Lol. I see that my last chap got a few people upset or hooked. Sorry… not. If you have read this fic you must know by now that I'm a fan of cliff-hangers. Hope you like this chap.
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Chapter nineteen: My poor lover
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"Lucius…"
The blond man didn't turn around to face his wife, just nodding his head a little to let her know he had heard him.
Narcissa sighed at her husband's stubbornness. Her dark hair fluttered around her as a small breeze drifted through the cold cellar. "Why, Lucius?"
"Why what, Narcissa?" came a emotionless reply.
"Why did you do it? Why did you do this to me… and Draco? What have we ever done to you? In the beginning, you used to love me. Has that changed? Do you even like me anymore?" the dark haired woman asked as she rotated her sore cuffed wrist.
Lucius turned around to face his wife. His head bowed slightly as he kneeled next to his wife to look her in the eyes. He reached out and tenderly brushed away a lock of dark hair that had fallen over Narcissa's face. "You want me to tell you why? Are you even sure I have the right answers? Do I even have answers?"
Narcissa shook her head and growled. "You are just answering me back with questions! You always do! Give me a straight answer for once!" she snapped.
The blond man sighed and stood. He started to walk forwards the door to the cell. "When I know the answers myself, Narcissa, I will tell you. Right now I only have one answer to one of your questions" he said. Turning around as he closed the door his eyes met with his wife's.
"I still love you, Narcissa. I never stopped loving you"
The door closed with a soft bang.
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Voldemort grinned as he looked down at the box in his hands. It looked like a white shoebox with an emerald ribbon tied around it tightly.
A soft knock on the door made the lord lift his eyes. "You may enter, Severus"
Snape sighed as he pushed the door open. He wasn't all that surprised to see all the death eaters in the room with their eyes on him. He walked forwards the dark lord with his head held high. He had higher status then most of the death eaters in the room, a plus for being one of the lord's most 'loyal' men. He stopped before the creature of destruction and swooped down on one knee. "You asked for me, my lord. How may I assist you?" 'What have you done to the Malfoys, you rotten bastard?'
The lord laughed and held out the box to the kneeling man. "I have a misson for you. Nothing big so I'm sure you can handle it" Voldemort said. "Deliver this box to our dear Harry. Inside is a gift from me to him"
Snape frowned. What did the lord mean? 'This isn't good! I wanted to know what happened to Draco and Narcissa, not play delivering boy for this sick monster. What can be in that box? Is it dangerous?'. "May I ask what's inside, my lord?" he asked. He didn't want to deliver something dangerous to Harry or bring something that could harm any other student on Hogwards.
The lord shook his head. "No. The content of the box is secret. Make sure that our young Potter is the one who opens it" he said and dropped the box into Snape's hands. "And be careful. The contends are fragile"
The black haired potion teacher bowed his head as he pressed the box to his chest to make sure he didn't drop it. He had no choice then to deliver the white box to Harry. He could feel the charms that had been cast on the object to prevent the wrong people to open it. Whatever the box contained, it was something sinister that he was sure of. He stood up and bowed before turning to leave. He wanted to leave that place… badly.
"Oh, and Serverus, there is one more thing I would like to ask you"
Snape stopped walking but didn't turn around. "Yes, my lord?"
Voldemort smirked as he looked at the potion master's back. "Did Potter scream when I broke that pathetic bond between him and our young Malfoy?" he asked. He sounded like a small boy who wanted to hear what people thought about his pranks.
The black haired man felt like screaming. "Yes, my lord. He screamed" he said honestly. He really wanted to lie but he knew that that wouldn't satisfy the dark monster. Hell, he was satisfied whatever he told him anyway, lying or not.
A soft snigger "Good. You may leave"
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Harry sighed as he stared at the ceiling of the hospital ward. He had gotten quite used to seeing the grey ceiling during his time at Hogwards, after all, he was in the hospital ward at least once very year.
"Harry? May we come in?"
The dark haired boy turned his head forwards the door. "Hermione? Ron?" he asked as he saw his best friends standing there. "What are you doing here? It is in the middle of the night" he said and looked at his watch. "At least I think it is… this thing has been broken forever" he muttered.
Ron walked in and smiled a little. "Well, Snape is back from wherever he went and he is with Dumbledore at the moment. ´Mione and me decided to come here to visit you" he said and sat down on a chair beside Harry.
Harry lifted one eyebrow. "In the middle of the night. Ever heard of the rule about walking around the halls at night?"
"Like you listen to them yourself, Harry" Hermione said and sat down beside Ron. "We were given permission to visit you by the headmaster. He said that you might need some company" she said and reached out to touch Harry's shoulder. "How are you feeling?"
The emerald eyed boy sighed and laid back on the bed. "It feels really odd. Worse then I self when Draco left for Snape's cabin. I have gotten used to feeling him near me… but… when the bond was broken, it felt like someone was tearing me apart from inside. I could hear Draco… fading away" he said and held his arms around himself. "I feel a little scared and cold now when I can't feel him"
Ron sighed and rubbed his friend's shoulder. "It will work out. It always does for you. You should be called the-boy-with-everlasting-luck" he sniggered.
Harry smiled a little. He really appreciated that his friends tried to cheer him up.
There was a soft knock on the door and the three turned to see who it was. Dumbledore poked his head in with a small smile. "May we come in? We have something important to tell you, Harry"
Harry sat back up on the bed and nodded. "Is professor Snape back?" he asked. He really wanted to know if the old black haired man had any news about Draco. 'Draco… are you ok? Please, dear God, let him be ok'
Dumbledore nodded and let the said professor enter the room. "Yes, he is back. And he brought something for you"
Harry tilted his head a little, almost tipping his glasses of his nose. "What? Something for me?" he asked… a little surprised.
Ron laughed behind his hand. "I think old Snape has gone soft during the years" he whispered to Harry and Hermione. "Yaow!" he yelped when Snape smacked him in the back of the head.
"I may be getting old, Weasley, but my hearing is still good" Serverus muttered and placed the white box in Harry's lap. "This is from the lord himself. I don't know what's inside so be careful, Potter" he informed the black haired teen. "At least it's a good thing that you are already in the hospital ward, if something would happen" he smirked.
Harry smiled. He knew that Snape didn't mean what he had said. The professor just had problems showing his feelings that's all.
Looking down at the white box, emerald eyes studied the emerald ribbon tied around the box. He was nervous. Scared. Terrified of the contents of the box. But… he would have to open it. After all, it could be a clue of what happen to Draco in it. 'Draco, guide my hands will you? I can't do it without you' he thoughts as he grabbed the ribbon and tore it off.
"Harry! Be careful!" Hermione said and stood from her chair. She wanted to throw the box away from Harry but she felt Ron's hand on her shoulder.
The boy-who-lived took a deep breath as he grabbed the lid. He noted the worried looks of his friends and the headmaster and that the potion professor had brought his wand forth. He looked once at the others in the room before lifting the lid.
There was a minute of silence.
Ron was the first one to move. Looking at Harry he frowned. "Well, what is it? Is it dangerous?" he asked. When he got no reaction from the boy he looked at Hermione before turning back to his friend. "árry?"
No reaction what so ever.
Dumbledore took a step closer. "Harry? Are you ok?"
"That sick bastard…. Bastard…." Harry whispered as tears filled his eyes to fall down his cheeks. "That sick creep…."
Serverus stepped up to the boy and looked into the box. Anger filled his eyes when he saw what the dark lord had given Harry. "Is that…?"
Harry nodded. "It is"
Ron looked between the two. He was starting to get a little annoyed. "What is it? Would you be so kind to tell the rest of us?"
"Ron!" Hermione snapped out of habit.
Harry reached into the box with both hands and lifted the object for the others to see.
Dumbledore blinked along with Hermione while Ron gaped.
Wiggling in Harry's grip was a cream golden coloured ferret. It muttered as it tried to get out from Harry's grip, disliking to be held like a bag of flour. It's small silver eyes flashed as it managed to get loose and it quickly ran over to Harry to hide behind him.
The red haired teen stared before blinking. "What the bloody hell?"
Hermione looked at the covering fret behind Harry. "A ferret. A male ferret to be exact" she said.
Dumbledore rubbed his chin. "Why would Voldemort give you a ferret, Harry? I was expecting a curse of some kind" he said.
Snape put his wand away and sighed. "There was a curse in the box" he said. Gently he picked up the scared ferret and held it close to his chest. "This ferret is a curse"
The old headmaster tilted his head at the potion master. "What in the world do you… oh… is it?" he suddenly asked. He had a bad feeling about this.
Harry took the ferret from the professor and hugged it close. "This is Draco" he sobbed. "I know it's him"
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"I hope you like my gift, Potter"
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Ok, I just had to finish here or this chap wouldn't be posted in the near future. I'm starting my own company so I have no time to write!
Sorry about the 'mistake' earlier. My computer is translating wrong… it thinks fret and ferret is the same thing, which it is in Sweden.
