Harry couldn't help how fast his feet raced towards the park. It would
only be a matter of moments before he could be with Krys for hours on end!
Running his fingers nervously through his hair he rounded the gate and
moved his emerald eyes towards the shade of the large oak tree. His heart
stopped and jumped clear into his throat when his eyes laid to rest upon a
horrible sight. He felt each muscle freeze on contact before his blood
boiled over as he raced to his love's rescue.
"Harry...!" Krys's strangled cry came from somewhere behind a trio of darkly- cloaked, hunched figures.
Harry involuntarily whipped out his wand from a side pocket on his jeans as he sprinted to the rescue. The intruders seemed to perk with interest at the mention of Harry's name. Harry gritted his teeth in anger and advanced towards the group aiming his wand menacingly at the intruders. While barking orders to the other two, one of the kidnappers turned towards Harry, the true target of this attack, and a wand appeared within its darkly gloved hand.
"Saint Potter," scowled the lone figure as he stalked towards Harry, "I knew you'd come to save the day, as always."
"Malfoy," Harry uttered, knowing only one person who had granted him that nickname. The white-blond, devilishly handsome face of Draco Malfoy, Harry's enemy from school, appeared to the evening light from under his hood. "You know this is illegal! The Ministry of Magic would..."
"Shut up, Potter. It's not like you never bent the rules a bit..." Malfoy turned his ice blue eyes over his shoulder to glance at the terrified Krys who seemed to be giving the other two figures some trouble keeping her attached to the spare broomstick. "Crabbe, Goyle, hurry up a bit!"
While Malfoy was distracted, Harry tried to spring to Krys's rescue but was quickly blocked by the opposing wizard. Malfoy had planted the tip of his wand right between Harry's green eyes. "I don't think so, Potter. Your business is with me."
"Don't you dare lay a hand on her, Malfoy," Harry shook with anger as his fingers curled tightly around the handle of his wand, feeling as if he could splinter it into a thousand pieces. "Or I'll break every limb in your body with my bare hands..."
Malfoy smirked. "Ooo...handing out threats now are you? Tsk, tsk, Potter. You know better than that." He taunted, circling around Harry as a predator would before pouncing upon its prey. He moved close to Krys's side and hungrily gave her a lengthy once-over. "You see...I've taken quite a liking to Krystina..."
Harry absolutely fumed. His fingernails sliced into the sensitive skin of his palm, but his body had gone numb. The phoenix-feather wand in hand shook from the overwhelming that throbbed in his veins. "You wouldn't dare..."
Smiling lustily, Malfoy ran his fingers up Krys's arm and caressed her cheek, as if he owned her. "Sad really. That she is a muggle and all... But I'm surprised at your good taste in women, Potter."
A sharp ting hit the air making way for what seemed like a sonic boom. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were projected in random directions around the park grounds and fell to the ground in lumpy heaps. That moment stood still for Harry and seemed like a lifetime. He had felt such a force course through him that he dropped to his knees. It had felt as if he had fallen 50 feet and had the wind knocked out of him.
Gasping for breath, Harry brought himself to his feet and stumbled over to Krys who had passed out when the Slytherin trio had become airborne. Gingerly taking her limp body into his arms, he waved his wand and said an incantation which freed Krys from her bindings. He didn't care that he was going to leave a magical mess behind, the Ministry of Magic officials would take care of it. There was only one think on Harry's mind at the moment. Fighting back tears, he cradled her lovingly within his strong arms and headed for number four Privet Drive.
"Harry...!" Krys's strangled cry came from somewhere behind a trio of darkly- cloaked, hunched figures.
Harry involuntarily whipped out his wand from a side pocket on his jeans as he sprinted to the rescue. The intruders seemed to perk with interest at the mention of Harry's name. Harry gritted his teeth in anger and advanced towards the group aiming his wand menacingly at the intruders. While barking orders to the other two, one of the kidnappers turned towards Harry, the true target of this attack, and a wand appeared within its darkly gloved hand.
"Saint Potter," scowled the lone figure as he stalked towards Harry, "I knew you'd come to save the day, as always."
"Malfoy," Harry uttered, knowing only one person who had granted him that nickname. The white-blond, devilishly handsome face of Draco Malfoy, Harry's enemy from school, appeared to the evening light from under his hood. "You know this is illegal! The Ministry of Magic would..."
"Shut up, Potter. It's not like you never bent the rules a bit..." Malfoy turned his ice blue eyes over his shoulder to glance at the terrified Krys who seemed to be giving the other two figures some trouble keeping her attached to the spare broomstick. "Crabbe, Goyle, hurry up a bit!"
While Malfoy was distracted, Harry tried to spring to Krys's rescue but was quickly blocked by the opposing wizard. Malfoy had planted the tip of his wand right between Harry's green eyes. "I don't think so, Potter. Your business is with me."
"Don't you dare lay a hand on her, Malfoy," Harry shook with anger as his fingers curled tightly around the handle of his wand, feeling as if he could splinter it into a thousand pieces. "Or I'll break every limb in your body with my bare hands..."
Malfoy smirked. "Ooo...handing out threats now are you? Tsk, tsk, Potter. You know better than that." He taunted, circling around Harry as a predator would before pouncing upon its prey. He moved close to Krys's side and hungrily gave her a lengthy once-over. "You see...I've taken quite a liking to Krystina..."
Harry absolutely fumed. His fingernails sliced into the sensitive skin of his palm, but his body had gone numb. The phoenix-feather wand in hand shook from the overwhelming that throbbed in his veins. "You wouldn't dare..."
Smiling lustily, Malfoy ran his fingers up Krys's arm and caressed her cheek, as if he owned her. "Sad really. That she is a muggle and all... But I'm surprised at your good taste in women, Potter."
A sharp ting hit the air making way for what seemed like a sonic boom. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were projected in random directions around the park grounds and fell to the ground in lumpy heaps. That moment stood still for Harry and seemed like a lifetime. He had felt such a force course through him that he dropped to his knees. It had felt as if he had fallen 50 feet and had the wind knocked out of him.
Gasping for breath, Harry brought himself to his feet and stumbled over to Krys who had passed out when the Slytherin trio had become airborne. Gingerly taking her limp body into his arms, he waved his wand and said an incantation which freed Krys from her bindings. He didn't care that he was going to leave a magical mess behind, the Ministry of Magic officials would take care of it. There was only one think on Harry's mind at the moment. Fighting back tears, he cradled her lovingly within his strong arms and headed for number four Privet Drive.