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Malfoy Manor
And the series continues! Sorry to all my devoted reviewers/fans. Now that classes are over, I hope to update more often. Enjoy! And please review. I wasn\'t sure on whether or not to include smut in this chapter, but it just didn\'t sit right, so sorry for the delay. Romance is waiting in the wings for it\'s cue to join the plot, promise.
Chapter 7: Malfoy Manor
One of the first things Harry did was remove the tracking spell planted in his wand. It was this tag that alerted the Ministry to underage magic and magic in the presence of muggles. It had to go. And then he planned out the beginnings of his acquisition of education material.
Harry meticulously planned his invasion on the Malfoy Manor. Many thought him to be slightly dull, that Hermione was the only one with a brain, but that was plain untrue. All the signs leading to this conclusion were false. His grades were purposely marked low so as to give this impression, he lost at chess to Ron because he liked seeing the smile on his friend’s face.
Harry was actually a rather intelligent person and an excellent tactician. The Slytherin in him made him rather Machiavellian. After recent events, he was also deranged, psychopathic and ironically anal-retentive. He had his every move planned out and timed to perfection. It helped that the Order had floor plans of the Manor.
When he got there, Harry chose a window leading into the third floor, where the family slept. He knew exactly where Draco’s and Narcissia’s bedrooms were. He went to Draco’s first.
To prevent the alarms going off, Harry climbed the wall by hand. It was rather easy to tell the truth, the house being constructed of stone blocks. There were nooks and crannies for fingers and toes if one had the skill. Harry looked like a dark shadow ghosting up the side of the house.
He had decided not to wear his Invisibility cloak, calculating it’s potential worth against it’s potential hindrance. In the end, it would be too heavy and bulky. He was dressed in thieving assassin chick: tight black shirt, loose black linen pants, black leather gloves, and flexible black leather shoes. He was just another shadow among midnight shadows.
He entered the room of his blond nemesis through the conveniently open window he found. He touch the floor silently, padding cat quiet to the bed. Harry saw the outline of the boy’s body through the lone, thin sheet. It was a hot night, and Harry could see Draco’s flesh through sweat soaked patches of the white material. “Sopor. Sleep, enemy mine. We will have time later for fighting and histrionics.”
He was sorely tempted to blast the pureblooded boy into oblivion, he even drew his wand to do so, but he had a time limit. His sleep spell had activated the magic alarms, and Narcissia would undoubtedly be en guard.
He slipped silently out the window again, climbing over to the windows opening onto Mrs. Malfoy’s rooms. She wisely kept her windows shut. A flick of his wand and the glass was gone, allowing him to slide through into the house again.
Narcissia stood silhouetted in the light of the hallway, her wand drawn as she carefully stepped out of her quarters. She didn’t have enough time to so much as turn before she was hit with the same spell as Draco. She dropped to the floor like a narcoleptic.
Harry quickly made his way to the library on the floor below. He stepped into the darkened room, quickly moving to the section he wanted. “Lumos. Now, where is that mechanism...” He hummed a tune to himself as he hunted for the mechanical device that would open the secret room of Dark Arts books.
He found it with little trouble, locating a button in the form of a knot in the wood of the bookshelves. The door popped open with a whisper of noise, gliding open on well oiled hinges. He stepped in, making sure to prop the door open behind him. “Luminarium.” A ball of clear, white light appeared at his shoulder, lighting everything for him.
He pulled a cloth bag out of his pocket and unfolded it. Harry meticulously took every book on the shelves, shrank it, and placed it in the bag. When the bag was full, he shrank that too and put it back in his pocket, taking out another bag. He spent some time carefully packing away each individual book. Once done, he vacated the premise, removing his sleep spells from the mother and son duo.
When Harry got back to his hiding place, he found that he was darkly pleased with his night’s work. He packed the books away in a specially enchanted trunk, leaving out only a few the begin his studies with in the morning.
Translations:
Sopor: latin for \'deep sleep\'
Luminarium: latin for \'light\' or \'lamp\'
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Chapter 7: Malfoy Manor
One of the first things Harry did was remove the tracking spell planted in his wand. It was this tag that alerted the Ministry to underage magic and magic in the presence of muggles. It had to go. And then he planned out the beginnings of his acquisition of education material.
Harry meticulously planned his invasion on the Malfoy Manor. Many thought him to be slightly dull, that Hermione was the only one with a brain, but that was plain untrue. All the signs leading to this conclusion were false. His grades were purposely marked low so as to give this impression, he lost at chess to Ron because he liked seeing the smile on his friend’s face.
Harry was actually a rather intelligent person and an excellent tactician. The Slytherin in him made him rather Machiavellian. After recent events, he was also deranged, psychopathic and ironically anal-retentive. He had his every move planned out and timed to perfection. It helped that the Order had floor plans of the Manor.
When he got there, Harry chose a window leading into the third floor, where the family slept. He knew exactly where Draco’s and Narcissia’s bedrooms were. He went to Draco’s first.
To prevent the alarms going off, Harry climbed the wall by hand. It was rather easy to tell the truth, the house being constructed of stone blocks. There were nooks and crannies for fingers and toes if one had the skill. Harry looked like a dark shadow ghosting up the side of the house.
He had decided not to wear his Invisibility cloak, calculating it’s potential worth against it’s potential hindrance. In the end, it would be too heavy and bulky. He was dressed in thieving assassin chick: tight black shirt, loose black linen pants, black leather gloves, and flexible black leather shoes. He was just another shadow among midnight shadows.
He entered the room of his blond nemesis through the conveniently open window he found. He touch the floor silently, padding cat quiet to the bed. Harry saw the outline of the boy’s body through the lone, thin sheet. It was a hot night, and Harry could see Draco’s flesh through sweat soaked patches of the white material. “Sopor. Sleep, enemy mine. We will have time later for fighting and histrionics.”
He was sorely tempted to blast the pureblooded boy into oblivion, he even drew his wand to do so, but he had a time limit. His sleep spell had activated the magic alarms, and Narcissia would undoubtedly be en guard.
He slipped silently out the window again, climbing over to the windows opening onto Mrs. Malfoy’s rooms. She wisely kept her windows shut. A flick of his wand and the glass was gone, allowing him to slide through into the house again.
Narcissia stood silhouetted in the light of the hallway, her wand drawn as she carefully stepped out of her quarters. She didn’t have enough time to so much as turn before she was hit with the same spell as Draco. She dropped to the floor like a narcoleptic.
Harry quickly made his way to the library on the floor below. He stepped into the darkened room, quickly moving to the section he wanted. “Lumos. Now, where is that mechanism...” He hummed a tune to himself as he hunted for the mechanical device that would open the secret room of Dark Arts books.
He found it with little trouble, locating a button in the form of a knot in the wood of the bookshelves. The door popped open with a whisper of noise, gliding open on well oiled hinges. He stepped in, making sure to prop the door open behind him. “Luminarium.” A ball of clear, white light appeared at his shoulder, lighting everything for him.
He pulled a cloth bag out of his pocket and unfolded it. Harry meticulously took every book on the shelves, shrank it, and placed it in the bag. When the bag was full, he shrank that too and put it back in his pocket, taking out another bag. He spent some time carefully packing away each individual book. Once done, he vacated the premise, removing his sleep spells from the mother and son duo.
When Harry got back to his hiding place, he found that he was darkly pleased with his night’s work. He packed the books away in a specially enchanted trunk, leaving out only a few the begin his studies with in the morning.
Translations:
Sopor: latin for \'deep sleep\'
Luminarium: latin for \'light\' or \'lamp\'
Please review.