'' Geofferey suggested as the boys came up with various wicked ideas in the First year's boys dorm.
Meanwhile, Ron was hidden behind the curtains of his bed, listening to every word and holding his breath, afraid that they might hear him. For some reason, they kept mentioning a room and a dog of some sort, which sounded very suspicious.
In the end, the boys decided to go through with the kidnapping of Draco. And Ron resolved to get to Harry first.
~~~
Unfortunately, Ron forgot that he and Harry didn't share classes at all on Wednesdays and Harry tended to have a very early breakfast, because Slytherins always practiced Quidditch on Wednesday mornings.
Jerry and the gang got a hold of Draco after practice.
And thus Ron never managed to get to Harry before it happened...
Ron panted as he saw a group of Slytherins watching Harry run out of the Great Hall. Ron quickly ran over to Hermione, ''What happened?!''
''Professor Vector and Professor Sprout said that Draco didn't show up to his classes. Some of the professors are already looking for him.'' Hermione hissed as she gestured for him to sit.
Ron looked at the doors that Harry had left through, ''What happened before Harry left?''
''One of the Gryffindor guys tossed him a note and then ran back. Harry looked really brassed off and then ran out the doors. Ron, I have a bad feeling...''
''Shit.'' Ron muttered and ran after Harry, not bothering to answer back as Hermione yelled something incoherent behind him.
~~~
Ron recalled the boys mentioning the banished third floor and rushed up there. However, he didn't know where Harry was until he heard the creak of a door hinge. He quickly ran down the hall hoping to get to Harry before something bad happened.
''Wait!'' Ron screamed, holding his hand out, as if it could somehow magically keep Harry from going inside.
It worked.
Harry suddenly stopped, not paying attention to the deep darkness before him, and turned his head to look at Ron, ''Ron?''
''It's a trick!'' Ron quickly said as he finally came within a few feet from Harry.
''Then where is he?'' Harry asked, body stiffening in anger.
''They have him.'' Ron said, panting hard as he put his hands on knees.
''Jerry.'' Harry hissed, but just as he was about to continue, they heard a low dangerous growl coming from the black abyss before them.
Ron tensed up and looked around with frightened eyes, ''W-what was that?''
Harry was looking inside the door, ''D-d-d-...dog.''
The growl turned into series of overlapped barks. Ron, upon instinct, pulled Harry out of the doorway, and started to close the door. When Harry finally snapped out of his fear induced paralysis, he quickly rushed over to help Ron close the door on the mad barking dogs. One of the dogs jammed it's oversized muzzles between the doorway and the door and tried to keep it open.
''That jerk!'' Harry yelled as he shoved his shoulder against the door forcefully, ''I could have been killed!''
''I wouldn't doubt he was trying to kill you.'' Ron muttered, putting all his weight on the door. But the three headed dog was huge and they were having a hard time competing with its weight.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes of desperate pushing against the door and being drooled on by the dog, it finally pulled its injured muzzle back in. Then they managed to shut the door and lock it with the spell that Harry had undone earlier with an alohamora.
They both wanted to drop to the ground with exhaustion, but neither thought it was smart to just sit outside the door of a mad, three headed, giant dog.
They both made their way back downstairs, and then separated to get back to their respective towers. Harry went back to retrieve new clothes, his sleeves had gotten a bit ripped and slobbered on by the dog and he was dripping in sweat. Ron was supposed to go back to see if Jerry and his goons were holding Draco and to see if he could try to free him.
But in Harry's fatigued mindless running, he managed to make a wrong turn to the Slytherin tower and found himself a bit lost in the dungeon.
Then he heard Snape talking to someone, his front door was left open slightly, as if he had gone into the room in a rush.
Harry was about to leave Snape alone when he heard Snape's companion say, ''How dare you say that about our Dark Lord. He shall rise again. He's only biding his time!''
''Be that as it may, I cannot give myself away to the old fool! I was lucky to be pardoned by the Ministry for my youthful indiscretions.''
''You are one of us Severus, or have you forgotten?''
''I will not go with you on this ... 'jaunt'. It would raise suspicions...''
''It's not like everyone doesn't know you're a Death Eater.''
''They 'think' that I am one ...''
''It's close enough. Does it really matter?''
''He keeps a close eye on me.''
''You know Severus, from the way you act, one would think that you weren't a Death Eater...'' The man replied lazily. Harry could almost visualize the sneer.
~~~
Harry had managed to get away after that without making any sound, but now his mind was jumbled in thoughts, one of Snape being a Death Eater and one of Draco being in trouble. He stubbornly pushed the thoughts of Snape away, he could think about it later...
He rushed back to his dorm room and changed, making sure to wear something less heavy and rush over to the Gryffindor tower.
He was about to reach a portrait when an arm shot out of the alcove and pulled him in. It was Ron. Harry was breathing heavily, ''Wha- where? Is- he...?''
''He's tied up and screaming up a storm.'' Ron said.
''But I don't hear...''
''One of the older Gryffindors cast a silencing spell.''
''Are they doing anything to him?''
''No, well... not yet, just taunting him, although Jerry looked ready to give him a shiner.'' Ron replied. ''I-I wanted to help but, there's about eight of them in there. I was thinking, maybe the two of us...''
''Would be insane.'' Harrry muttered, ''Come one, lets McGonagall.''
''But...''
''But what? We can't handle this alone!''
''But what if they found out that I was...They might kill me in my sleep.'' Ron replied weakly.
''Then I'll tell her. Go to the library, I won't tell them you're involved.'' Harry said, shoving Ron towards the direction of the library. Ron gave one last hesitant look and headed off.
As Ron started to walk away, Harry ran to get Mrs. McGonagall.
~~~
''Of all the appalling things to do!'' Mrs. McGonagall screamed at the culprits. The eight of them and Harry and Draco were sitting in the headmaster's office.
They were sitting on opposite sides, but Draco was sitting the furthest away from any of them. He looked ready to hex all of them to hell and back. Harry could tell that he was straining to keep his hands on the arms of the chairs so that he wouldn't reach into his robes for his wand.
''...This is the sneakiest and most underhanded thing I've ever seen coming from my own house!'' she continued on her diatribe. Draco's nerves weren't reacting well to her screaming either, his eye were twitch every so often.
Luckily, the headmaster held up a hand and told Mrs. McGonagall to calm down and he would deal with the situation.
Mrs. McGongall sat down, still looking ruffled and ready to spring up yelling again. Dumbledore handed her a cup of tea. And almost as if it were magic, she quickly calmed down.
Harry glanced down warily at his untouched tea. He made a mental note to never take any food that was from the headmaster.
Although...
Harry glanced over at Draco, ''Why don't you have some tea Draco? It's pretty good...''
Luckily Draco had been focusing so intently on his captors that he never noticed that Harry never took a sip. He cast a glare at Harry for his busy body comment and drank some tea.
And just like Professor McGonagall, he stopped looking so tense and his eye stopped twitching. And Harry relaxed a bit himself, he had been reading himself the entire time in case Draco was going to jump up and charge at the Gryffindors with his wand.
Dumbledore then started with the punishments.
Gryffindor's house points had gone into the negatives. Although this made Professor McGonagall sour, she didn't argue against the headmaster.
The boys were given a month of detention, one and a half hour per day with anyone Dumbledore assigned.
And although it was hardly fair that the boys had gotten off without even being expelled. Draco had stopped arguing one he was given a special necklace that would warn him by warming up if one of the eight boys came within hexing distance of him.
Meanwhile, Ron was hidden behind the curtains of his bed, listening to every word and holding his breath, afraid that they might hear him. For some reason, they kept mentioning a room and a dog of some sort, which sounded very suspicious.
In the end, the boys decided to go through with the kidnapping of Draco. And Ron resolved to get to Harry first.
~~~
Unfortunately, Ron forgot that he and Harry didn't share classes at all on Wednesdays and Harry tended to have a very early breakfast, because Slytherins always practiced Quidditch on Wednesday mornings.
Jerry and the gang got a hold of Draco after practice.
And thus Ron never managed to get to Harry before it happened...
Ron panted as he saw a group of Slytherins watching Harry run out of the Great Hall. Ron quickly ran over to Hermione, ''What happened?!''
''Professor Vector and Professor Sprout said that Draco didn't show up to his classes. Some of the professors are already looking for him.'' Hermione hissed as she gestured for him to sit.
Ron looked at the doors that Harry had left through, ''What happened before Harry left?''
''One of the Gryffindor guys tossed him a note and then ran back. Harry looked really brassed off and then ran out the doors. Ron, I have a bad feeling...''
''Shit.'' Ron muttered and ran after Harry, not bothering to answer back as Hermione yelled something incoherent behind him.
~~~
Ron recalled the boys mentioning the banished third floor and rushed up there. However, he didn't know where Harry was until he heard the creak of a door hinge. He quickly ran down the hall hoping to get to Harry before something bad happened.
''Wait!'' Ron screamed, holding his hand out, as if it could somehow magically keep Harry from going inside.
It worked.
Harry suddenly stopped, not paying attention to the deep darkness before him, and turned his head to look at Ron, ''Ron?''
''It's a trick!'' Ron quickly said as he finally came within a few feet from Harry.
''Then where is he?'' Harry asked, body stiffening in anger.
''They have him.'' Ron said, panting hard as he put his hands on knees.
''Jerry.'' Harry hissed, but just as he was about to continue, they heard a low dangerous growl coming from the black abyss before them.
Ron tensed up and looked around with frightened eyes, ''W-what was that?''
Harry was looking inside the door, ''D-d-d-...dog.''
The growl turned into series of overlapped barks. Ron, upon instinct, pulled Harry out of the doorway, and started to close the door. When Harry finally snapped out of his fear induced paralysis, he quickly rushed over to help Ron close the door on the mad barking dogs. One of the dogs jammed it's oversized muzzles between the doorway and the door and tried to keep it open.
''That jerk!'' Harry yelled as he shoved his shoulder against the door forcefully, ''I could have been killed!''
''I wouldn't doubt he was trying to kill you.'' Ron muttered, putting all his weight on the door. But the three headed dog was huge and they were having a hard time competing with its weight.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes of desperate pushing against the door and being drooled on by the dog, it finally pulled its injured muzzle back in. Then they managed to shut the door and lock it with the spell that Harry had undone earlier with an alohamora.
They both wanted to drop to the ground with exhaustion, but neither thought it was smart to just sit outside the door of a mad, three headed, giant dog.
They both made their way back downstairs, and then separated to get back to their respective towers. Harry went back to retrieve new clothes, his sleeves had gotten a bit ripped and slobbered on by the dog and he was dripping in sweat. Ron was supposed to go back to see if Jerry and his goons were holding Draco and to see if he could try to free him.
But in Harry's fatigued mindless running, he managed to make a wrong turn to the Slytherin tower and found himself a bit lost in the dungeon.
Then he heard Snape talking to someone, his front door was left open slightly, as if he had gone into the room in a rush.
Harry was about to leave Snape alone when he heard Snape's companion say, ''How dare you say that about our Dark Lord. He shall rise again. He's only biding his time!''
''Be that as it may, I cannot give myself away to the old fool! I was lucky to be pardoned by the Ministry for my youthful indiscretions.''
''You are one of us Severus, or have you forgotten?''
''I will not go with you on this ... 'jaunt'. It would raise suspicions...''
''It's not like everyone doesn't know you're a Death Eater.''
''They 'think' that I am one ...''
''It's close enough. Does it really matter?''
''He keeps a close eye on me.''
''You know Severus, from the way you act, one would think that you weren't a Death Eater...'' The man replied lazily. Harry could almost visualize the sneer.
~~~
Harry had managed to get away after that without making any sound, but now his mind was jumbled in thoughts, one of Snape being a Death Eater and one of Draco being in trouble. He stubbornly pushed the thoughts of Snape away, he could think about it later...
He rushed back to his dorm room and changed, making sure to wear something less heavy and rush over to the Gryffindor tower.
He was about to reach a portrait when an arm shot out of the alcove and pulled him in. It was Ron. Harry was breathing heavily, ''Wha- where? Is- he...?''
''He's tied up and screaming up a storm.'' Ron said.
''But I don't hear...''
''One of the older Gryffindors cast a silencing spell.''
''Are they doing anything to him?''
''No, well... not yet, just taunting him, although Jerry looked ready to give him a shiner.'' Ron replied. ''I-I wanted to help but, there's about eight of them in there. I was thinking, maybe the two of us...''
''Would be insane.'' Harrry muttered, ''Come one, lets McGonagall.''
''But...''
''But what? We can't handle this alone!''
''But what if they found out that I was...They might kill me in my sleep.'' Ron replied weakly.
''Then I'll tell her. Go to the library, I won't tell them you're involved.'' Harry said, shoving Ron towards the direction of the library. Ron gave one last hesitant look and headed off.
As Ron started to walk away, Harry ran to get Mrs. McGonagall.
~~~
''Of all the appalling things to do!'' Mrs. McGonagall screamed at the culprits. The eight of them and Harry and Draco were sitting in the headmaster's office.
They were sitting on opposite sides, but Draco was sitting the furthest away from any of them. He looked ready to hex all of them to hell and back. Harry could tell that he was straining to keep his hands on the arms of the chairs so that he wouldn't reach into his robes for his wand.
''...This is the sneakiest and most underhanded thing I've ever seen coming from my own house!'' she continued on her diatribe. Draco's nerves weren't reacting well to her screaming either, his eye were twitch every so often.
Luckily, the headmaster held up a hand and told Mrs. McGonagall to calm down and he would deal with the situation.
Mrs. McGongall sat down, still looking ruffled and ready to spring up yelling again. Dumbledore handed her a cup of tea. And almost as if it were magic, she quickly calmed down.
Harry glanced down warily at his untouched tea. He made a mental note to never take any food that was from the headmaster.
Although...
Harry glanced over at Draco, ''Why don't you have some tea Draco? It's pretty good...''
Luckily Draco had been focusing so intently on his captors that he never noticed that Harry never took a sip. He cast a glare at Harry for his busy body comment and drank some tea.
And just like Professor McGonagall, he stopped looking so tense and his eye stopped twitching. And Harry relaxed a bit himself, he had been reading himself the entire time in case Draco was going to jump up and charge at the Gryffindors with his wand.
Dumbledore then started with the punishments.
Gryffindor's house points had gone into the negatives. Although this made Professor McGonagall sour, she didn't argue against the headmaster.
The boys were given a month of detention, one and a half hour per day with anyone Dumbledore assigned.
And although it was hardly fair that the boys had gotten off without even being expelled. Draco had stopped arguing one he was given a special necklace that would warn him by warming up if one of the eight boys came within hexing distance of him.