I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
this is my first fanfic so please BE NICE WHEN YOU REVIEW XP
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Chapter 4: The Mission
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"Mmmph," muttered Draco into his pillow.
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Bloody owl, Draco thought as he kicked the sheets off of his legs and made his way for the window. He passed his clock on the way and noticed that it was only six thirty in the morning. He flung open the window and let the owl in, cursing it as it flew by.
"You couldn't wait, could you?" The owl tutted as it flew to it's cage. Draco slammed shut the iron door and sat down on the edge of his bed, glaring out the window. Why did he feel so miserable? He couldn't understand, but than he remembered.
Potter, and he stood up ruffling his hand through his hair. He sighed deeply as he stretched and made his way to the shower, deciding to get ready for his trip to Godrics Hollow.
Once refreshed, cleaned, and donned with fresh clothing, Draco grabbed his robes, and a satchel of gold from the closet. He made his way downstairs. He sat at the desk in his hall way, pondering over a map of sorts that was resting on top of it.
"I can apparate there, but how to get him back..." Draco pondered out loud, pointing to the map. "Ah!" There was a wizarding train station that was about a mile from the Hollow, "And that can get us to Hogsmeade," Draco said aloud, excited that he had figured out a method. He looked at the clock above the door when it chimed eight times.
"Well, here we go, the start of my wonderful day." Draco sighed and closed his eyes, and with a loud CRACK he was gone and with another loud one, he was on top of a dusty bed.
"Dammit!" he said loudly to himself, and brushed himself off. He climbed off the bed and ventured into the unfamiliar hall way.
Who the hell is there? I warn you, I have a gun." He heard from the second floor, as he made his way to the stairs. What the hell is a gun? He thought, but he couldn't find out as he was in the most indescribable pain he had ever felt before.
"AHH!" he screamed as he flew backwards out of the pain, but only hit his head hard on the wall, and than, everything went very dark as Draco heard a faint, "Shit," muttered from somewhere.
Those silly, naive wizards with their "What's a gun..." wait... what's a gun? plays with wand
And lucky you... two chapters at once. This makes up for my cruelty at NOT UPDATING... euh... so sorry but school is starting soon and my summer reading project hadn't begun until a few days ago. I am a huge procrastinator... I promise a new chapter soon... we need some interaction with teh boys... hmmm