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Adult +
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Underground
Ignores second half of DH.
...
“Potter, wake up.”
Harry Potter immediately leaped out of his sleeping bag and pointed his empty hand at the fuzzy blur crouching about a meter away. Fuck, he never let go of his wand.
“Accio wand!” he shouted; the only wandless spell that he could effectively perform. But nothing flew into his outstretched hand.
“I have it” said a calm male voice. Harry tried to leap at the man but the man quickly performed a leg locker curse. “Calm down and I won’t be forced to hurt you. Here are your glasses.”
Harry’s glasses were slowly levitated into his outstretched hand. He jammed them on his head, but he was still unable to make out the man in the darkness.
“What do you want?” He hissed angrily.
“To help you” said the voice. “Lumos!” the man said, and the wand pointing as his head illuminated his face clearly.
Harry’s mouth dropped. “… Malfoy?”
...
“How did you find me?”
“I heard a rumor that refuges are hiding in the London underground because we cannot detect low level unauthorized magic that occurs below ground. But I never suspected to find you here. Don’t you have a safer hiding place? Where is the order?”
Harry glared at him for a moment before saying “you can threaten and torture me all you want and you won’t learn anything.”
“Are you thick or something? I want to help you. I told you already.”
“That’s why you have my wand pointed at my face?”
Malfoy scowled and opened his mouth as though about to let out a scathing response, but then composed himself and shut his mouth. He raised both of his hands in the air, each holding a wand. Then he placed his own wand on the floor in front of him, and scooted Harry’s wand over to him.
Harry grabbed his wand and swiftly pointed at Draco. “Hands up in the air.” Malfoy looked annoyed but complied with the request. “Don’t move or I’ll hex you.”
Keeping his eyes intently on Malfoy, he summoned Malfoy’s wand and then removed the hex on his legs.
He stood up and trained his wand on the other boy.
“Why?”
“Well obviously I’m defecting. You know, joining the side of good and light and all that.”
“Why?”
“Greater benefits package.” He said lightly. ”Plus the light side is clearly winning, with their leader sleeping in the tube and looking as thin as death, so I have to switch before it’s too late.”
Malfoy was expecting some sort of angry retort to his sarcasm, but all he received was a stern look.
“Well do you remember that night the three of you came to the manor?”
Harry’s response was not angry so much as dark “You dare to ask me if I remember that night.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to… well. I saw what they did... And after you escaped they made me torture her to try to figure out where you went. I had never really crucioed anyone before." Draco remembered how violenty his hands shook and how his Aunt Bella had laughed so harshly at his ineptitude. "Because I didn't really want to, I couldn't do it. Bellatrix called me a squib and made me torture her the muggle way. I couldn’t –“ his voice cracked “I couldn’t do something as vile as she asked. But Bella was crazy, and if I didn’t do it they would kill me and torture and kill her. So I did it, and it changed me."
Potter was silent as Malfoy stopped speaking, his face expressionless. Why won't he say something? Malfoy wondered. Does he not believe me?
Nervously, Malfoy started talking again. "I had always done what I needed to survive in my family. I would scheme, and say big things, but that was the first time I was forced to go through with something big. And I knew I couldn’t be that person. I had never questioned my choices until that day. I would dream about her screaming sometimes. And one day I knew, I just knew I had to get out.”
“What did you do to her?” Harry whispered
“Please… please…” Malfoy’s hands were shaking “Don’t make me talk about it.”
“Did you kill her?”
“No, god no. I saw her two weeks ago. But I cannot tell you for sure that she’s still alive.”
“Oh my god.” Harry dropped to his knees and put his head in his hands. “I thought for sure she was dead” He began to rock forwards and backwards “I should have saved her.”
Malfoy was a little shocked at Harry’s demeanor. He seemed so, docile and sad. The old harry would have leaped out and demanded Malfoy take him to Granger at once.
“I can figure out where she is. I can help you get her out. I’m not very far up in the ranks, but I do have some access to information. “ Harry was still rocking on his knees and Malfoy tentatively inched towards him. “Potter?” he said as he put a tentative hand on the other boy’s shoulder.
The boy jerked away from the touch, but he seemed to come back to reality.
“You need to leave now, Malfoy.”
“You cannot stay in the underground.”
“I have no choice”
“Look, Potter, I feel that… ouch, he’s calling us. I have to go before they suspect. Here is my address, memorize and burn, you know the drill” and Malfoy handed him a piece of paper. “Can I find you here tomorrow?”
“No, don’t come back.”
“I told you I’m joining you. Where can I find you?”
“Uh okay, come here tomorrow.”
Malfoy ran up the stairs.
...
Fuck, I’ve been found. Next time I'll conceal my hiding place better
Potter gathered his belongings – a sleeping bag and a small backpack. Then he apparated to another station.
...
a/n – I borrowed my title from a line from the poem Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand. I’m a little hesitant about the choice because I feel like it’s a little insulting to his great poem to even associate my crappy fanfic with it.
...
“Potter, wake up.”
Harry Potter immediately leaped out of his sleeping bag and pointed his empty hand at the fuzzy blur crouching about a meter away. Fuck, he never let go of his wand.
“Accio wand!” he shouted; the only wandless spell that he could effectively perform. But nothing flew into his outstretched hand.
“I have it” said a calm male voice. Harry tried to leap at the man but the man quickly performed a leg locker curse. “Calm down and I won’t be forced to hurt you. Here are your glasses.”
Harry’s glasses were slowly levitated into his outstretched hand. He jammed them on his head, but he was still unable to make out the man in the darkness.
“What do you want?” He hissed angrily.
“To help you” said the voice. “Lumos!” the man said, and the wand pointing as his head illuminated his face clearly.
Harry’s mouth dropped. “… Malfoy?”
...
“How did you find me?”
“I heard a rumor that refuges are hiding in the London underground because we cannot detect low level unauthorized magic that occurs below ground. But I never suspected to find you here. Don’t you have a safer hiding place? Where is the order?”
Harry glared at him for a moment before saying “you can threaten and torture me all you want and you won’t learn anything.”
“Are you thick or something? I want to help you. I told you already.”
“That’s why you have my wand pointed at my face?”
Malfoy scowled and opened his mouth as though about to let out a scathing response, but then composed himself and shut his mouth. He raised both of his hands in the air, each holding a wand. Then he placed his own wand on the floor in front of him, and scooted Harry’s wand over to him.
Harry grabbed his wand and swiftly pointed at Draco. “Hands up in the air.” Malfoy looked annoyed but complied with the request. “Don’t move or I’ll hex you.”
Keeping his eyes intently on Malfoy, he summoned Malfoy’s wand and then removed the hex on his legs.
He stood up and trained his wand on the other boy.
“Why?”
“Well obviously I’m defecting. You know, joining the side of good and light and all that.”
“Why?”
“Greater benefits package.” He said lightly. ”Plus the light side is clearly winning, with their leader sleeping in the tube and looking as thin as death, so I have to switch before it’s too late.”
Malfoy was expecting some sort of angry retort to his sarcasm, but all he received was a stern look.
“Well do you remember that night the three of you came to the manor?”
Harry’s response was not angry so much as dark “You dare to ask me if I remember that night.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to… well. I saw what they did... And after you escaped they made me torture her to try to figure out where you went. I had never really crucioed anyone before." Draco remembered how violenty his hands shook and how his Aunt Bella had laughed so harshly at his ineptitude. "Because I didn't really want to, I couldn't do it. Bellatrix called me a squib and made me torture her the muggle way. I couldn’t –“ his voice cracked “I couldn’t do something as vile as she asked. But Bella was crazy, and if I didn’t do it they would kill me and torture and kill her. So I did it, and it changed me."
Potter was silent as Malfoy stopped speaking, his face expressionless. Why won't he say something? Malfoy wondered. Does he not believe me?
Nervously, Malfoy started talking again. "I had always done what I needed to survive in my family. I would scheme, and say big things, but that was the first time I was forced to go through with something big. And I knew I couldn’t be that person. I had never questioned my choices until that day. I would dream about her screaming sometimes. And one day I knew, I just knew I had to get out.”
“What did you do to her?” Harry whispered
“Please… please…” Malfoy’s hands were shaking “Don’t make me talk about it.”
“Did you kill her?”
“No, god no. I saw her two weeks ago. But I cannot tell you for sure that she’s still alive.”
“Oh my god.” Harry dropped to his knees and put his head in his hands. “I thought for sure she was dead” He began to rock forwards and backwards “I should have saved her.”
Malfoy was a little shocked at Harry’s demeanor. He seemed so, docile and sad. The old harry would have leaped out and demanded Malfoy take him to Granger at once.
“I can figure out where she is. I can help you get her out. I’m not very far up in the ranks, but I do have some access to information. “ Harry was still rocking on his knees and Malfoy tentatively inched towards him. “Potter?” he said as he put a tentative hand on the other boy’s shoulder.
The boy jerked away from the touch, but he seemed to come back to reality.
“You need to leave now, Malfoy.”
“You cannot stay in the underground.”
“I have no choice”
“Look, Potter, I feel that… ouch, he’s calling us. I have to go before they suspect. Here is my address, memorize and burn, you know the drill” and Malfoy handed him a piece of paper. “Can I find you here tomorrow?”
“No, don’t come back.”
“I told you I’m joining you. Where can I find you?”
“Uh okay, come here tomorrow.”
Malfoy ran up the stairs.
...
Fuck, I’ve been found. Next time I'll conceal my hiding place better
Potter gathered his belongings – a sleeping bag and a small backpack. Then he apparated to another station.
...
a/n – I borrowed my title from a line from the poem Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand. I’m a little hesitant about the choice because I feel like it’s a little insulting to his great poem to even associate my crappy fanfic with it.