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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
19,293
Reviews:
101
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Malfoys in Prison
Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter
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Hate it or Love it
Poisoned Ink
Beta – Catherine Siviter
Chapter 4
Malfoys in Prison
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“What is this place?” Draco sneered and grabbed the steel bars. Lucius was sitting on a chair in another corner of their ‘room’.
“It’s called jail, Draco.” Lucius sighed. “Muggle prison.”
“Prison?” Draco gasped, “why are we in prison?”
Lucius sighed and kicked the seats. “For driving that stupid muggle machine without a license.”
“Father, why didn’t you get a license?” Draco asked.
“I didn\'t know we’re supposed to have one.” Lucius said, looking down at the floor.
Draco covered his eyes with his hand and sighed.
“Father, do you have your wand?” Draco said after a minute of silence.
“I left it at the Manor.” Came a muffled reply as Lucius buried his head in his arms.
“Oh great.”
Draco looked outside of the cell. A man was sitting by a desk, reading the paper whilst drinking his coffee. He turned back to Lucius.
“How are we going to get out of here?” Draco asked desperately.
“As far as I know, we need a person to ‘buy’ us out.” Lucius said.
“Buy? Like slavery?” Draco suddenly looked sick.
“Not slavery. Usually a family member or friends give money to the government in order to get you out of jail.”
“What if no one ‘buys’ us?”
Lucius looked defeated.
“I don’t know.”
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Harry growled from the doormat. It had been three hours. It was dark outside; he couldn’t even see his hands, or rather, paws. The Malfoys still hadn’t come back, and he was getting impatient.
He jerked his head in the other direction, pulling the leash as his stomach growled. Damn woman tied him up in a leash. What did she think he was, some kind of animal?
()()Yes()() A voice in his head said, ()() You are a dog.()()
Shut up. He told the voice, I don’t need to be reminded.
Harry turned his head slowly, and looked at the side of the house, causing the minimum movement of his neck. He could see black curtains dancing in the wind. Wait a minute. Harry turned his head more and took a step toward the window. The window was open!
He knew he could get into the Manor, if he just get out of the leash. Harry took a step back, until his tail touched the door. He crouched on the doormat and suddenly leaped forward away from the door, wishing the leash would break.
Halfway through the leap, the leash pulled him back, choking him as he fell to the ground bodily.
()()Well, that worked well.()() Harry thought grumpily, laying on the ground, trying desperately to get his breath back. He rubbed his paw around his throat, subsiding some of the pain.
After awhile, he looked up at the leash. It was hooked onto the doorknob. If he could only get higher than the doorknob, or at least the same height, he could unhook the leash from there.
He looked around. There was nothing for him to grab onto in order to go higher. Unless he tried to jump again, but higher this time.
Harry unconsciously rubbed his throat again. He didn’t want to choke himself to death again. He cast another glance towards the window. He didn’t want to starve to death either. He had to give it another try.
He exhaled dramatically, and crouched again. He pushed himself off the ground, and kicked the door in the air, sending himself forcefully forward.
The leash cracked as it close around his neck in the air, sending him to the ground again. Harry groaned and continued rubbing his neck with his paws.
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“Father! Someone’s coming.” Draco whispered. The footsteps echoed through the dark hallways. They barely had time to stand up before the door was opened and a man was pushed forcefully into the cell.
The police slammed the door shut and strolled down the hallway, muttering about his payments.
Lucius raised his head to look at the new person. His eyes went wide with shock.
“Dung?”
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Harry woke up in the middle of the night as his stomach growled. He whimpered, ignoring the sharp pain in his stomach and looked up to the doorknob again.
()()Should I just give it one more try?()()
Something in the back of his head whispered.
NO. He thought fiercely. He was not going to choke himself to death again.
His eyes trailed down to the leash near his neck. It was almost broken, only connected by a small thread.
()()STUPID!()()
Harry growled and smacked his paws against his head. How could he be so stupid?
Harry turned his head, ignoring the stinging pain on his head. He took the torn rope into his mouth and chewed on it while tugging it slightly. Suddenly the rope tore, and Harry staggered backwards.
()()YES!()()
After balancing himself again, Harry ran into the side of the house and jumped in the house through the open window.
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“Lucius!” Dung said cheerfully, “How are ya doing?” He stumbled a few steps toward Lucius and patted him on his shoulders. Lucius stepped back, wrinkling his nose at the strong smell of alcohol.
“I can see why he’s here.” Lucius muttered.
“Why are you here?” Dung swayed dangerously in the cell.
“Driving without a license.” Lucius spat, sending the guard a cold glare.
“I drive, whiskey.” Dung muttered a few words, unable to form a sentence. “No worry. Portkey.” He snatched piece of plastic from his pocket. “Take a hold.”
Lucius ushered Draco to Dung’s side, and they both touched the portkey.
Dung took a glance at the guard. His eyes were glued to the paper.
“Weasley.”
Lucius felt the familiar feeling behind his navel before they disappeared.
A/N
Special Thanks to Catherine Siviter, my beloved beta!
Sorry it took so long…and sorry it was short. I can see some people didn’t like the break that I took. *glares at SeriousSiriusFan* Anyways, bare it with me. For those people who don’t know, Lucius was a spy for the light and the war is OVER.
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Hate it or Love it
Poisoned Ink
Beta – Catherine Siviter
Chapter 4
Malfoys in Prison
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“What is this place?” Draco sneered and grabbed the steel bars. Lucius was sitting on a chair in another corner of their ‘room’.
“It’s called jail, Draco.” Lucius sighed. “Muggle prison.”
“Prison?” Draco gasped, “why are we in prison?”
Lucius sighed and kicked the seats. “For driving that stupid muggle machine without a license.”
“Father, why didn’t you get a license?” Draco asked.
“I didn\'t know we’re supposed to have one.” Lucius said, looking down at the floor.
Draco covered his eyes with his hand and sighed.
“Father, do you have your wand?” Draco said after a minute of silence.
“I left it at the Manor.” Came a muffled reply as Lucius buried his head in his arms.
“Oh great.”
Draco looked outside of the cell. A man was sitting by a desk, reading the paper whilst drinking his coffee. He turned back to Lucius.
“How are we going to get out of here?” Draco asked desperately.
“As far as I know, we need a person to ‘buy’ us out.” Lucius said.
“Buy? Like slavery?” Draco suddenly looked sick.
“Not slavery. Usually a family member or friends give money to the government in order to get you out of jail.”
“What if no one ‘buys’ us?”
Lucius looked defeated.
“I don’t know.”
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Harry growled from the doormat. It had been three hours. It was dark outside; he couldn’t even see his hands, or rather, paws. The Malfoys still hadn’t come back, and he was getting impatient.
He jerked his head in the other direction, pulling the leash as his stomach growled. Damn woman tied him up in a leash. What did she think he was, some kind of animal?
()()Yes()() A voice in his head said, ()() You are a dog.()()
Shut up. He told the voice, I don’t need to be reminded.
Harry turned his head slowly, and looked at the side of the house, causing the minimum movement of his neck. He could see black curtains dancing in the wind. Wait a minute. Harry turned his head more and took a step toward the window. The window was open!
He knew he could get into the Manor, if he just get out of the leash. Harry took a step back, until his tail touched the door. He crouched on the doormat and suddenly leaped forward away from the door, wishing the leash would break.
Halfway through the leap, the leash pulled him back, choking him as he fell to the ground bodily.
()()Well, that worked well.()() Harry thought grumpily, laying on the ground, trying desperately to get his breath back. He rubbed his paw around his throat, subsiding some of the pain.
After awhile, he looked up at the leash. It was hooked onto the doorknob. If he could only get higher than the doorknob, or at least the same height, he could unhook the leash from there.
He looked around. There was nothing for him to grab onto in order to go higher. Unless he tried to jump again, but higher this time.
Harry unconsciously rubbed his throat again. He didn’t want to choke himself to death again. He cast another glance towards the window. He didn’t want to starve to death either. He had to give it another try.
He exhaled dramatically, and crouched again. He pushed himself off the ground, and kicked the door in the air, sending himself forcefully forward.
The leash cracked as it close around his neck in the air, sending him to the ground again. Harry groaned and continued rubbing his neck with his paws.
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“Father! Someone’s coming.” Draco whispered. The footsteps echoed through the dark hallways. They barely had time to stand up before the door was opened and a man was pushed forcefully into the cell.
The police slammed the door shut and strolled down the hallway, muttering about his payments.
Lucius raised his head to look at the new person. His eyes went wide with shock.
“Dung?”
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Harry woke up in the middle of the night as his stomach growled. He whimpered, ignoring the sharp pain in his stomach and looked up to the doorknob again.
()()Should I just give it one more try?()()
Something in the back of his head whispered.
NO. He thought fiercely. He was not going to choke himself to death again.
His eyes trailed down to the leash near his neck. It was almost broken, only connected by a small thread.
()()STUPID!()()
Harry growled and smacked his paws against his head. How could he be so stupid?
Harry turned his head, ignoring the stinging pain on his head. He took the torn rope into his mouth and chewed on it while tugging it slightly. Suddenly the rope tore, and Harry staggered backwards.
()()YES!()()
After balancing himself again, Harry ran into the side of the house and jumped in the house through the open window.
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“Lucius!” Dung said cheerfully, “How are ya doing?” He stumbled a few steps toward Lucius and patted him on his shoulders. Lucius stepped back, wrinkling his nose at the strong smell of alcohol.
“I can see why he’s here.” Lucius muttered.
“Why are you here?” Dung swayed dangerously in the cell.
“Driving without a license.” Lucius spat, sending the guard a cold glare.
“I drive, whiskey.” Dung muttered a few words, unable to form a sentence. “No worry. Portkey.” He snatched piece of plastic from his pocket. “Take a hold.”
Lucius ushered Draco to Dung’s side, and they both touched the portkey.
Dung took a glance at the guard. His eyes were glued to the paper.
“Weasley.”
Lucius felt the familiar feeling behind his navel before they disappeared.
A/N
Special Thanks to Catherine Siviter, my beloved beta!
Sorry it took so long…and sorry it was short. I can see some people didn’t like the break that I took. *glares at SeriousSiriusFan* Anyways, bare it with me. For those people who don’t know, Lucius was a spy for the light and the war is OVER.