HARRY POTTER AND THE STONE OF DUMBLEDORE’S MANOR
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
1,780
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The Deal to the Devil
CHAPTER TWO
The Deal to the Devil
Harry’s throat caught as he watched Lucius’ cold, pale hands around Hermione’s neck. Ron stood against the stone of the alley looking horrorstruck. Harry saw Ron reach down for his wand.
“Reach for that, Weasley, and she dies by your stupidity!” The cold voice drawled out. Ron hastily put his hands on the stone, and looked on the verge of vomiting.
“What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry said, never taking his eyes away from Hermione’s neck. Malfoy sneered, then smelled Hermione’s hair, inhaling deeply.
“She’s nice, this one. You want to save her, don’t you?” Lucius smiled, tightening his grip on her neck, so that she moaned from pain.
“You harm her, and you won’t get whatever it is you want.” Harry said, his teeth grinding. Ron remained silent, though his breathes came fast and hard.
“Ah, Potter, you’ve learned to play this game well. Tell me, is she worth it?” He smiled the whites of his teeth barely visible over Hermione’s wild hair.
“Worth what? Your twisted game? She’s worth more than you or your mean, cruel son will ever be.” Harry replied, looking at Lucius’ eyes for the first time since he first saw him.
“Now, now, Potter. You haven’t heard my deal yet. Let’s talk, shall we?” He said, pulling Hermione’s hair, so that her head tilted back. “I want something, you see. I need it, actually.” He sneered, looking at Harry. His smile grew wider.
“What is it? Can’t be any worse than being a death eater, can it?” Harry replied, wiping the smile from Lucius’ face.
“The thing I need, Potter, is not from you. As highly as you think of yourself, you thought it would be from you, did you?” His smile returned. “No, Potter. As a matter of fact, I need something of Mr. Weasley, here.” He said, gesturing with his free hand, to Ron, who was still against the wall.
“Me?” Ron said, pointing at his own chest. Lucius laughed.
“Oh, Weasley, you are your father’s son. Yes, you as a matter of fact, your entire family. It just so happens, that Narcissa, Draco and I, need a place to….shall we say, hide out.” He said, not relinquishing his grasp on Hermione.
“Hideout? From who?” Harry questioned, his mind running with this strange request.
“Have you not been paying attention, Potter? The man who is after your very soul is about and your wondering who people are hiding from? FOOLISH!” He yelled, his voice echoing against the stone masonry.
“But what has this to do with me?” Ron said, scrunching his face up in confusion.
“You stupid, stupid boy! I need to hide from He-who-must-not-be-named. You have safety enchantments around your…..pitiful home, do you not?”
“Yeah, I suppose so.” Ron said, looking more curious then scared now.
“But why do you need to hide?” Harry pressed.
“My son has disgraced our name! You do not disobey an order from the Dark Lord! Draco had put his family in danger! We can not stay at the Manor anymore. He will surely kill us. Safety enchantments can keep him out, us safe.” Lucius replied his voice hard.
“Why can’t…” Ron started.
“Because, safety enchantments that death eaters cast, past or present, can not be used against the master in which they serve!” He said, seething now.
“If we say you can hide out at the Weasleys, you will let Hermione go?” Harry asked, seeing Hermione struggle for air, as he tightened his grip. Ron looked utterly shocked.
“Of course, a deal is a deal.” He smiled at Harry.
“Fine, Come to the Burrow. We’ll help you hide. I always knew you’re a coward, now it finally shows” Harry said.
Lucius scowled. He released Hermione, who fell to her knees gasping for air on the gravel. With a quick turn, Lucius’ long coat had gone, leaving nothing but the sound of Hermione’s’ labored breathing….
The Deal to the Devil
Harry’s throat caught as he watched Lucius’ cold, pale hands around Hermione’s neck. Ron stood against the stone of the alley looking horrorstruck. Harry saw Ron reach down for his wand.
“Reach for that, Weasley, and she dies by your stupidity!” The cold voice drawled out. Ron hastily put his hands on the stone, and looked on the verge of vomiting.
“What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry said, never taking his eyes away from Hermione’s neck. Malfoy sneered, then smelled Hermione’s hair, inhaling deeply.
“She’s nice, this one. You want to save her, don’t you?” Lucius smiled, tightening his grip on her neck, so that she moaned from pain.
“You harm her, and you won’t get whatever it is you want.” Harry said, his teeth grinding. Ron remained silent, though his breathes came fast and hard.
“Ah, Potter, you’ve learned to play this game well. Tell me, is she worth it?” He smiled the whites of his teeth barely visible over Hermione’s wild hair.
“Worth what? Your twisted game? She’s worth more than you or your mean, cruel son will ever be.” Harry replied, looking at Lucius’ eyes for the first time since he first saw him.
“Now, now, Potter. You haven’t heard my deal yet. Let’s talk, shall we?” He said, pulling Hermione’s hair, so that her head tilted back. “I want something, you see. I need it, actually.” He sneered, looking at Harry. His smile grew wider.
“What is it? Can’t be any worse than being a death eater, can it?” Harry replied, wiping the smile from Lucius’ face.
“The thing I need, Potter, is not from you. As highly as you think of yourself, you thought it would be from you, did you?” His smile returned. “No, Potter. As a matter of fact, I need something of Mr. Weasley, here.” He said, gesturing with his free hand, to Ron, who was still against the wall.
“Me?” Ron said, pointing at his own chest. Lucius laughed.
“Oh, Weasley, you are your father’s son. Yes, you as a matter of fact, your entire family. It just so happens, that Narcissa, Draco and I, need a place to….shall we say, hide out.” He said, not relinquishing his grasp on Hermione.
“Hideout? From who?” Harry questioned, his mind running with this strange request.
“Have you not been paying attention, Potter? The man who is after your very soul is about and your wondering who people are hiding from? FOOLISH!” He yelled, his voice echoing against the stone masonry.
“But what has this to do with me?” Ron said, scrunching his face up in confusion.
“You stupid, stupid boy! I need to hide from He-who-must-not-be-named. You have safety enchantments around your…..pitiful home, do you not?”
“Yeah, I suppose so.” Ron said, looking more curious then scared now.
“But why do you need to hide?” Harry pressed.
“My son has disgraced our name! You do not disobey an order from the Dark Lord! Draco had put his family in danger! We can not stay at the Manor anymore. He will surely kill us. Safety enchantments can keep him out, us safe.” Lucius replied his voice hard.
“Why can’t…” Ron started.
“Because, safety enchantments that death eaters cast, past or present, can not be used against the master in which they serve!” He said, seething now.
“If we say you can hide out at the Weasleys, you will let Hermione go?” Harry asked, seeing Hermione struggle for air, as he tightened his grip. Ron looked utterly shocked.
“Of course, a deal is a deal.” He smiled at Harry.
“Fine, Come to the Burrow. We’ll help you hide. I always knew you’re a coward, now it finally shows” Harry said.
Lucius scowled. He released Hermione, who fell to her knees gasping for air on the gravel. With a quick turn, Lucius’ long coat had gone, leaving nothing but the sound of Hermione’s’ labored breathing….