Here I am at chapter 3, I think this is the farthest I have gotten in a story in a long time. Well...maybe not, but its better than most my stories.
I would like to thank a new reviewer. Brenda, thank you for correcting my grammar and spelling errors.
Also this has yet to be edited by Lily. So it will probably be further edited later on.
Other than that, read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything directly related to Harry Potter. All rights and characters belong to the wonderfully talented J.K.Rowling.
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Harry awoke to find himself laying comfortably in the couches of the Gryffindor common room.
Yawning loudly, Harry pushed himself off the cushions, and over to where he had left his bags. Hefting them from off the floor, Harry began to climb to the boys dorm.
Feeling extremely winded after climbing such a short distance, knowing he should have taken it at a slower pace, Harry dropped his trunk at the foot of his bed, then flopped down on the soft mattress.
Finally able to relax, Harry began to think about where he had been. It was such a strange place to be in. Being there was like sitting in a room full of people, knowing they were there, but not being able to find them.
Then there was the problem of how Draco Malfoy had ended up in the same area.
Suddenly Harry's mind drifted back to Draco. His soft features outlined by strange lights that illuminated the dark area. It had seemed so comforting, as well as scary and opposing. He felt as though he could get lost in those silver eyes, and never return.
Harry tried to shake these thoughts away. Harry Potter was not a gay person. He didn't want Draco like that.
But then the question arose of where Harry and Draco did stand, on this friendship thing. Would Harry actually be able to believe that this 6th year Slytherin was actually going to be nice to him?
Or would they simply return to their fights, and pretend that nothing of the summer had even happened ?
This was all too much for Harry to be thinking about. So with his mind filled with a million things, and pictures of Draco swirling in his eyes, Harry fell fast asleep.
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Draco awoke to the sound of his mother screaming something at his father. Apparently his father was returning to finish the job of killing his son.
Draco quickly jumped to his feet, running down the hall, and into his room.
Quickly he cast several locking charms, hoping to prevent his father from entering.
Draco knew that he really didn't have a lot of time before his father simply burned the door off the hinges. He needed to find a way out of his house, and soon.
Draco decided that Snape was probably his best possible way out of the immediate area. Walking over to his fireplace, he threw a handful of floo powder into the fireplace, whispering, "Snape's Dungeon."
He quickly shoved his head into the fireplace; suddenly looking out into the cold dungeons that was the Potion master's haven.
"Snape, " He yelled into the room, his voice echoing around the room. When he didn't hear any movement of any sort, he called out for Snape again.
"Professor Snape! Where are you ?"
Once again silence followed his yells. Then Draco saw the door at the far end of the room swing open, and a tall pale skinned Severus Snape run into the room. "Draco?" he said, sounding a bit bewildered. "What are you doing in my fireplace?"
Draco reddened slightly; he had not thought of what he was going to tell Snape once he found him. "Um...I need to ask a favor."
Snape nodded. "You father is attacking you again, isn't he?"
Draco stared in wonder for a moment, then found his mouth again, "Yeah...I guess I should ask how you knew, but that's not really important right now. I simply need to escape him."
Snape nodded. "Well we can't leave you there. I will meet you in the Slytherin Dungeons."
Draco nodded. "Be there as soon as I can, Professor."
Draco pulled his head out of his fire, to find his father standing over him. His eyes widened in horror at the wand pointed at his forehead.
"So you thought you could defy me?" his father hissed. "You thought you could escape!"
Draco felt sure that he was going to be the next victim of the killing curse sometime soon. And to his dismay his wand was sitting across the room from him, on his night stand.
"Crucio," his dad yelled, as searing pain ripped through Draco's body, causing him to writhe on the floor, unable to resist the screams escaping his lips.
His father bent over so his face was but a few inches from Draco's. "I am going to torture you so much you will wish you were never born."
Draco was on the brink of blacking out, when the pain left his body. He opened his eyes to find Snape standing over him, his father in a body bind on the floor.
Narcissa ran into the room, taking Lucius's wand from his now stiff hands. "Thank you Severus," she whispered, as she past him to Draco's side.
"Honey are you alright?" she cooed, rubbing her face against Draco's neck. "He didn't hurt my precious dragon, did he?"
Draco smiled softly. His mother had always been the one who cared about him and tended to his wounds after several beatings from his father.
"No mom," he said softly, wrapping his arms around his mothers neck, breathing in the perfume she always wore. "I'm fine."
Snape shuffled his feet quietly next to them. "Well Mr. Malfoy, if you are just about done now, I believe we should get you out of this house before your father awakens."
Draco nodded, getting to his feet, and heading for his large trunk in the corner. He lifted his wand from his stand, aiming it at a large pile of clothes in the corner of the room. "Pack," he said with a commanding voice.
The clothes immediately levitated off the floor, folding themselves, landing in Draco's trunk. Once they were all inside, Draco closed the lid and moved it to the fireplace.
Suddenly a thought struck Draco. "Mom, you should come with me. If you're here when the hex wears off dad, he will kill you."
Narcissa nodded. "Your right my little dragon." She hurried into the next room, returning holding her wand, followed closely by a levitated trunk. "I will have the house elves bring the rest of my clothes tomorrow."
Draco nodded, pushing his trunk into the fireplace, as Severus and Narcissa pulled themselves inside next to him. Then Snape sprinkled the floo powder over their heads.
"Slytherin Dungeons." And in a flash of green fire, Malfoy Mansion was only a memory.
