Said Dumbledore, " … I can help you, Draco…. Come over to the right side, Draco, and we can hide you more completely than you can possibly imagine."
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Recluse in the Attic
by Roonil Wazlib Was Here
Note: The original chapter two was removed and replaced with this because this story is housed somewhere else and had changed there, so I changed it here. Also, how many apologies do I need to give for the hiatus?
Nearing the safe house in which he would be stored in, for that was exactly how McGonagall had put it, his stomach clenched into a tight knot. Nerves like this had been an everyday feeling while Draco snuck around Hogwarts trying to disarm cabinets, charms and investigating drain pipes. It was nothing out of the ordinary to suffer from the unexpected, and while he followed a small procession of Order members through a country field, his hands bound shamefully in front of him, his feelings of remorse turned to slight anger.
His mind rattled with questions, theories and suspicions. Where were they taking him? Perhaps they were leading him to his death. Would they? Or were they going to torture him, the very way his people … the death eaters, had tortured the Order of the Phoenix.
"Where are we going?" he demanded, examining his surroundings. There wasn't much in the line of interest, unless you were a fan of muddy fields and trees.
"Just keep walking!" a tall man replied gruffly, poking him in the back with his wand.
"We've been walking 2 hours now and there's has been nothing in sight but for mere cows and fields. You cannot keep me like this!" he snapped.
The tall man nudged him forwards again, this time steering him harshly through the field with his hand. "If you don't shut up and walk I'll stitch that weakly mouth of yours shut."
Proceeding onwards, it was over 30 minutes before a chimney top came into view over a hill they were hiking. Draco peered suspiciously around him, still fields and trees, far more hidden away as the trees seemed to circle around them and very far from humanity.
"It's time," he heard one of the others say.
Before he could turn, a cold sensation cascaded throughout his body, leaving his limbs feeling light and his head spinning. His last line of view was the rounded belly of the tall man, then his knees and finally the wet, muddy floor.
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Roonil Wazlib Was Here