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AN: Hello yall. Sorry for the long wait. Chapters will be sporadic and I am not sure when they will come, but here is a new one.
Still Flashback
Snape could only goggle at the pair in front of him. "What did you do to him!" he cried irrationally. Harry could only give him a disbelieving look that clearly said "I have been gone ten minutes, how the hell could I have done this?" At the look on Harry's face Snape sobered quickly and muttered something that sounded like an apology under his breath. "Well give him to me then," said Snape. "We don't need you worsening his condition." He quickly relieved Harry of his burden and set Draco down on the plush carpeting completely ignoring Harry.
Harry was a bit stunned to say the least. To have gone from a biting remark to an apology (even if it was only mumbled) to back to another remark and now the man who Harry had only know to be as cold as a arctic winter was meticulously going over Draco in search of any hidden ailments was quite strange. But not only was he a little affronted at Snape's remark about him further damaging Draco, he also felt a sudden loss in his arms that he could not name. Harry stood in the background quietly while Snape further checked over Draco. "What are you still doing here? Go and finish checking the rooms." Snape said without looking. Harry who had been staring at Draco's gaunt face broke out of his trance and nodded in ascension as he turned around and started back down the corridor. "And be back in another ten minutes this time or I'll allow Filch to break out some of his favorite punishment items." Harry remembered the time when he had been in Filch's office and he had seen the manacles hanging from the ceiling. He shuddered and continued walking down the hall.
Ignoring the rooms he had already visited he started to some of the new ones. Room after room Harry looked in to fine nothing but furniture and items he was unsure of and thought best to avoid them. "This is pointless!" Harry exclaimed. Finally he reached the end of the hall. The final door was a large double door made of ebony wood that was so black that from a distance Harry mistook the door to be made of stone. Slowly he approached the door. His senses were heightened with the tension of the situation. Harry put his hand up to the door half expecting to meet some sort of spell in the form of a ward or charm protecting the door, but he met no resistance and slowly pushed the door open.
Upon opening the door the lights of the room turned on to a soft glow. Harry entered the room and was dazzled by the beauty of it. The room was round with a domed ceiling. Harry looked at the walls and there was a mural of what appeared to be a garden in spring complete with fairies, fauns, nymphs, and a stream running through it. There was a grand fire place on one side that must have been as tall as Harry was. A four poster bed sat in the center of the room. Harry approached it and saw the whole thing was furnished in black and pale green silk beddings with a large Slytherin crest on the center of the duvet. Past the bed he saw two doors.
He approached one door and slowly opened it only to be greeted with the largest walk-in closet Harry had ever seen. Fine wizard robes made of all types of fabric hung on one side. Harry even thought he spied a full set of dragon hide light battle armor in the back. On the opposite side were all the latest in muggle fashion. Tailored suits and Diesel jeans seemed to be a favorite of who ever owned this closet. Slowly Harry backed out of the closet and closed the door behind him. He moved to the next room and found the second most luxurious bathroom he had ever seen (the first being the Prefects bathroom) but this one was not far off. Black marble was the décor and a tub large enough to fit four people in was surrounded by unlit candles. Harry was momentarily stunned as he backed out of the room and just gazed around.
After living as he had for so many years, such opulence for one person was staggering. Harry suddenly remembered Snape's warning and all thoughts of the room left Harry as an image of the chains flashed in his head. "Oh Shit!" Harry yelled as he bolted from the room. Harry raced down the hall and was greeted with an only slightly annoyed Snape, which for Snape in Harry's opinion was almost happy. "No other people were there. How is Malfoy?" Snape gave Harry a queer eye at his question but answered none the less. "He will be fine. He is suffering from malnutrition and it appears a prolonged period of verbal abuse. Not that it is any concern of yours." Harry bristled at that comment but remembered that he had neglected to tell Snape about the mirror. I'll tell him after I have had a chance to talk about it first with Draco…. Wait! Where did that come from? Malfoy. Malfoy. Malfoy. That is his name. Well I guess that I will just have to ponder this whole situation further when we get back. Snape picked up Draco and the three of them went to rejoin the group.