The Rogue Prince

Here;s the next.
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It was pouring through the trees, the howling wind whipping the rain into Harry's eyes like sharp needles. If it wasn't thundering, the lightning was flashing shadows across their path and spooking the horses. Cohan was agitated, the whites of his eyes constantly showing, and his feet nor ears never stayed stationary. The twins weren't having much luck with their mounts either.

They were in the border lands. The lands Voldemort had claimed in the last two years since Harry had seen Severus. The Gryffindor heir was now eighteen, the age when he could rightfully claim his thrown. However, the fact that Harry Potter was alive and of age couldn't get out. Not only would he then have to claim the thrown, he would open the strengthening Gryffindor lands to attack... to betrayal. And there was no way Harry would allow that to happen.

Not to mention the damn letters reminding him that he'd need a consort, a spouse. He'd have to go through the letters requesting his hand in marriage and why the marriage would beneficial. And he, being the guy he was, had to write back, explaining why it wouldn't work. He had already committed to Lucius, and was more than happen to have the Prince's hand in marriage. He'd had the Prince on his mind since the kiss he had literally stolen two years previous.

Harry's eyes darted to the dark forest surrounding him, the shadows seemed to slide across him in waves.
Harry knew what they were, who they were. They were Voldemort's followers, Death Eaters.

A soft thud of hoof beats alerted Harry to Fred's approach.

"The Death Eaters are only ahead of us and I saw a group behind us, maybe attempting an ambush, but it would be easy to bypass them." Harry nodded, still looking ahead of him to the shadows.

"Go get Sirius."

Fred looked to Harry's face and found only a serious stone wall. Without a word, Fred spun his mare and galloped back the way he had come. Harry's eyes narrowed as the trees seemed to creak and snap around him. And among the howling wind and clashing thunder, Harry could clearly hear the whistle of an arrow.

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"I contacted the Rogue Knights." Lucius said calmly, sitting in one of the plush chairs, facing the large fireplace, in his main study. Draco shot a cold glare toward his father.

"For what purpose?" Lucius didn't even spare him a glance.

"Lord Voldemort had requested you as a consort, to finally gain the upper hand over Slytherin lands." Draco snarled, but Lucius cut him off again.

"I refuse to let him have you and in turn let him have a part of Slytherin. The Rogue Knights are sworn enemies of the Dark Lord, so I requested their presence."

Draco's eyes widened in anger, "I do not need a body guard!" The blonde bit his tongue after his response. His father sent a chilling glance his way and Draco knew that he had just been reprimanded.

"I never said they would guard, Draco."

Silver eyes shot toward gray in confusion.
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Here's another one. Once again, I'm so sorry, hopefully from now on they'll come alot quicker.