I've got a muse. And she told me to write this. It gives you more of a look in to what happened in the boys past. HBP does not exist, of course. The chapter is a bit choppy, but I like it well enought, and I hope you guys do to. Even if there is a typical Sue for Harry and Draco in there.
"We're going to die."
"We're not going to do."
"I don't think I remember how to do this."
"How could you forget how to do it?"
"I just -"
"Think dog!"
Harry stared blankly at Draco, avoiding the looks the others were giving them. They all continued their walk, it was late and though they knew very well where they were going they seemed to be going no where. The five of them had gotten off the Knight Bus just out side of a small town. Both Harry and Draco remembered the town all to well, and the house on the hill. One of the had run away from the house on the hill, and the other was running toward it. That was eight years ago, and now that they were both back it seemed like it was only yesterday. Harry remembered the events had that led up to that night, he had only ever discussed them with Draco; Ron and Hermione had been busy fussing over him, and Harry didn't want to worry them, more or less get lectured. The ex lovers reminded silent a few moments as they all continued their walk.
The night was cold and quiet as they slowly made their way into the empty town. It felt just like something out of a horror movie, Hermione had decided, holding onto Ron's arm. She chanced a glance at Harry and Draco and could only frown. They were walking side by side, Harry's hands were in his pockets, and Draco's arms were folded. At least they weren't fighting; though the two of them probably had agreed that that would draw attention to the five of them. They were five going into Death Eater territory not knowing how many they would be up again. The woman turned her head back around. They were barely out of the town.
"Year's of waiting, Harry Potter. Had your mother not been a foolish woman, she could have been spared... for sometime, and you would have gone with out suffering. I would have expected Dumbledore's pride and joy, you, to have had at least the dignity of a wand on you're dying day."
The raven haired man shut his eyes. It had been five days before Christmas, Hogsmeade had been packed, he remembered. Everything from that year happened in the cold, in the snow. The attack of the Death Eaters on Hogsmeade, the students running, the older students, the DA trying to protect themselves and others. Harry remembered an alley. Of course he remembered, he also remembered the knife Narcissa Malfoy had give him. Harry remembered what he did with that knife. Harry could still clearly see the bloody M that had been engraved on Lucius Malfoy's chest that led to a gash all the way down to his stomach. The inane laughter of a dying mad man still rang in his ears. That was the day Harry had almost met his death, too.
"Harry?"
"Bow to me, Harry. Bow to me before you die."
"Harry, are you all right?"
"I'd bow to death before I'd ever bow to you…"
Draco nudged Harry in the side, shaking the younger man out of his thoughts. He quirked an eyebrow but when Harry shook his head, he was skeptical. Draco glanced back up at Hermione and shrugged, watching as she turned around once again. If he was right, then he knew exactly what Harry was thinking about. But he didn't want to talk about it, and he was sure that Harry didn't either. There were just something's that were just to hard to talk about. Draco hadn't been in the Riddle Manor that night, he had been trying to get there. When he had found Harry his mind prayed that the worst wouldn't happen. He had feared for the worst. Harry had been covered in blood, whimpering and having a hard time moving.
That was a sight that the twenty five year old hoped that he never had to see again.
"No, c'mon, keep your eyes open…"
The blonde man shuddered. The image of Harry laying on the ground unconscious for a short amount of time was one that he wished that he could forget. He had done his best to clean the blood off of Harry, glad that it didn't belong to his boyfriend, but it made him wonder who's blood it was and why it was on him. Oh, he would find out later once the two of them were onboard the Knight Bus wherein Harry slept a good amount of the time, waking up ten minutes before they arrived at Hogwarts. He had explained the events in which had happened at the Riddle Manor.
That was when the hold group stopped. Harry took a step forward, taking in a breath, Hermione had reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, a frown set on her face. "Janie's in there somewhere," he said, turning around to look at the others. There were only the five of them. Just the five of them. And only two were set to go in. After all, only two of them could go in undercover. Draco walked up now, a casual smirk set on his face. Oh, sure, Harry mused mentally to himself. He can find a time like this to smirk.
"Tell me we're not going to come out all blood matted, Potter."
"It'll wash out."
"That's reassuring."
"I just want my daughter."
Draco smirked again, tilting his head toward Harry. The short conversations were the ones he loved. They always amused him to know end. "Come on, Scarhead," he said, nudging the other man in the side with his elbow. "There's a bad moon rising."
Harry cracked a fain grin. "Wouldn't be the first time."
The two of them stood in concentration for a moment, listening to the gasps of Ron and Hermione, and the sound of Kathryn snickering something about them being show offs. With in a matter of moments the sight the three of them saw wasn't that of two men. It was that of two dogs. One black. One white. Draco was nuzzling against Harry before nudging him with his snout, and the two of them shot off toward the Riddle Manor, running as fast as they could.
Hermione sighed, watching the two dogs run off. They didn't have their mind set anywhere else. She was worried for all of them; Janie, Harry, and Draco. Of course, she also didn't know what Draco meant when he had asked Harry if they would come out all blood matted. She had a rough idea of what had happened when they were sixteen. She remembered been worried sick when Draco had told her that Harry had been taken by Death Eaters. She had nearly lost her mind when he went to go find him. It was the next day that all of Hogwarts learned that Lord Voldemort had been killed. Harry was back by then, and avoiding the castle at all cost.
She had found him and Ron talking out in the stands of the Quidditch Pitch.
That was the day that thee of them had regained their friendship.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Harry said with a grin, pulling his robes closer to himself as he sat up.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Ron agreed with a laugh, throwing a snow ball at Harry.
Hermione shook her head. Boys. "Mischief managed," she said, looking at the two boys who just stared at her a moment before going off in another round of a laughter.