Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns everything, except for this fanfic. (Yay! I actually own something :)
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Hermione squeezed Harry's cold, limp hand gently, forcing a smile on her face. She only just managed to silence Draco's screaming, and put him into bed. The blonde was currently asleep, completely worn out from all of the thrashing about and yelling he was doing.
Harry's face was blank, his eyes puffy and red from crying. He stared blankly at the intricate designs of the carpet on the living room floor, face betraying what he was feeling inside. His heart still hurt, and he felt even more guilt-ridden than he did before seeing Draco again. He honestly didn't expect that kind of reaction. Harry knew that Draco wouldn't be the slightest bit happy to see him right now, but he believed, deep inside, that Draco would somehow know that it truely was him, and not just some phoney, look-alike, polyjuiced version of him. And he then knew that his beliefs were pretty pathetic and stupid.
"Harry?" Hermione said softly. The raven-haired boy turned his head and looked at her, and though his tired face was blank, his emerald eyes were shining with hurt, sadness and guilt (I love saying that word. :P). "Do you still want to go to Azkaban?"
He nodded weakly, and stood up from the couch. "Do we apparate there?" He asked weakly. Hermione too, stood up, and grabbed two cloaks that were hanging on the coak hangers. "Yeah. I mean, we can't floo there or anything, can we?" (A/U: I don't actually know HOW to get to Azkaban, so just pretend you DO need to apparate. XD)
Harry shrugged and took the long, midnight black cloak Hermione held out to him and put it on. Hermione did the same, again, and told him to put the hood on. Harry did so, not bothering to ask why, and stayed beside her.
"You ready?" She asked him, face slightly worried. Harry nodded, and forced a grin on his face. The witch held out her hand to him, and he took it, his hands still cold and clammy from earlier. And then, with a loud crack, the two disappeared into thin air.
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Once at Azkaban, Harry looked around him and shivered. It was dark, cold and creepy. The walls were made of dark bricks, and there was almost no lights in the prison, save for a few torches on the walls and the light coming from the small windows, which were pretty much only large, long holes in the walls. (A/U Bad description, I know, but I'm not too good at this kind of thing, so forgive my pathetic describing.)
Hermione let go of his hand, and motioned for him to follow her. He did so, and trailed behind her, a few steps behind, and could only stare at the mess on the concrete floor; rats were running about, fighting over the small scraps of food left there, and there were many puddles of water, which Harry expected to be there, since Azkaban was in the middle of the sea. The loud clicking noises of their heels on the floor was unnerving, and made Harry feel uncomfortable.
But despite that, he continued to follow Hermione (Not like he had any other chance) through a large beaten oak door, and then right up to the prison guards (Not demetors. Human guards.) who were standing guard before heavy iron bars hanging from the ceiling. The clicking noises stopped as they stood before the two guards, a few rats and mice scurrying across the floor, a few sniffing Hermione's shoes before running away again. The witch fidgeted around, uncomfortable, since she didn't like mice that much. (A/U: Fidgeted. Is that even a word?)
The two tall, bulky figures inspected them closely under hooded figures, just like Hermione did. She looked them up and down, wondering how tall they got.
The raven-haired boy didn't want to raise his head to see try and see them properly, so he hung his head, and looked at his feet, seeing as he had nothing else to stare at but the mice and rats running around, so he just chose to look at his shoes, which were clean, unlike the floor, which wasn't.
Then, the guard on the right held up a hand, preventing them from moving any further, but not that Harry felt like moving any further anymore. This place was giving him the creeps and he wasn't even here for more then five minutes.
"Halt," the large man said gruffly. "Who goes by?" Hermione removed her hood, and Harry did the same, face still pointed at the ground, though his eyes were looking up at the guard.
"Hermione Granger and Harry Potter," the witch said, a quiver in her usually confident and strong voice. Harry merely stood still, watching the two huge men with unwavering eyes. Harry somehow knew that the two huge, giant-like men raised their eyebrows at this, since he just remembered that only Hermione and, well, sort of Draco, knew he was back.
"Who do you wish to see?" The one on the left suddenly said, cutting off the other, who opened his mouth to speak. Hermione glanced at Harry, and quickly said something that the emerald-eyed boy didn't catch. The two bulky men grunted, and one said, " You have half an hour, an' no more then that." Hermione nodded, and took a step back as one of the prison guards lifted the iron bars with a spell, and then held it up for them to walk through.
"Make sure not to touch anything," The one of the left said as they walked past them. The other guard, however, went with the smaller witch and wizard, leading them to the prison cell. "Yes alright," Hermione said quickly, glancing back at the now lone prison guard.
Harry and Hermione walked silently behind the tall man before them, staring at the starved, nearly dead and pretty much mental prisoners in Azkaban with scared expressions. Hermione went a bit closer to Harry, eyes wide, and walked slightly faster.
After a few minutes of walking and seeing the tortured people behind the rusty bars, the guard stopped in the middle of the hall and turned to the cell on the right, and unlocked it, a few dementors a good ten feet from them, adding a chill to Harry's bones. "Here you are," The guard said. "Don't take too long now." Hermione shook her head. "We won't," she assured him, and then looked at Harry, eyes shining with many different emotions.
She motioned for him to go in front of the cell so he could see the man who raped Draco, and then Harry walked slowly, afraid of who he might find there. He was holding his breath, and once he was in front of it, his eyes widened immediately, paling at the sight.
"No..." He breathed, shaking his head. "It-- it can't be..."
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MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! THE SUSPENSE IS THICK!
Hullo again, dear readers, I hope you aren't sick of me yet. Just to tell you, I AM STILL IN FLORIDA!
I am supposed to come back in a week or two, but seeing as we met one of my dad's friends over here, we went over to his place, and said that I could use his computer, so I decided to just write a small little suspense-filled chapter four, just to make a few of you happy. :)
I never planned any of this, as I didn't expect to be able to use a computer here, so I just quickly wrote this down in 10 minutes, so please, forgive any spelling errors, and the short chapter.
I hope you guys are (at least a little) happy, and I thought I'd write this just to get you warmed up for the awaited chapter five!
Happy summer, and hope you guys are having fun too,
Phoenix Tears331
btw, Thanks for all of your support. I can't believe that this fic is actually getting attention! Thanks very much, people!