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Alright, so I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this story going with no solution, but I'm going to try to make it last as long as I can! You won't have to worry for a few more chapters, but I thought I'd give you the heads up anyway :) Anyhoo, PLEASE keep on reviewing!! The more I get, the longer I'll want to keep this story going!

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Harry Potter's point of view

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Leaving Fossey's so soon was a bad idea.

The second we turned the corner to go back up Knockturn Alley, Fudge was there, entering another shop. Draco skid to a stop and shoved me into the nearest doorway. He stood as close as he could against me, shielding me. Then I realized that was ridiculous of him to do. If they were looking for him, why would he be trying to hide me? I was about to protest when I heard the door close and Fudge's voice disappear. Draco leaned back and checked to see if it was clear, then pulled me along as we ran up the street.

I could feel my heart thudding painfully against my chest, my previously growling stomach forgotten in a wave of adrenaline. We sprinted up the street, dodging random people who I'm sure gave us death glares as we sped by. It didn't matter. We needed to get out of here. We had to leave Diagon as soon as possible. How were we supposed to do that, though? My broom was still, hopefully, in the dumpster who knows how far away.

What I wouldn't give for my Invisibility Cloak right now…

Yes, I was a bloody idiot for not bringing my cloak with me. If I actually had some common sense, we wouldn't have to be running for our lives right now.

The loud booming echo of Fudge brought Draco to an instant halt and I ran into him. His voice was everywhere! Draco was turning in circles, trying to figure out where it was coming from. We saw him before we figured out the sound was coming at us.

Fudge was rounding the corner with two of his lackeys and heading in our direction. Before I could open my mouth, Draco grabbed me by the arm and dragged me behind a giant statue of a three-headed dog. The wall was cut away to fit the statue, so we hid snugly between the back of the statue and the brick wall. I curled up with my knees tight against my chest and ducked down, Draco wrapping his body over me and holding me close. Fudge's heavy footsteps thumped closer and closer to our hiding spot, his low muttering voice getting louder with each step.

Fear overtook me. I felt like everything we had worked for, everything we had done, everything we had overcome was gone. Fudge would find us, if not right now then soon. It was impossible to escape the Ministry. They could be anywhere at anytime. Who were we trying to fool, hiding from a man like Fudge? If he wanted to find us, he would with no problem. There was no point in running anymore. He would find us, and then it would be over.

I must have started hyperventilating because Draco clapped his hand over my mouth and whispered harshly for me to get a grip. I just closed my eyes, waiting to hear Fudge's cry of triumph. I held my breath.

It never came. Instead, the sound of three pairs of footsteps passed us by and soon his voice followed. Neither of us dared to move until a few minutes of absolute silence had gone by. I heard Draco exhale a sigh of relief and he fell back against the wall. I stayed in my position, shaking.

"I think we should stay here for a little bit longer" I heard him say, scuffing his heel against the ground. I just shook my head silently. My eyes started to prick with hopeless tears. There was no way we were going to get out of this.

"It's not going to work" I barely managed to whisper. Draco being sent to Azkaban seemed inevitable. And it destroyed everything within me.

"What are you talking about?" he demanded. I felt a tear run down my cheek.

"They're going to find us," I managed to choke out, "find us and take you away again."

I expected a snarky comeback or a few harsh words, but instead I felt his arm wrap around me as he lifted me onto his lap. I looked up into his face and something in me died. He was my boyfriend, the love of my life, my blonde haired Slytherin angel, my Draco. I couldn't stand the thought of him being taken away again. I buried my face into his shirt as the tears spilled willingly, babbling almost incoherently and my glasses fogging.

"I-I can't lose you again. I can't. It's going to kill me. They're going to find you and the things that will happen to you…I just, I-I don't, I can't…"

Draco just listened, running his fingers through my hair and slowly rubbing my back. My sobs broke through and erased all the words I was trying to say. It was too much to handle. If Draco was gone, there was no way I could keep going. No way could I survive without him.

"Hush, love." he crooned as he held me close. God, his voice. I cried harder knowing it was very possible I wouldn't be able to hear it ever again. "No one is going to take me away from you if I have anything to say about it."

I sniffled loudly as I tried to regain my voice. "They've done it before. What difference would it make now?"

"We'll be expecting it this time." he explained softly, "We won't be taken off guard. We'll fight them."

I knew as well as he did that his words were solely false hope to make me feel better. We didn't stand a chance. Draco didn't even have his wand! I could hear his voice waver with the same fear and helplessness that I had.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared deeply into those silvery threaded eyes. "I love you. No matter what happens, I will always love you with my whole heart and soul."

He placed cold hands on either side of my face and wiped a tear away with his thumb. I thought I had known intense stares before, but nothing compared to how he looked at me now. "And I you, my love. There is no power in this world that could ever take away my love for you. You will be here, in my heart, always. No trick with a wand can ever change that."

The first thought that came to mind was that this was very un-Draco to be so passionate about his love for me. However, when he kissed me, that small detail didn't matter. All that mattered was him being with me at this moment.

With his lips moving tenderly against mine, we silently screamed just how much the other meant to us. We passed through the passion all the words we could never say, the words that could never be said because there was no way to put these feelings into anything concrete. I wished and prayed with all my heart that we could stay like this forever.

He forced himself apart from me and my eyes fluttered open. Bending over, he trailed the tip of his tongue from my jaw up to the top of my cheek, licking away the tears. Then he kissed my forehead, lingering with what seemed like a last "I love you". Then he stood up and pulled me to my feet.

"Come on," he said quickly, "we'll get back to The Leaky Cauldronand use the fireplace to get out of here."

I felt my eyes pop. "What?! Are you crazy?! The Ministry will be on us in a matter of seconds!"

He nodded grimly. "Maybe. But maybe we could get away with it for a few minutes, at least. We can go back to the Weasly's. They could stall them, couldn't they? They like you."

My eyes dropped to the dirty stone ground. "I'm not so sure about that anymore. I got Arthur fired, remember? They may not be so keen on helping me now."

"Well, it's worth a try. Otherwise we're stuck here just waiting for Fudge to find us."

I looked up at him. He was serious. The worst part was, I couldn't think of any argument against it. We would be throwing ourselves into the Ministry's hands in a desperate attempt for more time.

"…alright." I agreed with a sigh. Doing something seemed better than having to deal with the anxiousness of waiting to be caught.

Draco grabbed my hand tightly and we cautiously made our way out of Knockturn. My eyes were jumping from every face in the crowd as we made our way through Diagon Alley. It's amazing how much you feel like a spotlight is on you when you're trying to stay hidden.

Finally, after much dodging and slipping through corridors and groups of people, we made it to the inn. I ran after Draco as he climbed the stairs to our room. My heart was in my throat as I thought of what we were about to do. We'd grab anything we left in the room that they could trace back to us and then we would use the heavily monitored Floo Network to get to the Weasly's house. This was suicide.

We stood outside the door and Draco turned the key. My back felt instantly ignited and I fell against the door. He grabbed me and I hissed in pain. My scar felt like it was being stabbed with a million fiery knives.

"Harry?! What is it? Your back again?"

I bobbed my head in confirmation as I scraped my fingers down the door. This was, by far, the worst flame of pain I had felt.

"S-Something's not right." I somehow said between tightly clenched teeth. I grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open, hoping the pain would decrease.

It did. The fire was put out instantly and replaced with a long chill of terror. My jaw dropped as I looked in the room. I heard Draco suck in a breath of air sharply. The place was completely destroyed. Every piece of furniture had been knocked down and ripped apart. Sheets and blankets were strewn around the room. The pillows each had a gash through them. The floor was littered with unidentifiable chunks of material and broken splinters of wood. We slowly made our way through the door. It took a second for me to realize what had happened.

They were here…

Draco came up behind me and whispered in confused horror.

"What the f –"

He was cut off as a man suddenly exploded out of the closet and tackled him to the ground, securing his arms back and knocking him to his knees. Before I could move to get my wand, a second guy jumped at me from behind the bathroom door and slammed me up against the wall. In a matter of seconds I was on my knees in the same position. I looked up, dazed, as I heard the door creak close on its own. Then, Fudge somehow materialized in front of me with a devious smile, his hand pushing until the door clicked closed. It wasn't until I saw what he had in his hand that I understood.

No…

"Quite a handy little trinket here, this Invisibility Cloak." he drawled smugly, weighing the bunched up fabric in his hand. The look of pure satisfaction on his face made me want to rip out his throat. He turned his gaze toward me and grinned. "Bad luck, Mr. Potter. Guess you can't win them all."

A bright red flash obscured my vision and everything went black.

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