Run And Hide Chapter 3: Sleepovers Are Fun :D, a harry potter fanfic

Run And Hide

Harry blinked. When he was barely 12, he had found a house elf bouncing on his bed and was quite shocked due to the fact that he had never seen or heard of a house elf. But this time, a much more shocking, and a rather more repulsive thing was sitting on his bed staring at him as Harry stood by the door, trying to think of what to say. After what felt like a few long minutes however, all he blurt out was:

"So then, what the bloody hell are you doing here?"

It was now or never. So Draco, swallowing his pride with all the might he could muster, said, "I don't like you Potter, as a matter of fact, I despise you to the depths of deepest loathing...and you love me no less." This might not have been a smart thing to say to someone who you were trying to find hospitality in, and in any other situation Harry probably would have attacked Draco the moment he had stepped foot into the house, but extreme curiousity has held Harry back from his wand. "Well I'm sure you recall our pleasant little encounter in the bathroom just last year, and I recall your touching apology for it while I was...unconcious." (Harry flushed at this.) "So I took up the offer and came to talk since I'm sure you heard about the fun little incident with Dumb Ol' Bore up in the tow----"

At this, Harry leapt to his feet, his wand out, about ready to hex Draco, but Draco was faster and already had his own wand to Harry's neck.

"Don't you dare, don't YOU DARE INSULT DUMBLEDORE IN FRONT OF ME!", Bellowed Harry.

It even seems as though Hedwig had retorted to this, she was now flapping her wings madly and hooting loudly, clicking her beak every now and then. Out of anger, or out being startled was the mystery. Draco just scoffed at the now shaking Harry and continued on.

"---er at Hogwarts when the I let Death Eaters in. Well when Snape killed 'im, he was disobeying the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord told him not to, told him to let me do it because he had no intention of Dumb O---Dumbledore being killed, he wanted me to die, in vengance for my father letting himself become imprisoned in Azkaban. But...but Snape, he made the Unbreakable Vow with my mother to do what the Dark Lord had assigned for me because even she was confident that I would be killed, well I could've killed him, something was weak in him that night, he had no wand, he just sat there defensless...I didn't much want to honestly. Not that I ever cared for Dumbledore, but it was just...hard for some reason. But I had to because the Dark Lord he -- he said he would kill me and my parents if I backed out. I was trapped. Not to mention that if I would have, I would have spared Severus an even worse fate than he already had, and annoying as he is----I guess----I still kind of---liked the git. But Dumbledore gave me an offer, he did. He said he could hide me and my mum and my dad too. He could----"

"---make it look like the Order had killed you and hide you more effectively than you can possibly imagine." Harry finished, "Yeah, I know, I was there that night, Professer Dumbledore made me invisible and mute. And before the others came out, I saw you drop your wand a bit...it looked like you were really going to give in to the light. Were you?"

Draco looked away abit, as if it were his darkest, most humiliating secret and muttered in a low tone, "Yes...and thats why I need your help."

Draco's icy blue eyes looked up and immediatly met Harry's eyes of startling green. Harry nodded and lowered his wand. Draco lowered his too. There was a long pause as the two boys stared at each other, their past image of hatred and dislike towards each other, though still quite strong, now felt somewhat distorted with a tinge confusion mingled in with their sea of despise. The moment left them soon enough however. Harry then darted to his table by the window, grabbed a parchment made ready on the corner of the oak table, got out a quill and some ink and dipped the tip of the quill in.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked in a tone that indicated suspicion.

"I'm writing to Lupin." Harry said distractedly, "Telling him what happened and that your here, so the Order can work something out. Mind you, I'd rather your placement be sorted out quick, I really wouldnt prefer you stay here. I hate you Malfoy," Harry growled, turning his head to look at Draco, "But Dumbledore wished it, he laid there in pain for a rather long while trying to convince you to it. And so long as you don't pull any Death Eater bullshit Malfoy, I'm going to do this for Dumbledore, not for you, but for Dumbledore."

"Feh, whatever Pothead, I'll just be sleepin on your bed tonight then!" Malfoy smirked and leapt onto Harrys bed, pulling the sheets over him.

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Narcissa hid in the small, spidery corner of her old walk-in closet, curled up in a ball, shivering. She looked as hysterical as ever, her face looking particulary tear stained. Its was a cold corner, but so long as it hid her from him. The cruel man who has taken the form of her beloved to taunt and haunt her. She didn't know what he wanted, was this some sort of cruel joke? The real Severus was never going to return, she had known this long ago...so why had she remained in that world of waiting? If she had really believed him to be gone, why hadn't she moved on with her life? Was this what she has been despreatley searching for out of that window she had pasted herself upon?

"Narcissa..."

'Oh Merlin, hes coming closer...'

"Narcissa, its only me love...its only Severus..."

Narcissa tightened her ball of invisibility, or, at least, she wished it to be.

"...I love you."

That was it. Loud wails begun emitting from Narcissa once again. Then running footsteps. A door flinging wide open. A man, hook nosed and pale---he reaches out to grab her hand. But then green, a brilliant light of green. The man screams like Narcissa. And another man blonde haired and raging, red splatters scatter. He grabs for Narcissa too. Then she knew no more.

Draco awoke drowsily in the morning. He felt sore. The reason why, Draco found out when he looked up. It would seem that he no longer was lying on the soft springy bed he recalled falling asleep on, instead he lay sprawled on the hardwood floor as if he had been pushed off it... 'Potter..' Draco scowled as he looked to the bed to see Harry laying on it, peacefully resting.

Draco scoffed, well if Potter dared to treat his guest that way then he was in store for a much ruder awakening.

About an hour later, Harry awoke with a jolt and screamed in absolute terror.

AN: Sorry this chapter was a bit short...hooray for cliffangers!

Disclaimer: I own nada.