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Post by loekie on Nov 13, 2008 23:23:48 GMT 1
A blond boy stood in the middle of a large room, his head bowed and his hair falling into his eyes as a tall man stood before him, his eyes narrowed dangerously and the boy knew he was really in trouble. He wondered if he was even going to live through the last month of summer before he had to go back to school. God did he whish he could speed up time….
“Next year will be different” the man hissed in a tone the teen knew spelled doom and disaster “you will make sure that you will be on top of you class this year” the man hissed and the boy nodded ever so slightly “yes father…” he whispered his head still bowed. “Well.. how about we make sure of that?” the man said icily as he punched the boy in the face, following that up with a punch in the blonds stomach his cane now hitting his son’s back knocking him to his knees. The boy clenched his jaw. He absolutely hated this. Being degraded and humiliated like this, but his face, as always, was a perfect blank mask. His father grabbed him by the arm yanking him up to his feet spinning him around, pushing him to the floor once again. A wand appeared from the guy’s cane and soon a whip appeared in the man’s other hand, which he continually used on the teen’s back. When he was finally done with the torture device several crusio’s sounded through the room. When too this had satisfied the man enough he simply kicked the boy now crumpled on the floor in the chest “you better make it happen” he hissed warningly as he stepped over the lithe form of his son.
The boy remained on the floor listening as the footsteps left the room and grew fainter and fainter. He allowed himself a groan. He then took his own wand and did a cover-spell so his wounds wouldn’t cause any unwanted attention when he’d be in Diagon alley later on with his friends. He smirked as he slowly made his way to his room. If only they knew…. He slumped down on the large four poster bed in the middle of his large room, leaning his throbbing head back against his pillow. This was going to be a long day. A few hours later it had become time for him to get ready to meet his friends. He rose to his feet, headed into his lavish bathroom and took a shower and got dressed putting his iron mask firmly in place.
The 15 year old had become a master in hiding his pain, fears, frustration and overall show any kind of emotion. They, he had learned over the years were a show of weakness, and with a family like his… He secretly whished his father would just take it that one step too far and just kill him… get it over with. But that would mean doing him a favor and we couldn’t have that now could we?
A month later and the blond boy boarded the train back to his safe haven. He leaned his aching head against the back of his seat. He was alone .. for now.. and he was going to take full advantage of it. It wasn’t long however before his two thick lackeys entered and joined him in the compartment. A few hours later they entered the large castle.
The teen sighed as he waited for the sorting ceremony to end and the feast to finally start. He sighed as Dumbledore started his yearly speech, and then now almost traditional introduction of the new DADA teacher. As a tall man stood to the introduction the blond felt his heart sink. This wasn’t fair! Holidays were bad enough… did he now have to deal with that everyday again..? The outer shell of the boy never revealed anything of his internal struggle and frustration. The teen leaned back in his seat forcing himself to put some food in his mouth as his father’s eyes met his similar silver ones.
After the feast the blond quickly made his way towards the dungeons where he snook into the potion-master’s office. He looked around and headed towards the cabinet in the back that he knew so well. He grabbed a vial downing it without a second thought. He closed his eyes at the familiar taste before frowning.. it tasted slightly different… The boy shrugged it of and headed towards the Slytherin rooms knowing it would take about 15 minutes for the potion to take effect. It however didn’t go as planned as his legs suddenly gave out from under him and he blacked out.
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Later a small blond boy startled awake looking around anxiously. Where was he? Where was his bed? His room...? He swallowed… he wasn’t even supposed to leave his room without permission, let alone the house and the boy knew he would be in some major trouble when he got him.
He was about to run down the hall but almost tripped over his robes that were much to large for his small frame. He frowned confused. This couldn’t be… all his cloths were tailor made and fitted to perfection. He pulled his cloths up and then ran up the stair. He needed to get home before anyone found out he was missing. He went up and up into what seemed like a tower, that he would later learn to belong to the Gryffindor tower. There was a small niche and as he heard footsteps he hid in the small space.
A few second years walked back giggling and the blond boy let out a sigh of relieve. He hugged his knees to his chest and, as hard as he tried, couldn’t stifle the yawn. He rested his head on his knees and his eyelids started to droop and he fell into a restless slumber…..
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Post by plzkthnks on Nov 13, 2008 23:25:13 GMT 1
He needed to talk to Dumbledore. That much was clear, despite Hermione's protests—be sensible, Harry, Dumbledore must have chosen him for a reason... maybe to keep an eye on him?—Ron was on his side, why couldn't Hermione be, too? Did she really believe Lucius Malfoy had turned over a new leaf, so to say? That man was almost as bad as Voldemort, for Merlin's sakes! He was a Death Eater! Was Dumbledore really going to just let him have full run of the school? He'd probably start picking off students in their sleep! The whole Gryffindor house was in an uproar about this, save for a select few—okay, just Hermione—and Harry wasn't about to just stand around and do nothing. Later that night, after things had calmed down a bit, their arguements fading to a dull murmur around the fireplace, Harry excused himself and headed outside Gryffindor Tower. Hermione and Ron knew better to follow him, though they wanted to. He could see it in their faces—and, taking into account the slight grimace after they met his eyes, he vaguely wondered what they saw in his.
Closing the portrait hole quietly behind him, pointedly ignoring the Fat Lady's glare at being awoken, Harry headed down the corridor, with every intention of speaking to Dumbledore before the night was over. Vaguely, images of the Triwizard Tournament flickered through his head—Cederic, dead, the black cloaks surrounding the graveyard—smoke coming from the couldron—he tightened his jaw and quickened his pace. Surely, Dumbledore would see reason? Taking the corridor's turn sharply, Harry nearly lost his footing and tripped. He caught himself just in time, his hand bracing himself against the cold wall, and looked down, his brow furrowing at the sight of thick black fabric, trailing out from behind a window's pillar. He straightened, carefully moving forward and kneeling down to touch it—it looked like a bit of someone's cloak—more than slightly surprised at what greeted him.
He cursed, his eyes taking in the small, blond boy curled up in the niche, his pointed features a little too familair for his liking.
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Post by loekie on Nov 13, 2008 23:31:24 GMT 1
Footsteps came closer… The blond boy cowered in his closet tightly closing his eyes whishing the step away. But, as always, that wasn’t to be. The door to the large bedroom swung open and a large man strode towards the closet yanking it open. The small boy opened his eyes and met his father’s cold silver ones. He swallowed hard as his father grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet “when I tell you to do something you do it!” he hissed in the boy’s ear as he was dragged along the room. Even at this young age though, the boy’s outer shell never changed from the already cold and icy exterior to not betray anything of the turmoil inside the boys head.
The blond startled awake as someone ‘crashed’ down some stairs and it took him a few seconds to remember what had happened before and he swallowed forcing his heart to calm down and his breathing to even out. To the outside world it wouldn’t even seem as if he hadn’t woken at all and for now he’d liked to keep it that way. He tensed ever so slightly as he felt whomever had tripped move towards him and move away his cloak... he hated physical contact, ever since his father and his friends…. No he really didn’t want to think of that. He then cursed himself for not finding a better place to hide since now, he was found… and going to be in some major trouble.
He sighed softly pulling his act of the spoilt Malfoy heir in place and lazily opened his eyes and looked up in a pair of framed green once. A tall raven-haired with glasses had knelt down in front of him and he frowned quickly rising to his feet narrowing his eyes “who are you?” he demanded his eyes never leaving the teen in front of him. This was all to strange and he just wanted to go home and get this all over with.
He then remembered his cloak and that it had been much too big. He hurriedly searched his pockets for his wand and retrieved it doing a quick spell to his cloths so now they at least fit him. He then squared his shoulders and looked back up at the boy wondering what he had in mind. He had never met anyone that hadn’t hurt him… except for maybe his godfather.. but the blond hadn’t trusted him either. He had soon learned trust was for losers and it only served to get you hurt.
“Where am I?” he then asked glad to find his tone commanding and not showing any of the ‘small’ insecurities he was feeling at the moment. He pushed himself from the wall of the niche he had been hiding in and waited for a response. At the moment all he could do was just wait and see when his father would pop up and drag him bag home for some ‘lessons’. He shuddered at the thought but kept his expression blank.. what else was he to do?
((Sorry mine’s so sucky… I hope you can still do something with this))
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Post by plzkthnks on Nov 13, 2008 23:56:09 GMT 1
((That hardly sucked.))
Harry was more than slightly startled when a pair of grey eyes opened to meet his.
His eyes widened considerably, the shock apparent on his face, the sense of deja vu that had washed over him before trippling. Oh, he had already made the connection—this boy looked a lot like Malfoy, but Malfoy was fifteen, wasn't he?—and to find the same grey eyes staring out at him... it was a bit unsettling. Harry had always been a bit slower, but he wasn't stupid. He could see when something was going on. The boy frowned, quickly moving to his feet, and in a bit of a daze, Harry did the same, looking down at him with curious eyes.
"Who are you?" the boy demanded, his eyes narrowed. Harry could tell by the sound of his voice that he was trying to be intimidating, and maybe, to children his age, it had the desired effect. Not so much with Harry, but then, even the older-Malfoy had problems getting under his skin and had to pull out some of his more colorful arsenol, as far as insults went. Harry studied the boy quietly, wondering if it really could be Malfoy. It looked like him, alright, but what would have had to happen for his age to change so drastically? He remembered last year, when Fred and George had tried fooling the Goblet of Fire with a silly little charm—he remembered how drastically it had backfired, the grey beards sprouting from their chin... so if aging was possible by magic, surely unaging was, too? He rubbed his temple, a slight throbbing sensation starting. It was a lot to wrap his head around. Maybe he should go get Hermione?
She'd probably understand this more than he did. She'd probably have a better chance at dealing with this... kid, too. An only child, really, and a sheltered one at that—he didn't count his cousin—Harry wasn't entirely sure what to do when it came to kids. He always felt like an idiot. The boy stirred, rummaging in his pockets for something, only to withdraw his wand. Automatically, Harry's hand moved to touch his own. He wasn't entirely sure what damage a six or seven year-old could do, but if it really was Malfoy, then he wasn't about to take any chances... though he couldn't really see defending himself, either. That would just seem wrong.
He said something under his breath, and Harry watched as his cloak shrank around his body, the hems moving in to fit him. And then, apparently reasurred by his appearance, the boy squared his shoulders, straightening visibly, and looked at Harry again, his grey eyes hard.
"Where am I?"
Harry searched for his voice.
"Err... Hogwarts," he said lightly, his brow wrinkled. "Though I'm not sure why... or how.."
He really wanted to go get Hermione, now, but he didn't think the boy would come with him willingly. And even if he did, he could just imagine everyone else's reaction to him. Mm. Yeah, better not. On to plan B, then. Dumbledore? The hospital wing?
He licked his lips.
"You wouldn't mind coming with me to the Hospital Wing, would you?"
Even before the question left his mouth, he already knew what the answer would be.
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Post by loekie on Nov 14, 2008 1:00:54 GMT 1
you’re too kind… lol, sorry this took so long.. but I had some other things to do....
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The boy frowned cocking his head slightly. What was wrong with this boy? Had the cat caught his tongue? The blond wondered what was going on inside the raven-haired’s head. Why was he staring at him like that…? He really didn’t like to be stared at… He hid his feelings well though as he had been taught over the years.
The boy knew he shouldn’t still be here… he should be getting on his way home. He couldn’t even imagine what his father might do when he’d get home. The blond frowned, the boy seemed to be getting a headache as he was rubbing his temples. When the kid pulled his wand he could hardly keep from smiling as he saw the other boy feel for his. It was almost satisfying to the boy but it was short lived.
The teen finally said something though “Err… Hogwarts” was the answer to his questions and the blond narrowed his eyes. That was the school his father was always talking about…
“damn muggle loving freak” was the cleaned up version of what his father would call the headmaster… Dumbledore… if he remembered correctly. He also remembered that his godfather was a teacher here, potions. He was supposed to go there in 5 years and to be honest, the blond could hardly wait. Finally a few months away from the manor and his parents. He knew he did an amazing job of playing the spoilt brat that got everything his heart desired, but nothing of it was true. Sure, he had all the material possessions anyone could want, but that really didn’t mean anything if the rest of your life was nothing but pain and suffering.
“Who are you?” the boy repeated his first question since it hadn’t been answered yet. He was curious to know how he had gotten here and why? For now that didn’t really matter though as he was still trying to wrap his young brain around this all. It wasn’t really working and he was about to give up when the raven-haired spoke again.. no! Not the hospital wing… he had been in st. Mungo’s once before when his father had taken his lesson’s just a little bit too far. It had meant a week from home… yes, and it hadn’t been too bad really, but as soon as he got back to the manor things only got worse and he didn’t want that to happen again.
The 6 year old shook his head raising his eyebrow “I mind, I’m not going to a hospital wing…” he said determined his eyes firmly on the boy’s green ones.
He stood there, in the staircase leaning against the wall as if to emphasize the point that he wasn’t going anywhere, he couldn’t risk it.
The blond now started to look around. Even the hallway was grand and now even more then ever he couldn’t wait to go to school here in a couple of years and just show what he could do and finally maybe making his father proud in the process. Deep down he knew that would never happen, he would never be good enough for his father, or good enough to be a ‘Malfoy’. The young boy didn’t even understand why that name was so important, but hey, he was sure as hell not going to ask, let alone comment on it. He simply accepted the fact and had learned to simply nod and shut the hell up.
He now refocused on the boy before him thinking about what else they could do to find a solution. He sighed maybe they should go to his godfather… he’d know what to do… it was just.. he really didn’t know yet if he could be trusted. True he was the only one so far that he had met that hadn’t hurt him, but then again, it could be some sort of mental mind game.. he couldn’t be sure yet.
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Post by plzkthnks on Nov 14, 2008 1:21:12 GMT 1
((It's fine. I'll be multitasking now, too, with homework... but I'll still be here.))
"Who are you?" the boy repeated. The wrinkle between Harry's brow became more dramatic. He had asked that question before, but Harry hadn't responded—surprise, for one, and for two... shouldn't Malfoy, if that's who this was, know who he was? Unless it wasn't just his physical appearance that had changed, but his mental attitude, too. In other words—unless he wasn't just physically a six or seven year old, but mentally one, too. Bloody hell. That would explain a lot, wouldn't it? Why he was cowering in some corner? Why he didn't know where he was?
If this really was Malfoy...
Oh, bloody hell.
"Harry," he said finally. It felt weird telling this boy his name like that—he was so used to Malfoy calling him Potter, it felt like he should introduce himself by that, instead. So he sort of did. "Harry Potter... you're M—Draco, aren't you? Draco Malfoy?"
He wasn't sure how the boy would respond to Malfoy, if that really was who he was, or is.. or... bah, he was going to give himself an even bigger headache, if he wasn't careful. How the hell did he get himself in these sorts of situations? Maybe people had a point when they said he was a bad-luck magnet.
The boy gave him a pointed look, clearly determined, one eyebrow lifting slightly. Deja-vu stabbed at Harry's heart again.
"I mind, I'm not going to a hospital wing.."
Harry gave the boy a slight, almost amused smile, mumbling 'of course you're not' under his breath.
It was sort of ironic, really. He remembered how big of a baby Malfoy was—how he took even the slightest injuries as far as he could, spending days if not weeks in the Hospital Wing. And yet now, here he was, refusing to go. Harry thought about that for a moment, wondered what had happened to change him in that way—but quickly brushed the thought aside. If this really was Malfoy—a fact he was becoming more and more certain of by the minute—he had hardly changed. Malfoy still acted very much this same way. He tried to be intimidating, and he was spoiled and stubborn. Of course, Harry was a good bit taller than Malfoy right now—stronger, too—and he could probably make him, but... he sighed, racking his brain for other options.
He assumed he'd get a similair reaction from Malfoy if he mentioned Dumbledore.
And he could always bring him to his father, but that was definitely out of the question.
No way in hell was he going to willingly go ask Lucius Malfoy for something. No. Definitely not, but the most likely answer seemed to be to take Malfoy to someone he knew—at this age, if he really believed this wasn't some sort of trick—and who else would that be, besides his father?
Oh.
Oh.
Now he felt stupid.
Of course!
He eyed the boy—err, Malfoy carefully, watching him take in his surroundings, as if he really didn't know where he was, and casually said, "If you won't go to the hospital wing, then, how about Sn—err, Severus?" The name burned like acid on his tongue. Bah. This was almost as bad as going to Lucius, he was sure, but not quite. "Severus Snape? He's the Potion's Master here... you know him, don't you?"
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Post by plzkthnks on Nov 14, 2008 1:45:37 GMT 1
((Random question, love... do you do slash?))
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Post by loekie on Nov 14, 2008 2:05:55 GMT 1
Again with the staring…. Couldn’t he just look somewhere else for once? The blond sighed and again waited for the other boy to find his voice “Harry… Harry Potter” he finally replied and there was some sort of recognition. The name sounded familiar. His father had spoken of Potter and how he somehow defeated ‘the dark lord’ this was strange.. wasn’t he supposed to around his age?
The blond nodded brushing some stray hair from his face “yes I am” he confirmed his identity “how do you know??” he asked thingying his head once more. He had never met this raven-haired had he?
Then this Harry gave the blond a slight smile and the boy frowned. Did he honestly think he was deaf? He could hear the ‘of course you’re not’ comment and was wondering why this boy seemed to be a little confused by his refusal. The boy swallowed when he realized Harry was quit a bit taller then he was and probably also quit a bit stronger, and if he really wanted him to that d*amn wing, there was nothing he could do to stop it. He narrowed his eyes “I’m not going” he stated even more determined before pushing himself of the wall and standing into the hallway arms folded over his chest.
Then he started thinking… what other options where there…? The headmaster? Snape? They’d both contact his father he was sure of it and that was the one thing he really didn’t want.
His mind wondered back once again to one of the unfortunate times that he crossed his father the wrong way. He could hardly even remember the first time his father had ‘taught’ him a lesson. All he remembered was that he had spilled some of his tea on the saucer. His father had made sure that he learned never ever to spill anything again. He must have been 3 or four at the time and it had been the first time that he had seen how messed up his father truly was.
It had also been one of the few times he had allowed it to get to him and he had found a way to space out and go into his own little world in these moments so well that is sometimes almost seemed it didn’t even happen to him, but that he was simply watching someone else taking the heat. It wouldn’t even hurt until his father had left and he came out of his own world of fantasy and make-believe.
And truth be told even the 15 year old version had used this survival skill to live through everything his father threw at him. Nobody could know and this was a perfect way to hide everything and keep up the perfect front of what had earned him the ‘nickname’ of the Slytherin ‘ice prince’.
He turned to the boy before him “Sevy? Yes I know him??” he asked indignantly “he’s close friends with my father and my godfather” he replied haughty once again playing the part of the rich spoilt brat
He realized there weren’t many options and his godfather, at the moment, seemed like the best bet “you know where he is?” the blond asked thingying his head slightly in anticipation. So fine he didn’t know if ‘Sevy’ was to be trusted, but that was no reason not to be happy to see someone that had basically been the only one that had been there frequently without pain and misery.
“He might know what to do” the blond shrugged as he stood ready to go visit the godfather that he hadn’t seen in a while. He looked up impatiently to wait for the raven-haired to lead the way.
((hey hun, I'm sorry... but it's past 2 am here and I have to get up early tomorrow... if you reply though I will reply first thing tomorrow!))
((I do... I have to admit though... I'm a girl... and well.. *veeerry sheepish grin* still a virgin....... so I won't really be able to write like really juicy seks-scenes........))
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Post by plzkthnks on Nov 14, 2008 2:11:20 GMT 1
((Haha. I'll probably reply yet tonight... so that sounds fine. &&I was asking because I do slash, too, obviously, and I just read your other RPG on here... broken boy, I believe? It seemed very... slash-esque. Haha!
And that's fine... lol!
I'm a girl to, so.
-grin-
Goodnight!))
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Post by plzkthnks on Nov 14, 2008 6:27:02 GMT 1
Harry realized his slip up when Malfoy asked how he knew who he was. If this really wasn't a trick, and assuming it wasn't, and Malfoy really didn't know where he was or who he was or any of that rubbish—should he have told him he knew who he was? Okay, so that was basically a big circle, but the main question was—what should Harry reveal and what shouldn't he reveal? Would it have any effects on Malfoy, when he was fifteen again? Not that it mattered to him any, really, as this was Malfoy he was dealing with—he just didn't want to go changing the future or anything, if this was like that bloody time turner back in third year. He swallowed. It had meant to be a reassuring comment, but... Crap. Maybe he should have gotten Hermione. He was sure she'd be a lot better at all of this then he was. She would have thought all of this through before she had even opened her mouth.
He thought quick.
Giving him the common answer 'magic' like he would have given most children was out, obviously, because magic was real here and Malfoy obviously had some grasp of that.
"Pictures," he answered finally, simply. "I thought I recognized you."
He hoped Malfoy wouldn't ask him who showed him the pictures.
He wasn't the best at lying on the spot. He usually ended up sticking his foot in his mouth.
He was relieved when he got a positive answer out of Malfoy, instead of a stubborn, 'no I'm not going.'
"Sevy? Yes I know him?" Even coming out of a little kid's mouth, the way Malfoy said it made Harry sound like a fool, and Harry had to admit it was sort of impressive. Apparently, Malfoy had been born a git. He supressed a smile at the thought. And Sevy? Really? Oh, that was rich. "He's close friends with my father and my godfather."
His tone through his entire reply made him sound like the haughty git Harry remembered, and he was relieved about that. He could deal with this. It was familar—if this younger Malfoy had been weaker, nicer... if he had been crying or some nonsense, Harry wouldn't have known how to handle it. It would have felt... wrong. This, this he could deal with. He could deal with an arse, no matter the age.
"You know where he is?"
Harry nodded. That much, he figured was okay to reveal. And it was his best shot.
"Yeah."
He looked at Malfoy for a moment longer, wondering if that was true. If that was really his best shot. He didn't trust Snape, after all—should he really bring Malfoy to him? But then, Malfoy knew him.. Malfoy had always seemed to trust him, so why did it matter how he felt?
"He might know what to do," shrugged the blond, clearly impatient.
Harry nodded again, numbly.
"Yeah," he repeated, turning and heading down the corridor. "It's this way."
He walked slow, letting Malfoy set the pace, lost in the turmoil of his own thoughts. He hesitated at the top of the stairway, looking over at Malfoy in a flash of consciousness.
"Are you sure you want to go to him? Not the hospital wing... or, or Dumbledore?"
He shouldn't be worried about it. This was Malfoy, and he obviously trusted Snape, and he had already gone over all of this with himself... and yet, there was some part of him, unwilling to associate this boy with Malfoy, despite his familair attitude and bratty personality. There was some part of him that wasn't entirely willing to hand him over to the wolves, so to say.
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Post by loekie on Nov 14, 2008 12:18:48 GMT 1
(lol… yeah…. It does seem slashy don’t it.. I never even really thought of that… lol))
“Pictures” came the raven-haired’s reply. The blond simply shrugged and accepted the answer. He had been in papers before with his parents to keep up appearances of the tight loving family. The young boy had never understood and it had confused him slightly but he knew better then to ask or complain.
His father had been clear that no-one was ever to know what was really going on at Malfoy Manor, and the blond had hardly protested. He had never wanted anyone to know and given anybody that kind of leverage or show that kind of weakness.
The blond sighed as he eyed the boy once more waiting for him to finally answer him “yeah…” came the lame reply but it didn’t matter. He sighed as he followed the boy down the stairs telling the boy it was that way. The small boy too was lost in thought as they walked along the castle towards the dungeons in silence.
What was Snape going to do? He sighed inwardly. This was just his luck. Didn’t his life suck enough already without this sort of crap happening? He was in this weird place not know how or why he’d come here with someone he didn’t know, and when he’d get home, punishment would be waiting for him and it wouldn’t matter that it wasn’t his fault, that he hadn’t meant to leave his room without permission.
He guessed however his godfather had some sort of idea what was going on. He had once tried asking the small boy about it, but he had simply waved him of and told him everything was fine. He knew Snape hadn’t believed it, but luckily the potion-professor had left it at that for now.
When the raven-haired hesitated at the top of the stairs asking him if he was sure he didn’t want to go somewhere else. The raven-haired didn’t seem to want to go to Snape. The blond had some idea of how his godfather could get and this boy probably was one of the ‘victems’ the blond though thought it might be an act just like he had one, but the boy was too young to be sure.
He raised an eyebrow shaking his head “I’m not going to the hospital wing” the blond responded determined and then frowned shaking his head again “and I don’t want to go to Dumbledore” he replied. He didn’t know him, but his father had always said horrible stuff about him and so if he’d go there, he might be in even more trouble, besides, the head-master was much more likely to go to his father.
The blond sighed as he headed down the stairs waiting for the raven-haired at the bottom since he had no idea where he was going. He looked around again to try and take everything in as to not come for any nasty surprises. Everything in this castle seemed grand and full of magic. He smiled slightly, whatever had happened, he was glad of it. At least he got the chance to have a look around the school he’d probably be attending and take in some of the things he was going to be able to learn without the pressure of his father looking over his shoulder all the time.
The boy shook himself out of his silly daydreaming and looked up to see if Harry had followed him down the stair and for him to lead the rest of the way towards his godfather’s office.
He once again wondered what Snape’s reaction would be. Anger? He really didn’t know and for now it didn’t really matter. All that did matter, was that he might be able to clear a few things up and maybe tell them how he had gotten here, and why.
((sorry this sucks... but I had to write quickly since I had to get to work....))
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Post by plzkthnks on Nov 14, 2008 17:10:36 GMT 1
((Haha. Yeah, it does. I wonder if this will develop into anything... -snorts- Not when Draco is this young, of course. Harry isn't a pedophile. -wry grin- And it didn't suck. I liked it. This, on the other hand... my apologies, but I'm running a bit rushed, too, due to class...))
"I'm not going to the hospital wing," said Malfoy, with that same stubborn air as before, "and I don't want go to Dumbledore."
Harry looked at him for a moment, thinking something through, as if he was going to push it—but really he wasn't, because if this was Malfoy, then he knew enough about the boy to guess he wasn't going to change his mind. He was stuck on the way he had said Dumbledore—like he had known who he was. Maybe he was imagining it. And if he wasn't... well, that didn't necessarily mean all of this was a trick. Dumbledore had been Headmaster for a while, hadn't he? Harry tried to remember how many years... he was suddenly anxious for Hermione and Ron's company, mildly annoyed with himself for not getting them in the first place. If this was a trick, he could use their help—no. No. It was good that he hadn't got them. If this was a trick, it was his problem. He wouldn't endanger their lives like that. A broken image of Cedric flashed through his mind and he grimaced, his heart hurting.
He thought of third year, of Ron lying broken in the hospital bed—and the ache grew. Hermione, petrified in second year... the thought of her never coming back, dead, lost forever—Ginny, Tom Riddle's tool, hurt on the dungeon floor—
It was better this way.
How many people was he going to hurt before he learned his lesson?
He may need them, but they didn't need him. It was better if he distanced himself now. They would hurt less in the long run.
Harry watched, almost dazed, as Malfoy headed down the stairway, not bothering to wait for him. He blinked, gingerly touching his forehead as the headache returned, watching quietly to see how far Malfoy would go. He wasn't sure if he should be surprised or not when Malfoy turned at the end of the stairwell and waited on the platform. If this was an act, Malfoy's skills had certainly improved. Another image of their third year flashed through his head and brought a slight smile to his face. Malfoy wasn't even this good of an actor when he was in real pain. Ha.
Something stabbed at his temple and he clenched his jaw, shaking his head as if that would make the sensation disappear.
He headed down the stairway, his eyes never leaving Malfoy as he continued to take in his supposedly new surroundings.
Malfoy looked up, their eyes meeting for but a moment before Harry adverted his gaze.
He didn't even bother hesitating on the platform, but was careful to slow his walk afterward, glancing over to see if Malfoy had followed, and letting him set the pace when he realized he had. A part of him felt like he should say something, ask something, try to figure out what was going on before they got to Snape—maybe trick him into saying something that would let him know if this was a trick or not. But what? Besides, Malfoy would probably recognize that sort of question right away. He couldn't very well say 'so Malfoy, do you know how you got here? Why you're here? To lure me into the dungeons so your father and 'godfather' can kidnap me and sacrifice me to the Dark Lord, you say?' and he couldn't see a more tactful way of asking. So instead, he walked in silence, his thoughts drifting, despite the situation.
It wasn't until they were on the first floor that Harry was forced to talk, the sound of someone's footsteps nearing. His eyes darted in the general direction they'd be coming from, and he wondered if Malfoy should be seen by anyone else like this. He still wasn't entirely sure how all of this worked, if it really was legit—crap. Maybe he should have gone back and grabbed his invisibility cloak before they had started down. Surely that would have been something Hermione had suggested if she were there—maybe he should just try putting himself in her shoes (which weren't heels, thankfully) every now and then and think this through—but then, he wasn't entirely fond of the idea of Malfoy knowing about his invisibility cloak. Well, having proof of it, rather, because after third year, he was sure Malfoy.. suspected. The footsteps grew closer yet and Harry slowed, panic setting in and making him think fast. He looked around, spotting a fairly decent-sized statue. Surely he and Malfoy could fit behind it, and if they couldn't, Malfoy could. He was the only one that needed to hide, really.
Stopping, he grabbed Malfoy by his forearm lightly, cringing at the contact, and looked over at him.
"Quick, over here," he said, giving him a slight tug. If Malfoy didn't follow, he'd have to make him. And that idea appealed to him about as much as making him go to the hospital wing, or to go see Dumbledore. But what were the other options here? Get someone else involved? Risk changing the future even more? Risk someone's life? But then, it might not be a student. Maybe it was a teacher, maybe they could help and—no. It was better if he hid.
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Post by loekie on Nov 14, 2008 23:29:28 GMT 1
((It didn't suck at all hun! I loved it!.. I had unie after work... which, let me tell you... baaaad idea... lol...
how was class??)) ------------
The blond sighed watching the raven-haired as he seemed to be deep in thought and since he was very good at reading people he could easily sense the boy’s pain, even though he had no idea why and therefore he decided to simply let it be and keep quiet.
When he watched the raven-haired he seemed to be still having a headache. Not that it mattered, the older boy never let his eyes leave the blond and it made him highly uncomfortable. He pushed that to the back of his mind though and when their eyes met he was satisfied to find that he wasn’t the first to avert his gaze. He simply followed the raven-haired when the teen simply continued his way. He sighed and strode after him as they once again walked in silence.
He was lost in his own thoughts when he suddenly heard footstep. His eyes darted across the room to try and find a place to hide as the steps neared. His eyes set on a large statue in the room. Maybe they could hide there? Before he could voice his thoughts though he was grabbed by the arm and every muscle the small body tensed as panic gripped his heart. He eyes flew up to see the raven-haired quickly pulled himself together hoping he hadn’t let on to much of the panic and fear he had felt when he was grabbed by the arm. He nodded numbly and let himself be dragged of towards the statue where they now hid behind. The blond peered out from behind the statue to try and see whom it had been.
When the footsteps had almost reached them the boy’s eye widened slightly… he knew the footsteps all too well. He swallowed… he was here? Why…? Had he already figured out he was here? But how? He closed his eyes for a second. If he couldn’t see it, he could at least pretend he was wrong now could he?
Lucius had been searching for his son the entire night. There were a lot of things that needed to be discussed and Draco needed to realize that this year, second best was just not going to cut it. Malfoy’s never came second and it was not something Lucius was keen on starting. He walked up the stairs towards the first floor since his son apparently wasn’t in the dungeon.
This was something else that needed to be dealt with. If there was one thing Lucius hated was being ignored and avoided, especially by his own son that should just start doing as he was told.
The fact that Malfoy junior had never really dared going against his father never really crossed the angry man’s mind. He simply needed a punching bag, and his son had proved an easy target, simply molded and the fact that he had started laying down the law at a young age meant that even as the boy grew older, he was still frightened enough to just keep his mouth shut… for now at least….
When the large man rounded the corner of the room the two were hiding in the small blonds jaw clenched and his hand were balled into small fists. He swallowed hard and ducked ever so quietly ducked completely behind the statue praying to please, just this once.. miss him. Finally he was in luck… his father rounded another corner and went up another staircase. The blond breathed a sigh of relieve.
At the moment almost forget someone else was there and at the moment he didn’t care. He was just so glad his father had, for once, missed him and he could relax ever so slightly. They waited for a few minutes before coming out of their hiding place. The small child once again turned to the raven-haired before walking in the different direction his father had taken. He had by now figured out that for now at least it was nothing but downwards towards the dungeons as he now remembered his godfather telling him his rooms were in a dungeon. He remembered asking whether they were like the dungeons at the manor which were cold and damp. Snape had smiled and shaken his head “no Draco” he had replied “they are quit large and comfortable”.
Eventually he glanced over his shoulder to see if the other boy was still behind him since well, as soon as he got to the dungeons he would not have any clue as to where to go…
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Post by plzkthnks on Nov 14, 2008 23:38:12 GMT 1
((Mmph. I liked the post, love.
And class was okay. Thankfully I only had one today. I was psyched when it came to an end. Posting now, btw.
How was your day at work?))
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Post by loekie on Nov 14, 2008 23:46:04 GMT 1
((I can imagine... lol I was glad when unie was over today.... we had lecture... and if there is one thing I hate it is listening to a professor yapping for 2 to 3 hours.... grrr... work was boring... although there was cake What class was it? glad you liked my post... I hope it works.... I wasn't sure....))
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