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A/N This chapter at first led to a sequel, No longer because I can't write the sequel anymore and I don't wish to continue it. So now, I finish off the story and I might add one more chapter in. I have no clue what I'm going to do. Thasnk you to all the readers when this story first ended.
Harry walked with Ron through the empty classrooms on the sixth corridor not realizing that the last time he did this Boot had first raped him. But that wasn't on Harry's mind at the moment, no. Ron's weird behavior was.
"Ron what the fuck is wrong with you and talking to Hermione like that?" Harry asked, turning to look Ron in the face.
"Nothing's wrong Harry. Oh no, nothing's wrong." Harry heard Ron say before he looked in Ron's face and his retort died in his throat.
Ron's face shifted, his hair grew darker and darker and his eyes less blue, shifting from Ron to Boot and at once Harry understood Ron's horrible behavior, and he was scared stiff. "No." Harry whispered as Boot moved closer to him. Boot had been Ron all along.
Harry watched in plain horror as Boot came closer to him, and he didn't know which way to run first. Boot seemed to have managed to get his slimy paws on Ron, and however it happened, Harry just knew he had to get away and find his friend.
Boot had blocked off the exit, and Harry soon realized he'd have to find a way to get free of him. Harry made a move to run around Boot, only to find himself thrown to the floor with Boot on top of him. He let out a sob of frustration and fear.
"I've waited Harry, you are mine after all. I'll take what's mine now. No blonde idiot to take you from me now." Boot said in his ear, and made a move to take Harry's clothes off.
Harry wasn't scared anymore, only determined to find a way to get out of Boot's grasp to his wand, tucked safely in his robes. Boot only had one hand while fumbling with his pants, so Harry took the moment to break his weakened grip and make a run for his wand.
Harry struggled with his wrists, and once he felt Boots grip slip a bit, he threw his arms apart and with one hand he dived for his wand. Boot was now using his hands to try and detain Harry, but once Harry felt his hand ensnare his wand, he whipped it out into Boot's face and screamed the first word that came to mind.
"Adficio." Draco had taught him that one. It would sap all the energy from its target. Harry watched in astonishment as Boot's features seemed to darken, his eyes sunk in as if he had not slept in days. The spell was taking its course.
Harry didn't know the end result, as he had not preformed this spell on Draco. But when he saw it he was somewhat disgusted. Boot could not move, he looked very tired, and seemed to just lay there on the floor like a log. Harry got up shakily to his feet, unsure of what to do next.
He ran out of the room, not sure of what to do, only that he had to find someone.
Draco found it very odd to hear something pounding from a broom cupboard and a muffled cry for "Help." It sounded dreadfully like the Weasel, and he wondered if the redhead had been stupid enough to insult Harry and get himself locked in a broom cupboard.
Draco found it oddly entertaining to think that, but decided to be nice and open the door. He grasped the knob and pulled. The door would not budge. Draco frowned. Harry would not have put a locking charm on a door…
Draco mumbled a spell to unlock it, and tried to turn the knob again. Yet again his fingers twisted it in vain, finding the cool metal would not move. He whispered a stronger unlocking spell, not alohamora. Yet again, no budge.
Draco started to fear that Harry was not the one who had locked this door, and tried an even stronger unlocking spell and found the door pushed free, and a very angry yet terrified Ron Weasley tumbled out of the cupboard.
"No bloody time to explain Malfoy, we have got to find Harry, and we have got to do it now." And with that he, not even bothering to wipe the dust off his robes, ran down the stone hallway, Draco at his heels.
Harry found Professor Snape first, and the greasy man was staring at him with an unreadable expression as he huffed out "Boot, empty classroom, another…. Attack."
Snape seemed to stiffen a bit, before saying "Come along Potter" and robes billowing they made for the way Harry had come. Harry was lost in thoughts of Boot lying there, almost dead, when Ron and Draco ran up to them.
"Harry your alright!" the red head said, looking positively gleeful and embracing Harry in a hard grip. Harry winced a bit, but then realized Boot would not have recovered from the spell that quickly, and judging by the looks of Ron, he'd been locked up somewhere for awhile.
"Ron…" Harry choked. He felt bad, Ron could have been in who knows what trouble and Harry had blindingly believed that Boot had been Ron, even when he acted like a complete bastard. Granted Ron could act like a complete bastard, but he'd always come around after awhile, and usually never dared to insult Hermione.
"I'm sorry Ron, I didn't know… Oh god what happened?" Harry asked, and sprinted a bit to keep up with Snape, who was talking to Draco in a hushed tone, saying something about 'finally got him.'
"Boot came up behind me a few days ago and knocked me out on the head. I don't remember a thing after insulting him, other then black. I woke up a few hours ago in a dusty cupboard. It was the worst wake up call I ever had, all that sneezing." Ron said lightly.
Harry didn't know how Ron could make him feel like smiling when Boot had just made another attempt to rape him, but it happened.
"I'm sorry.." Harry whispered but then suddenly Draco was in front of him glaring at him with cold gray eyes.
"Potter, nothing that happened was your fault, so stop apologizing already. It's bloody annoying." Harry blushed and shut his mouth. Ron glared at Draco, who just turned around.
Harry didn't know why Draco was acting a bit coldly to him, but as soon as he realized where their feet had taken them he knew. They were at the sixth corridor finally.
"Potter, which classroom?" Snape asked harshly, and Harry pointed it out, and Snape walked briskly over to it, shouting out, "Stupify!" with his wand pointed at an unseen target.
Harry moved closer to the room, seeing Boot had finally regained most of his energy, but dark circles still painted his eyes. "Mister Potter, I think this attempt will make it known to those imbeciles at the ministry that Terry Boot is too dangerous to be around you." Snape said, looking somewhat proud with himself at catching Boot in the act.
Harry on the other hand just wanted to fall down to the ground and be thankful it might now be all over.
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