chapter 4 who is this?
Harry went into panic mode and started to go through every corner of their room. Finally, he found Draco's phone. He typed in the password and went through his contacts. There was one number that didn't make sense, and it was the same number in Draco's letter, hands trembling. Harry dropped the phone on the bed and Dialled the number on his phone.
"Here goes nothing. " Harry mumbled to himself. The phone rang a couple of times, and a male voice spoke.
"Hello, who is this?" a young man's voice said from the speaker. Harry opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He immediately hung up and threw the phone against the wall, scaring Spot from his nap. Harry ran his hands through his hair, breathed through his nose, and exhaled.
"Sorry, boy, I didn't mean to scare the shit out of you." Harry lightly chuckled to himself; sitting up from the bed, he picked up the phone, sat next to the spot, and dialled the number again.
"Whoever this is, you're fucking dead! stop calling me, or I'll make you pay."
Harry gulped down his fear and said "Actually, you're the one who's dead. Tell me who you are and how you knew Draco Malfoy."
The line went silent.
Harry gripped the phone tightly and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for a reply from the stranger.
"Draco Malfoy did you say?"
"Yes"
"Is he alright? I haven't heard from him in a couple of days, since our last deal." The stranger sniffed.
"He's dead."
"You're kidding, right? I saw him a couple of days ago he seemed fine."
"Not anymore."
"Dude whoever you are Draco's death isn't my problem anymore, now I suggest you hang up , destroy this number and carry on with your day."
"Is that what you said to him?"
"Huh?"
"I'm Draco Malfoy's boyfriend."
The dude hanged up.
Harry pocketed his phone and put his shoes on, padding over to his owner spot dropped the lead in front of Harry and placed his head in Harry's lap "Do you want me to take you for walkies?" Harry patted Spot on top of the head and scratched behind his ears. Spot wagged his tail excitedly and jumped up on Harry.
"Down, boy, down! I'll be back in a minute." Harry bent down to tie his shoelaces he packed his bag and put the leash on Spot. As soon as he opened the door spot zoomed outside, pulling Harry along.
1 hour later...
Harry looked at his watch and was surprised at the time they had been walking for an hour "Aren't you tired yet?" he said to spot, walking ahead he looked at every house along this street trying to find the house where the dude lived.
"Come, on Spot this way." Harry tugged at his leash, suddenly Spot's nose was glued to the ground sniffing out a possible scent of drugs. "What is it boy" Harry asked and he let go of the leash, letting Spot do his thing. Harry remembered that in the past Spot was a retired drug detective dog. Spot moved with ease to the strange smell, once the trail ended Spot sat next to a bin.
"Is this the bad man's house boy?" Harry patted the dog's head.
"Good boy."
They hid behind a large bin and waited for any sign of movement, shifting into position Harry got out his phone and started to record when he heard voices. Two men walked out of the hose and stopped at the side of the path, the tall guy had red shaggy hair, heavily ripped jeans, a white crop to and no shoes. He blew out a puff of smoke from his vape and the other guy handed him his drugs.
"I knew it!" Harry whispered to himself and lightly banged the bin, the two men jumped and the red-haired beauty locked eyes with Harry. The blue haired man fled from the scene and the red-haired man bolted to his house. Harry let go of spot's lead and ran after the stranger, tackling the guy to the ground Spot growled and barked loudly, signalling to his master that he caught him.
"Somebody get this mongrel off me!" he shouted and tried to push Spot away from him, Harry finally caught up to Spot and dragged him away from the man by the collar.
"Finally, I can fucking breathe again. Far out man what's your problem?" he panted.