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Chapter EightA Kidnap

Weeks passed. Harry spent a lot of his free time catching up with Sirius and the rest of it getting to know Draco, in every way.

Christmas was only a month away and exams were in two weeks. Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, trying and failing to read through his Charms notes, but he kept glancing at his watch. Draco had been gone for over an hour. He became restless. What had been bothering his love?

Flashback

"Draco, where are you going?" Harry asked as Draco pushed his chair back from the table in the common room and stood, slowly. Harry imagined that Draco sighed and looked at Harry almost desperately.

"I just need to see Sev. I'll be back soon." Draco said, looking away. Harry's eyes narrowed.

"Why aren't you looking me in the eye. Are you lying?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"No!" Draco protested, looking into Harry's eyes, but squirming slightly. "It's nothing. I promise." Harry relaxed, but only a little, as Draco's eyes seemed to be glistening. But before Harry could reply, Draco had caught him in a passionate kiss. "Just remember that I love you. Now and forever." Draco whispered, before turning and almost running out of the portrait hole.

End Flashback

Harry frowned, remembering the guilty look on Draco's face as he turned to leave.

A few hours later, Harry was still on the same page of notes and decided finally to just give up. He sat on his favourite chair in front of the fire and stared into the flames, intending to wait up until Draco returned. However, the anxiety caught up with him and he promptly fell asleep.

Voldemort was in the cemetery again. Harry recognised the tombstone he had been tied up to and noted that there was a figure there, squirming slightly. He frowned in concentration, realising that he was not looking at himself.

Harry willed himself closer, and immediately recognised the white blond hair. DRACO! His mind screamed as his heart contracted painfully.

Voldemort looked up at Harry, leering.

"So, Harry, will you come to save your lover? Or will you leave him to die? How much do you really love this worthless traitor?" He laughed evilly, before returning his gaze to Draco and saying coldly, "Crucio." Draco screamed; his body writhed in pain and Harry fell over with a thump, the burning pain in his scar making him senseless to everything else. He screamed.

Harry woke, still screaming, on the floor in front of the dying fire. The pain in his scar was still there, but it was less, and he could think clearly. One glance around the common room told him that Draco had not yet returned, and his worst fears were confirmed. Somehow, Voldemort had captured Draco.

Harry collapsed in despair, sobbing hopelessly before even hitting the ground. He didn't look up when he heard footsteps; he didn't care who came.

"Harry! Harry, are you alright, mate? Hermione and I could hear your screams from the dorm… I mean," Ron cleared his throat, "dorms. Yeah, 'cos Hermione was in the girl's-" Ron stopped his rambling abruptly when he saw that Harry wasn't even paying attention.

"Harry, you're…crying!" Hermione said, elbowing Ron out of the way and bustling over to him, producing a tissue and holding it to his nose. Harry sniffled, staring at the floor.

"Harry, what is it? Is it Voldemort?" Ron asked shakily.

Harry didn't know if he'd be able to say it, but he had to try. He had to try to pull himself together, and save Draco. On realising this, he abruptly jumped to his feet.

"He's got Draco!" he shouted. "We have to save him!"

"Oh no," Ron whispered, having suddenly remembered the other part of Trelawney's prediction. His words were lost on Harry and Hermione, and he decided that it was probably best not to tell Harry.

"Harry, how can you be sure this isn't a repeat of what happened at the ministry?" Hermione asked, worriedly, glancing around as if Draco would jump out from behind a chair, yelling "APRIL FOOL!" disheartened, she turned back to Harry, waiting for his answer.

"I just know, Hermione. There's something inside me that's telling me he's in danger. I can feel it. It's a constant ache." Harry choked back tears, then strengthened his resolve, saying, "enough talk. We need to act fast!" He resolutely pushed back all doubts to the back of his mind, and focused on the present.

"Well, I think we should go to Dumbledore. We should at least get some of the order to come with us." Ron walked briskly to the portrait hole, looking back over his shoulder to urge them on. "Are you coming or not?"

Hermione smiled slightly; Harry just shrugged and followed Ron and Hermione out of the common room.

They padded silently to Dumbledore's office, trying to be fast but not wanting to run out of energy too soon; they had the feeling they would need it before the end of the night.

When they arrived, Harry muttered the password ('blood flavoured lollipops') to the stone gargoyle and they jumped onto the staircase as it began moving upwards.

At the top, all three of them immediately began pounding on the door to Dumbeldore's office.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry shouted, "We need to see you right now!"

Surprisingly, the door opened almost straight away.

"I've been waiting for you, Harry. Do come in," said a voice.