Author's Note: YES! A new chapter is up! Finally, wouldn't you say? Sorry it took forever. I've been debating finishing it and whatnot, and after skimming through it again I thought what the hell? So, here's the next chapter andI promise that there will be more to come soon! Hope you all like it! Review and tell me what you think!

TheIntruders and the Note

Harry stared at Draco a moment longer before diverting his gaze and looking down at the symbol lying flat on the desk. He tried to recall if he'd ever seen it before, but nothing came back to memory.

"Do you know what it means?" He asked slowly and Draco leaned back in his chair, looking away from Harry, concentrating his gaze on some invisible mark on the wall.

"No, I don't. I only know my father drew it." He said, his voice straining with held back anger. Draco hated being questioned and his patience was slowly disintegrating with each passing second. Potter or not… he felt cornered when he was in a situation like this.

"Alright. So if he did draw it—."

"What do you mean 'if'?" Draco demanded and he glared at Harry who put up his hands in defense.

"Sorry. I didn't mean it that way," Harry apologized and Draco fumed silently for a moment before turning his glance away from the raven-haired man. "Okay. So your father drew it. What I want to know is why he drew it on the back of this picture? Plus, it's a picture of us. What does that mean?" Harry asked, his green eyes piercing in Draco's direction.

The blonde stood up suddenly—startling Harry—and stared at him in the face, his eyes a cold, gray storm.

"Look, Potter, I don't know, alright? So quit with the damn questions." He said and Harry stared at him, his head tilted to side thoughtfully, trying to find something in those gray eyes. However, nothing showed—at least, nothing but a bit of anger and something else. Sadness? Whatever it was, Harry was becoming more worried while he stood staring into Draco's eyes.

Draco bit his lip slightly, feeling his heartbeat quicken as he stared into emerald depths, unconsciously noticing how close he was standing to Harry—he almost didn't dare to breathe.

"What's wrong, Draco? Honestly. Don't give me that 'I'm okay' shit. I know it's not true—you know it's not true." Harry said, a mixture of concern and seriousness spreading through his features, his gaze never wavering away from Draco, who, in turn, was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"Harry, I—."

Suddenly, the ground beneath them shook and a tremor was sent vibrating through the building sending several stacks of their papers fluttering to the floor. Terror could be heard beyond the door of their office and a second quake ran through, more powerful than the first and newspapers attached to the walls went trembling to the floor in a small mess.

Draco let out a small cry and stumbled forward against Harry, his hands reaching out to grab something to balance himself, only to touch the soft flesh of Harry's wrist and his other hand resting on Harry's chest. The blonde composed himself and realized what—or rather, who—he was leaning against. Looking up, he came face to face with one Harry Potter, the warmth of his breath flowing across his own pale skin. He thought for a split second how beautiful his eyes were from this close, but he pulled away suddenly, a light flush appearing on his cheeks, just as a third tremor knocked him hard to the ground.

"What the hell is going on?" Harry said aloud and he rushed to their door and thrust it open, Draco directly behind.

Chaos ensued on the other side of the door and Harry stared at the people running with their wands, searching for the source of the vibrations. There was an array of papers floating through the hair, the entire ground covered in parchment and bunches of moving photographs, magical artifacts and many other miscellaneous items. The raven-haired male stood in the doorway with his hand resting on the doorknob, thinking of anything at all that could be causing this.

Someone screamed and that yanked Harry from his thoughts. He looked around only to feel sheer horror seemingly hanging in the air. Pulling out his wand, Harry stepped out of his office and looked around frantically—Draco sticking close to his side.

"What's happening?" Draco said loudly and the ground began to shake beneath their feet.

"I dunno." Harry replied unsure. Everyone seemed to be doing something completely different—running in different directions, casting different spells and focusing on different things, so Harry couldn't figure out where it was coming from or who (or what) was causing this.

Turning he rushed towards the lift and pressed the button, darting inside when it opened, papers flooding in and out of the lift as the doors shut behind him and Draco.

"Something bad his happening…" Harry said aloud and Draco turned to him, the lift shaking as it began to go up to the lobby floor.

"No shit, Potter." Draco said and he held onto the side of the wall beginning to feel sick from the shaking.

"Draco, do you remember when I said that Voldemort wasn't dead?" Harry asked, and Draco turned towards him, nodding impatiently. "This is exactly why I said it. I don't know exactly what he's planning and I know it doesn't make sense, but I see it in my dreams sometimes. I see him. He's going to—." Harry was cut off when the lift jolted to a halt and he fell to his knees, his wand slipping from his fingers and the light in the lift flickering until darkness surrounded them.

"Harry?" Draco asked uncertainly, his voice quivering slightly.

He heard a slight shuffle and then Harry appeared before him, holding his wand with a bright light emitting from the tip.

"Why the hell did we stop?" Draco asked and Harry turned towards the lift doors and shrugged.

"I'm not sure. Then again, I don't even know what's going on here." Harry said and he sighed and pushed at the top floor button a few times before giving up and looking up at the ceiling.

"Now what?" Draco asked.

"Know any spells?" Harry asked and he began walking around the small lift, thinking of something.

"Not really. I didn't think that one day I'd find myself stuck in a lift and—." Draco was cut off when Harry's hand flew to his mouth, pressing against Draco's lips lightly.

"Shh. Do you hear that?" Harry asked, looking at the four walls of the lift, and surely enough, Draco did hear something. Muffled voices floated through the walls of the lift and echoed around them. Not clear enough to hear what was being said, but loud enough to know that they were distinctly voices.

"We're stuck between the lobby floor and the second floor department," Harry whispered. "Since the voices are coming from above us, there must be people there. Judging the fact that it doesn't sound like they're in a panic, they are probably the source of all this." Harry said and he let his hand slip from Draco's lips.

"Meaning that we're going to have to go up there and find out." Draco finished and Harry grinned, nodding his head.

"Exactly."

"How did I know you were going to say that?" Draco asked, sighing and shaking his head.

Harry indicated the hatch above them and explained that they could climb through and get out through the door to the first floor lobby.

"Alright, since you're smaller than me, I'll climb up first and then help you up." Harry said facing the blonde man who raised an eyebrow in response.

"What do you mean 'smaller than you'?" Draco questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Come on, Draco, you know you're shorter than me. And you are skinnier than me." Harry said and Draco snorted.

"Only because I don't waste my time working out, like certain people do," Draco said, staring pointedly at Harry. "And I have a natural perfect figure. Besides, I'm probably bigger than you in other aspects." He finished with a smirk.

"Shut up and help me up." Harry said and even though Draco did as he was told, he couldn't help but chuckle and announce his triumph over the Great Harry Potter.

Harry hoisted himself up onto Draco's cupped hands, and lifted Harry up onto his shoulders, while the green eyed man forced the covering open with his fist.

"Remind me why we were doing this manually? Isn't there a spell for this?" Draco whined, groaning under Harry's weight, hearing the latch give free and the screen flying open.

"Quit complaining. A little manual labor won't kill you. It might even be good for you. Besides, this way we won't get noticed by using magic." Harry said, and he pulled himself through the hole and onto the top of the lift, looking around in the darkness.

"Alright, help me up, Mr. I'm-bigger-than-you." Draco demanded and Harry chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head, getting onto his knees.

He paused when there was a sudden screech and the lift jolted and slid downward slightly, Draco crying out beneath him.

"Draco, grab my hand!" Harry urged, and he reached through the hole as far as he could, grabbing Draco's outstretched hand and heaving him upward with all his strength, seizing his body with his other hand and lifting him through the hole, scraping his arm slightly on the edge of the opening.

Draco seemed to clutch to Harry in fear as soon as he was on top of the lift, sitting in the dark, dampness of the shaft and Harry had to say his name a few times to catch his attention.

"Come on, Draco, we have to get quickly. The lift is shifting." Harry said and he stood up, pulling Draco with him. "Get onto my back and I'll lift us both to the opening." Harry said, and he noticed that Draco didn't protest when he climbed onto Harry's back, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck.

Pulling out his wand, Harry muttered a spell and the lift door to the lobby opened above them and a dim light poured into the dark shaft. Storing his wand in his pocket, he reached up and grabbed the lift, slowly pulling them both up until his head popped up into the light. He got his knee up onto the ledge and was able to get up onto his feet, letting Draco down off his back, looking up for the first time to see the lobby.

It looked as if a tornado had struck inside and left the remains of what used to be the first floor behind. The statues on the fountain were lying in rubble on he ground that was now a web of cracks and jutting debris. There was hardly any light in the area around them, but Harry could make out the outline of several figures huddled together and speaking to one another.

Quickly, Harry grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him to the side, dodging several pieces of wood and random items, until they were hiding behind the wall, listening in onto the crucial conversation being held.

"Where are they?" One voice demanded, snarling impatiently.

"Patience," another voice replied. "They are here. We will find them soon enough."

"I'm tired of waiting. Let's just kill them now!" The first voice said again, sounding rather impatient.

"The Dark Lord gave his orders. We will find them, but we will not kill them," a third voice said, and turned around. "Malfoy, your plans had better work."

Harry automatically pulled Draco tighter against his chest, holding onto him anxiously, clasping a hand over Draco's mouth when he gasped at the sound of his father's name.

"They don't know about it, yet, but the Dark Lord knows what they possess. He knows what they are capable of." Malfoy replied and Draco heard the shuffling of feet and took a half a step backward, feeling Harry's heart pounding against his back.

"We have to do something," Harry whispered into Draco's ear, and Draco shook his head frantically, his body beginning to shake slightly.

Oh I get it, Harry thought to himself. His father is out there.

Gently shifting his body, he pushed Draco behind him and peered around the corner of the wall they were hiding behind, trying to count the number of figures grouped together on the darkness. He knew that they were outnumbering them by a few, but Harry wasn't going to give up that easily. He had to do something.

But what?

Pulling out his wand, he held it tightly in his fist trying to find a plan. Turning back around towards Draco, he told him the only idea that came to his mind.

"Draco, I have an idea," Harry whispered quickly, placing his fists on Draco's shoulders and staring directly into his eyes. "I'm going to cause a distraction. Use the other lift and go back down to our department. Go get some help. Tell the aurors what's happening."

"But, Harry, what if—?" Draco started and Harry shook his head and smiled.

"There is no time for 'what ifs'. You have to do this. I'm relying on you," Harry said and he couldn't help but reach up and brush away a piece of hair that was hanging down into Draco's eyes. "I trust you, Draco."

Harry turned back around and held his wand up readily, his heart pounding wildly and for a moment he thought his plan was insane, but he couldn't think of anything else and there wasn't any time to discuss it.

Draco's entire body was shaking behind the raven-haired man and he bit his lip slightly and waited for Harry to make the first move—hoping at this moment that his father wouldn't notice him.

"Ready?" Harry whispered, looking back at him and Draco nodded.

Running out, Harry held up his wand and yelled the first spell that came to his mind.

"Expecto Patronum!" The bright stag appeared before him and grabbed the attention of the people huddled in the corner. Harry heard some of them swear out loud and pulled out their wands, approaching Harry quickly almost as if they were gliding.

While they were distracted, he quickly dived for the lift, narrowly dodging some debris on the ground and pressed the button for the lift, glancing over in Draco's direction before returning his attention back to the task at hand.

The stag was running through the huddle of black robes and momentarily illuminated the masks covering their faces and Harry squinted for a moment, trying to identify anyone, looking for a mark or a scar that could place them, but the light went by too quick and he was plunged into his corner of darkness once more.

Harry heard the lift opening behind him and he saw Draco rushing over to it swiftly, diving into the open lift and began pressing the button rapidly, hoping that it would make it move faster, but all it did was grab the attention of one of the deatheaters, who whirled around and yelled a curse, just as the doors closed and Draco disappeared, leaving Harry alone.

Harry gathered all his strength and held his wand up in front of him, his faithful stag vanishing and leaving him helpless.

"Stupefy!" He yelled and his curse hit one of the hooded figures and knocked him back, buying Harry time to run to another side of the lobby, but he tripped over a piece of rubble and fell down hard, his wand flying from his hand and his glasses coming off and disappearing into the darkness.

He blindly got onto his hands and knees, feeling even more helpless from before and patted the ground, searching for his glasses or his wanted, squinting and looking around wildly.

He heard footsteps and looked up, seeing the blurred figures approaching him and he stood up and gasped when a hand closed around his neck.

Meanwhile, the lift stopped at their department, and Draco ran out, nearly running straight into Blaise, who stared at him in alarm, looking at the ghostly color of Draco's face.
"Draco, where the hell have you been?" Blaise asked.

"Harry needs help. There are deatheaters in the lobby. They're the ones who caused this. My father—he's down there." Draco said, seeming utterly distraught as he spoke.

"Deatheaters!" Blaise said unbelievingly and Draco nodded, confirming his worst fear. "Shit."

Blaise turned around and ran down the panic-stricken corridor and found Lupin giving orders to several aurors, but he burst in on their conversation and told them what Draco had just told him and soon they were all rushing into the lift and ascending towards the lobby.

He better be okay, Draco thought to himself, his heart thumping in his ears and pulsing in his wrist as he stood in lift, feeling anxious as well as the slow pressure of the lift ascending. I hope you're okay.

Harry struggled as the hand around his neck pulled him to his feet and pressed him against the wall. He felt his breath hitch when the hand protruding from the hazy darkness grasped his throat tighter and he felt his windpipe close and a choking sound emitted from his mouth while he gasped desperately for air. His hands clutched at the hand just as his feet lifted from the ground and he felt himself beginning to get lightheaded and he vaguely noticed the symbol on the arm of the deatheater holding him and barely heard a voice speak to him.

"It's a pity that something so powerful is hiding within someone so pathetic," the deatheater said, laughing cruelly. "It's also a pity I can't kill you myself."

Harry felt his world swirl around him his hands began to feel heavy in their attempt to free himself. He was almost unconscious when he heard noises coming from the other side of the wrecked lobby—barely hearing the curses and spells being said. Not even hearing Draco calling his name.

Harry groaned and opened his eyes, feeling a comfortable pressure on his stomach as well as the hard surface he was lying on. Sitting up slightly, he was able to make out the outline of Draco resting against him silently.

"Draco?" Harry said softly and Draco's eyes fluttered open and he sat up quickly, suddenly embarrassed and grateful that Harry couldn't see the blush appearing on his cheeks. He debated on leaving right now and not talking to him or mention that he was sleeping next to him, but instead he handed Harry's glasses.

"Thanks," Harry whispered and their office came into focus, all their paperwork unorganized and littering every area of the floor and desks.

"How long was I out for?" Harry asked.

"About an hour." Draco replied softly.

Suddenly, Harry flew to his feet.

"What happened to the deatheaters? What happened in the lobby?" Harry asked and Draco stood up to face him.

"They're gone," Draco said, leaning against the desk. "But they left three dead wizards behind them."

Harry looked down and sighed heavily, feeling terrible for whoever's family would have to hear the terrible news about their lost loved one. He knew what it was like to loose someone or to hear that someone close to you would never come home or you would never hear their voice again.

Harry looked up and noticed that Draco was staring at him.
"What?" Harry asked.

There was a long pause before Draco spoke.

"You scared me, Potter," he said softly, diverting his gaze from him. "I nearly thought I didn't make it back in time. For a moment, I thought you were dead."

Harry shrugged and grinned.

"You weren't the only one to think that. I thought I was going to die. It would have been a shitty way to die." Harry said and he couldn't help but laugh. However, it was cut short instantly when he felt Draco's body pressed up against his own, his arms wrapped around his middle.

He looked down at Draco in surprise, smelling the scent of his blonde hair as it tickled his nose.

"Please, don't worry me like that again," Draco whispered, his lips muffled by Harry's chest. "Don't ever ask me to leave you again. I thought I lost you."

Harry stood in shock at the words coming from Draco's mouth, but he couldn't help but wrap his arms around Draco's shoulders and hold his body tight against his chest.

"I'm sorry." Harry whispered and Draco pulled away slowly, never looking into Harry's eyes, suddenly looking extremely exhausted. He circled around the desk, not caring that he was walking all over his paper work and sat down, putting his arms on the desk and burying his face in his arms.

Harry stood and stared at Draco's motionless body for a moment, his feet rooted to the spot before actually moving and kneeling down beside Draco's chair, resting his hand gently on his back.

"Hey… you alright?" Harry asked and Draco nodded his head, but didn't say anything, so Harry decided to leave it alone, but was distracted when Blaise popped his head into their office.

"Hey, Harry, can I talk to you for a sec?" He asked and Harry nodded, taking one last glance at Draco before following Blaise into the corridor, which was beginning to look semi-descent with several wizards using spells to get the job done quickly.

Blaise led him away from their office until they were near the lifts and he finally stopped and turned to face Harry.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Harry asked and he noticed the serious look on Blaise features and he was taken aback for a moment, wondering if it was possible for Blaise to be serious.

Blaise looked at the ground for a moment before he handed Harry two things—a piece of parchment and a moving photo. Harry took it and stared at Blaise for a moment, clearly confused, before looking down into his hands.
"They were both found upstairs in the lobby, after everything was cleaned up," Blaise said slowly, watching as Harry held up the moving picture and stared at it intently.

The photo was of the lobby not too long ago when everything was still a disaster and wizards were moving in and out of the picture—conversing at the sides—but what caught Harry's attention quickly were the three bodies each with a different number carved into their chests and when lined up side by side, the blood clearly read:

21.12.12

Harry thought for a moment and the numbers seemed oddly familiar, and then it suddenly hit him. He had seen it on a parchment in a tree when he went to the area where Jack Gainsborough died. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it again and opened the piece of parchment, his hands beginning to shake. Harry's face paled and the parchment fell out of his hands when he read the simple message:

Let me kill Draco. He is, after all, my son.

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