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Chapter six: The journey really begins

Harry scowled at Malfoy but Malfoy just smiled back.

"Why do you want to help me?" Harry asked, as Malfoy turned his back to Harry and muttered something, his wand outstretched into the darkness.

"Why, Potter?" Malfoy asked, spinning back around. "Because, Potter, without you this whole world is doomed."

Harry looked suspiciously at Draco. "You actually care about someone other than yourself?"

Malfoy laughed. "Of course not Potter, but, in some weird, tangled up way, this does involve me and I would prefer to be on this earth as long as I can and without you, my existence is… limited."

He thought about the last word carefully just as a breeze began to pick up. Harry looked into the distance, past the bright blonde hair on Malfoy's head and into the darkness. He could hear almost nothing, just a slight slit in the surrounding silence. Soon, two dark objects could be seen coming towards them, slowly but surely getting bigger.

It took Harry a while to figure out what they were but as they got closer he began to smile. One of the things zoomed up to Harry and landed in his hands perfectly and Harry looked down at it as if it was the best present he had ever got at Christmas.

"Potter and his broom, reunited once again." Malfoy said, the other spectacular broom resting in Malfoy's right hand.

Harry looked down at his broom. He had been sorry that he had had to leave it behind. When he checked in at the place he had been staying at, they had taken it off him (with some difficulty) so that if he for some reason could not pay for his stay there, they could… well… you know. He had known as he had run out of that place that he would never see it again as he couldn't exactly go and waltz into the security vault and wave to the security guard who was reading the paper, could he? Maybe being with Malfoy was some use after all.

Malfoy mounted his broom and looked at Harry.

"You can't take all this stuff. Just the bare essentials. Trust me; it is better in the long run." And with that Malfoy pushed hard off the cold concrete pavement and soared of into the darkness of the night.

Harry, not really wanting to be left behind, picked up a couple of things after letting Hedwig fly out of her cage and pushed of the ground. It was nice to feel the wind on his face again, not the wind that comes when you're running away from something but the wind that gives you that feeling of hope and joy, that was the wind that Harry was soaring through. Malfoy on the other hand, looked determined and didn't want to enjoy himself but Harry could see that somewhere behind the wall that Malfoy had put between them, there was a struggle.

Harry looked away from Malfoy and went back to filling himself in the wind, somehow knowing that everything would now be okay.

Harry landed his two feet on the ground after two or so hours of flying. The sensation the wind had given him had gone after a little while, just leaving the uncomfortable silence between himself and Malfoy. It was good to feel his feet on the ground again.

Harry looked around. He was, just as before, in the middle of nowhere. About this, he wasn't exactly happy.

"So where are we now?" Harry asked rather forcefully, being slightly annoyed by the long, silent trip and the fact that it had led to nowhere.

"We are exactly where we need to be."

Harry was rather annoyed at this response but did not reply, hoping that somehow Malfoy hadn't gone mad. And then Malfoy, got off his broom, dumped it on the ground and started walking away.

Okay, maybe Malfoy had gone mad.

Harry picked up his stuff, letting Hedwig land on his shoulder and followed Malfoy away. Harry was just getting bored of walking around seeing nothing but tiny pieces of grass that he was sure was mocking him when Malfoy stopped. Of course, Harry hadn't expected this and kept walking right into him.

Harry fell to the ground, covering the lower half of his body in some sort of mud-like substance. Harry looked at his hands that were completely covered in sticky, oozy mud and shivered. He didn't even want to know what that was.

Malfoy seemed unaffected and just continued staring into the darkness. But as Harry looked around and looked the way Malfoy was staring, but realised something.

Yep, it was true. Malfoy was mad.

There only two hundred metres away was the one, the only…