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Chapter Three"I see that no matter how much my good ex-friend teaches you, you'll never lose the Gryffindor recklessness, will you Potter? Or is it Harry that Severus is calling you now? Hmm? I always thought he swung the other way, why else would a young boy like you chose Severus Snape to train with and nobody else? Why else would you disclose of the contents of the prophecy only to him and not your fellow reckless Gryffindors? As Draco tells me, they joined you in all your other reckless adventures so why wouldn't you have told them, eh? It's definitely not an Imperius from Snape or anybody else because I have checked I your mind, and as far as I can see, which is not very far at all so you have been learning, interesting…" Lucius Malfoy was drifting off to a magically induced sleep, mid-rant to a seemingly unconscious, manually and magically bound and Petrificus'd Harry Potter.
Seemingly unconscious being the main part.
Harry was glad that he and Severus had covered how to overcome magical bounds such as Petrificus at the beginning of his training. In fact Harry was glad of a lot of things in that moment: one being that Malfoy had decided to wait until Harry regained consciousness again before beginning the more creative forms of torture he had said he had planned, and another being the fact that Malfoy had ordered his cronies out of the torture cell he was being held in. By doing this, Malfoy had made it all the more easier for Harry to begin the internal exercises of Occlumency that enabled him to overpower the Petrificus unconsciously and then begin laboriously healing himself inside and out as Malfoy and his Cult had been very generous with both Muggle-style and magical torture they had inflicted on him for the past three days that they had held him. Malfoy was right too, Harry had been extremely reckless in touching what was obviously a Technokey, and whilst mentally bracing himself from the harsh and brutal blows that were unmercifully raining down on him Harry had also berated himself harshly on his foolishness as Severus' final shout of warning echoed in his ears as each spell hit his body and practically tore it apart with the most unimaginably unbearable pain that can ever be felt.
But despite everything else, Harry was most glad that he had touched the portkey when he was prepared for a session in combat training with Severus and therefore had a dagger strapped to the inside of his left arm. Through the beatings from Malfoy and the Cult, the dagger had pierced his flesh more than enough times but Harry had made sure that he did not complain about that particular pain because he knew it would come into use sometime, even if it was to just stab Malfoy, anything to get out of this hellish situation Harry had landed himself in. With the dagger Harry conspicuously slit the ropes tied around his wrists and waist that bounded him to the heavy iron ring that was fixed onto the floor. Malfoy had joked that Harry's neck would be tied with rope to that ring, and Harry was relieved that things had not come to that stage just yet.
And they won't ever if I have anything to do with it. Harry thought ferociously as he frantically freed himself from the various ropes and chains that had bound him together throughout the enduring trial of torture he had just had to bear. "Not so commandeering now are you Malfoy?" Threatened Harry in a fierce whisper to the unconscious Lucius Malfoy lying on the cold dark floor in front of him. "We'll see what your little foot soldiers think of you when they realize what's happened." Malfoy had been relatively easy to influence with the whispered wandless sleeping charm Harry had spelled on to him. He picked out his wand from Malfoy's robe sleeve and with this, Harry spelled his body to conceal itself with an invisibility spell he had only recently been reading over, and entered into the dark, damp corridor that seemed to lead straight from the cell on to a beach.
Hmm, that is really odd, we don't have these types of white-fringed sandy beaches in England. And it's so hot! Phew, where is this place? Harry thought to himself, as the panic began to creep into his heart regarding where he was, which country, how long he had been held, and the way Hogwarts and Severus may have reacted to his disappearance.
Slowly and curiously, Harry walked along the beach, making sure to spell away the footprints left in the sand behind himself, and as he walked, the fear and panic seemed to leave him as he realised that there was absolutely nobody around or anywhere near the beach. Looking back for the entrance he had come out of, Harry realised that he could not see it any more and soon realized that it was concealed with not just magic but with camouflaged sandy coloured fake lizards and beach towels, that had been purposefully and haphazardly been strewn around the area of the entrance to shield it from any curious gazes.
Having ascertained that there truly was nobody around, Harry walked along the beach, hoping to come to some sort of sign that would indicate exactly where he was. When he did see a sign though, it stopped him in his tracks as he gasped in shock:
SYDNEY HARBOUR THIS WAY
Australia? He was in Australia? But nobody would ever look for him there!
A/N: I know it's really short butthat's it for now folks, don't really know anything about Australia do I don't really know if there are or aren't beaches near the Harbour so please excuse me on that if it doesn't make sense.
I did say that I didn't know what to write so I wouldn't be updating for a while, so be happy people that I had a sudden brainstorm of ideas! Especially as I've got A-level exams coming up next month…
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