I missed this fic. ): and now I'm back! And I had all the storyline planned out so I think it would be quite awesome. HP all the way!
The day has come. It's finally Voldemort's birthday. Never in Draco's mind would he had known he would be so expectant and happy during Voldemort's birthday. He laid on his bed next to his two other friends. They had been sleeping in this room, the sick bay, ever since yesterday. They had took the nose-bleeding nougat Draco made. The sight of them was really gruesome and horrible, so they were taken in as patients almost immediately.
Draco sat up and listened to what was going on outside. As they thought, everyone was very busy doing preparations for the upcoming festival and celebrations, nobody even remembered there were people in the sick bay.
Draco got out of bed quietly, followed by Sebastian and Roxanne. He peeked out of the door. People were scattering around, carrying boxes and running around frantically. He waited till there were clear of people before signaling to the other two.
"Wait, stuff something under our blankets, so they would think that we are still under our blankets if they ever come in." Draco said.
They creeped out of their room immediately after that, running as swiftly and quietly as they can manage. They arrived at the planned toilet as planned.
"How do you get to the sewers?" Sebastian asked, looking around.
Draco smiled. "Don't worry, I made it so nobody in the right mind would know that this toilet has been broken apart by me and used as a means of escape. To be safe that nobody finds out though, it's better to lock this toilet." He closed the door, putting a sign 'malfunctioning' outside.
He looked at his other two friends. They nodded their heads. Draco smiled. "Keep our concentration up, we're going to finally escape this place." He walked to one of the cubicles and yanked the door open. "I hid the entrance of the sewer here. Come on!"
They forced open the entrance to the sewer, and climbed into it, holding their breaths. "Eww, it stinks." Roxanne complained.
"Bear with it." Draco said curtly, holding his breath too.
"But if you're not feeling well, wrap a cloth around your mouth or something." Sebastian offered, preparing to take off his shirt.
"It's alright." Roxanne said, grabbing Sebastian's hands and blushing.
They walked along the dark sewers, into the blackness, into God-knows-where, walking along the road like a blind man, like a dead zombie. They walked and walked and walked, for as long as they can imagine. Anytime soon, those Death Eaters might be running after them already, anytime soon, they might probably be captured and hanged on the living room. Draco trudged in front of his other two friends. This was not as easy as he thought it would be. It was so tiring trying to get away as fast as possible, and yet not able to breath properly due to the unbearable stink in the sewers. Draco thought that the smell in this place could very much be a haunting ghost torturing his entire body as he panted heavily.
And the experience was also not buttered up by the fact that Sebastian and Roxanne were holding their hands and walking side-by-side like loving couples. Draco kicked a random stone on the floor. Sebastian and Roxanne had been together for quite some time, and Draco was already used to it, but this still made him feel very lonely. Very strangely lonely.
Wait. Did he just kicked a stone?
He stopped dead in the tracks and turned around. "I just kicked a stone." He said, incredulously.
They blinked. "So?"
"So?" Draco shook his head exasperatedly. "There haven't been any stone at all until now, right? This might just mean that we are near the end, or something. At least, either the end or back to the castle." Draco shrugged. He rubbed his fingers together, and fire sparks were created, slowing them to have a clearer view of the surroundings. Draco looked around for some kind of an exit. The other two followed suit.
"Hey, Drac!" Sebastian called out, pointing at the wall next to them. "There's a crack in the ceiling. Will it help?"
Draco looked towards where Sebastian was pointing. Sure enough, there was a crack in the wall, and quite a big one actually. "I can break through it, but I don't know if it will really lead us out." Draco said. "I mean, who knows, we might still be in Voldemort's Lair."
"We've walked long enough I think." Roxanne said. "I don't think Voldemort's Lair is that big. At least, as far as I know."
Draco looked at his two other friends. "So, you guys willing to take the risk?"
Sebastian and Roxanne looked at each other, gulped, and nodded their heads. "I'm pretty sure that we are out of the Lair." Sebastian said.
"Alright, then I'll break through the cracks then." Draco said, taking out a piece of wooden stick. He realized he could concentrate on spells if he had a medium for him to transfer his magic to. He remembered seeing the other Death Eaters holding sticks like that, which made Draco decided to make one stick like that too. He pointed the stick to the crack, and shouted the spell which Dobbie had taught him. "Defodio!"
The cracks on the wall widened and finally broke apart.
"Take cover!" Draco warned as the wall crashed down upon them. Roxanne hid herself under Sebastian as Draco created a barrier to protect the three of them.
A few minutes later, the wall was completely broken apart. Draco stared at what was revealed behind the wall. There was a passage way made of rock, and beside the passage way was a glass wall. Behind the glass wall, as Draco stared in surprise, were a lot of people. A lot.
"Damn, have we been found out?" Draco muttered under his breath, dread washing through him. However, the people walking about behind the glass wall did not seem to notice the three of them, or the crushed wall. They continued walking, oblivious to whatever that was happening opposite the glass wall.
Draco stumbled across the heap of debris and into the passage way. He touched the glass wall. Those people behind the glass wall must not be able to see them. Maybe this glass wall is only transparent on one side. As Draco observed the people walking towards different directions, his dread were cleared and relief rushed through him. Yes, those people were definitely people from outside. They were definitely not in Voldemort's Lair anymore. They had succeeded in their escape.
"Where do you think this place is?" Sebastian asked, staring hard at the outside world. The outside world...that's what they had called it, the world outside Voldemort's Lair. According to the books and rumors, the outside world was a place of freedom, a place without slavery.
"I don't know, I've never seen anyplace like that." Draco admitted.
"Well, does it matter?" Roxanne said. "I mean, we're finally here, might as well crash our way in like we did with this wall over here."
Draco frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea. I mean, there are so many people, it's better to not attract too much attention. After all, we are still refugees. Let us walk along the passage way, I'm pretty sure this glass wall will have a door or something, or at least, we will break in when there are lesser people around."
The others agreed. They walked along the passage way, staring across the glass wall like it was a rare piece of art. Strange, these people wore weird clothes, robes that are really short that only covered till the waist, and funny-shaped cloth covering their bottom tightly. It looked really uncomfortable to wear them. Soon, they reached a place where there were nobody at all. Nobody, but a whole floor of green paper.
"So, let's break in here." Draco said, taking out his wooden stick once again. "Deprimo!"
The glass wall broke apart, and the glass shattered everywhere, causing much destruction. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to use that spell after all. He looked at his arm, and saw it stained with injury from the glass, and turned to look at Sebastian and Roxanne. They were injured as well. Really not a good idea to use that spell.
"Come on, let's get out of..." Before Draco managed to finish his sentence, a loud alarm sounded throughout the room. "What the - ?"
A crowd of blue-suit guys carrying some metal L-shaped stick bursted into the room. "Put your hands up and surrender your weapon!"
The three of them looked uncomfortably at one another before doing what they were told. Draco looked at the people around them with a horrible clutch in his stomach. Damn, he never expected this to happen. All he imagined after escaping Voldemort's Lair was to finally be free. But of course, just crashing into some place like this with exhaustion and blood and dirt all over them, nobody could just let them go that easily, right? Argh, if only he had thought about how to arrive at the outside world without suspicion, then this could be prevented.
But right now, blaming himself would not turn the circumstance around, as the three of them were led outside and to God-knows-where rather roughly.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I love Draco. :)