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Draco Malfoy hated mornings. Who doesn't? But Draco had a secret to waking up every morning happy. And they were lying right next to him. No matter how tired or worn out he was, he'd just roll over and hug Harry's warm body close to his, and everything felt right again.
But this morning, something was wrong. Rolling over quickly, Draco blinked confusedly. The bed was cold and empty. But Harry, Harry never left him there in the mornings. He always woke him up. So where was he? Draco slid quickly out of bed and pulled some clothes on, not really paying attention. Maybe Harry was just still frazzled about the letter, the situation….Dumbledore. Not paying attention to where he was going, Draco walked quickly down the corridors. So when he found himself standing outside of Professor Minerva McGonagall's private quarters, he blinked, surprised. Pushing the heavy wooden door open with out knocking, Draco glanced around, his mind still on Harry and his disappearing act. Spotting Minerva bent over a desk on the opposite side of the dark room, he headed over towards him.
"How many times have I told you to knock, Draco!" Minerva said quietly without looking up.
"A good many, but this time I felt it was rather important." Draco moved around the other side of the desk and stared at the square pieces of cardboard Minerva was examining.
"And what, might I ask, did you find so urgent?" Tearing his gaze from the desk, Draco stared at the top of Minerva's head.
"Harry. I mean, Harry wasn't there this morning when I got up. I'm worried about him." Minerva nodded, still staring unblinkingly at the cardboard.
"We're all worried about Mr. Potter, Draco. And you must admit that circumstances of recent may have left him feeling….uncomfortable. Besides, he's been around us none stop since he arrived. That alone must have been awkward. I mean he's just spent years hiding away from us in another country, not really having too much contact with anyone, and now he's surrounded 24/7." Glancing up briefly, Minerva nodded at Draco's confused and worried face.
"I've never really thought about it that way. But all that does is make me worry more."
"Yes, well, now you know how the rest of us feel. And now, with Dumbledore…..gone, it just makes everything even more stressed. And the disappearance of Severus Snape and Remus Lupin. It appears that our staff members are dropping like flies."
"So what do you suppose I do, Minerva?" Sighing, Draco reached out to touch the pieces of brown material on the desk, just to have his hand smacked gently by the professor.
"I honestly don't know, Draco. Just leave things as they are, and let Harry have some time to himself. There's nothing else you really can do for now."
"What are you examining, Minerva, and was it necessary to bruise my poor little hand?" Grunting, Minerva straightened and glared at the desk.
"Yes, Draco, it was very necessary. And I'm not sure what I'm examining and know nothing about other than that fact that its cardboard and it killed the great Albus Dumbledore."
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Harry stared at the building with the numbers 517 written in dark script on the side of the railing. This was it? Well….it was kind of anticlimactic. A small, two story house in the middle of a run down neighbor hood in the middle of London? Reminded Harry a little of Grimmauld Place. Looking around for traps for hidden Death Eaters, Harry walked slowly towards the porch. Harry shook his head thinking 'Hell, if I defeated the Dark Lord, how bad could this be!'. He was soon to find out.
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A/N I am now off most of my meds and feeling much better! I know, I know, another filler chapter, but I had to set up the next chapter cause its really long and it's the first chapter where things actually start happening. I'm warning you now, someone very dear to our hearts dies. Sad, but true. Now review and whisper sweet little nothing in my ear….