AN: Don't own, no money, don't sue
AN: sorry about not updating at all. It was a hesitant first step into the fanfiction world and after rereading it a couple of times online I began to be embarrassed, but now I think that I would like to continue it so here is the second chapter.
Still Flashback
No one made a move. They were all too afraid that if one of them did something it would shatter the dream that all of them were beginning to think was real. The first to break the silence was Harry. "He's gone" was all he could say. Slowly he began to tremble and weep with tears of unimaginable joy. "Harry! This is not the place for that, they're still captives in the house that need our help" said Dumbledore urgently. "Your right, I'm sorry" said Harry as he pulled himself together. Even though Harry had pulled a serious mask back onto his face, he could still feel the joy bubbling up in him ready to explode. He was not the only one either. The almost palpable feeling in the air could only be described as relief. "That's fine Harry, but we must hurry. Sirius, you and I will take the dungeons, Remus and Moody take the ground floor, Harry, you and Severus take the upper bedrooms. Now I want everyone to stick together and for Merlin's sake be careful. They all nodded and set out onto there assigned task. Slowly Harry and Snape moved out of the dungeons and into the main entrance hall of Malfoy manner. It was a beautiful room with a grand staircase and a mammoth chandelier hanging from above. Still with their wands at the ready Snape and Harry moved up the staircase. Harry began to think more about the professor. Since Harry had joined the order and become more serious in classes and about life in general, Snape had come to... not respect him but it was if a truce had been declared between the two. Slowly the top of the stairs approached and the two were faced with two long corridors. "Alright," said Snape. "you take the one on the left and I will take the one on the right. We meet back here in ten minuets, no exceptions.' Harry just nodded and wand at the ready set out along the corridor. Paintings of haughty looking men and women with strikingly blond hair sat in gilded frames glared down at Harry as he went from room to room looking for any one in need. But mostly what he saw was expensive furniture. "This is going no where" exclaimed Harry as he opened what must have been the twentieth door. The corridor still looked just as long, and with no end in sight Harry decided he would try one more door before he would go back to meet Snape. Slowly and cautiously he approached the door just like he had done with all the others. This one felt differently to Harry though. Before opening it Harry put his ear up to the door to listen. "No! No! Stop it! Stop saying those things about me! There just not true, not true." Then the voice just faded away. So Harry could not here it any more. Quickly, Harry drew back from the door and uttered the phrase "Alohomora". But nothing happened. Harry thought about this for a moment and suddenly realized were he was. Malfoy manner was sure to have anti un-locking charms on it's doors. Well if they wanted to play rough so could Harry. Harry stood back from the door and aimed his wand at it while bellowing "Reducto". The spell seemed to halt at the door for a moment and for a second Harry was afraid that it would rebound on him, but sure enough the spell broke through the wards and blasted the door of its hinges. Harry barreled in right after it, wand ready to protect whoever he had heard. But the sight he saw was nothing of what he expected. There lay before his eyes was Draco Malfoy, brused, dirty, and lacking the entire attitude that Harry had come to associate with the blond. He was curled up in a ball on the floor, chains rapped around his wrist and neck. His clothes were torn and looked as if had been wearing them for some time. Even from across the room Harry could tell that he was seriously under weight. As Harry approached Draco he noticed a full length mirror facing him on the opposite wall. There he saw, not his reflection but a stream of people ranging from Lucius Malfoy and his wife Narcissa to Professor Mogonagall all of them cursing the blond that lay before him. Harry slowly moved toward Draco. Hand extended, the only thing that he heard was incoherent mumblings and the occasional "not true" issue forth from the youth. "Malfoy, hey Malfoy, come on snap out of it. It's me Potter. What's going on here?" Slowly and very cautiously Draco poked and eye out from behind his arms that had been shielding his face. It seemed to take a moment to relies that the person talking to him was not in the mirror, but when he did, he shot out of the fetal position and flew at Harry. "Harry, Harry help me please help me. It's not true what their saying about me. Tell them that, tell them." After that he just wrapped his arms around Harry and started bawling into his shoulder. "It's okay Malfoy. Calm down every thing is going to be okay." Harry told the huddled mass that had latched onto him awkwardly before trying to pry him off him. Eventually Draco just sort of fell limp and began to mumble one again. "Merlin!" was the only thing that Harry could think to say. Well, Harry thought about it and he could not very well just leave him hear. So Harry took out his wand and muttered a few small cutting charms to break the chains. "Come on Malfoy, were getting out of here" but the only thing that came out of the blonds mouth was another stream of random mumblings. "Damn it, am I going to have to carry you." No discernable response came. So Harry stooped down to pick up the boy. Harry was just amazed at how light he was. As Harry was about leave the room he gave the mirror one final look and was shocked to see his own image starring back at him. But it was not as he was. The face was twisted with hate and a torrent of slander was being directed at the now nearly unconscious boy in his arms. All he could feel was guilt spread through his body. He stepped up to the mirror and in a quite voice said "You are all wrong" before putting his boot through the mirror and shattering it. Quietly he left the room and walked down the corridor. When he reached the end he saw a near frantic Snape run up to him and begin to rage at him about how he had been gone nearly a half an hour. It was only then that Snape noticed the person in Harry's arms. Snape came to a dead stop in the middle of his tirade. The only thing that Harry could think to say was "Found someone."
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