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12 Grim Old Place	By : ExtremelyMagical Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4699 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

Chapter List
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Chapter 14
Date Started: 03-12-07
Pairing: VoldiexSnape. ( Yuck ) VoldiexHarry? ( Double Yuck... ) OMGWTF Slight HarryxCedric ( Yeah... he's still dead... ) A little RemusxDraco and TonksxRemus XD
Disclaimer: Yep. Don't own them. Wish I did...but nope. The idea wasn't even mine. It was Yami Bakura's. I had thought of something like this... but my idea was a lot stickier so I knew deep down I'd never write it. XD http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296771786

A/N - I started writing the next chapter before this one... Does that make me a bad person? Voldemort is back by popular demand? XD Him and all his nastiness.

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A pair of black clad feet stepped over the yellowing grass crisp with dew. The droplets collected on the side of the leather shoes as each step was taken, a few of them leaving to recollect on a knew blade. The sound seemed almost infinite as each stepped echoed ghostly in the abandoned area. A long black cloak flowed and brushed up against a tombstone as those feet carried the figure through the cemetary, causing the thick fog to shift faintly in the wake. One foot pressed harshly on a small fallen branch, causing it to reach it's breaking point and snap violently. The figure paused a moment before carrying on forward towards the small grove of trees.

A few more steps and another cloaked figure stepped forward. A venomous smile spread across the features that were less than human. The second figure stepped further forward, a pair of ghostly pale hands lifted, fingers almost lovingly taking hold of the fabric of the hood which shielded the other figure's head, pushing it back and off the head.

"Severus..."

The hiss was enough to send a chill down anyone's spine and the man standing there was no different. Luckily he hid his distaste extremely well.

"My Lord..."

"I want him, Severus..."

As much as Snape would have liked to turn around and retch, he held his ground as the cloaked remainder of a man moved closer, seeming to take a small interest in his hair. He tried to invision those fingers to be anyone's but who they truely belonged to. The act was calm and gentle, something which made the man loath the action even more.

"I need him..."

The threat of a shudder made his body tense up and Snape bowed his head. Voldemort seemed amused.

"You understand this correct...? He must be brought here... I cannot live without him here... Under my protection and watchful eye..."

Snape swallowed back the sick feeling, closing his eyes and willing his brain to think of anything except what was happening.

"I want you watch him... Learn his doings... and when he's alone... bring him to me..."

"He should be under watch... My Lord. That chance may take a while."

"Take all the time you need..." One of those thin hands raised to lightly trail over Snape's cheek, one of the long nails gently grazing the skin. "Just make sure no one gets to him before I do... I want him all for myself. You're the only I can truely trust with this task..."

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A calm breeze gently swooped in through the window. Any other time it would have been welcomed but Harry was a little too lost in thought about what he was going to do next week. If anyone would have bothered to come and visit him they would have found him staring at a custard colored ball of fur on his bed. The average person wouldn't know. Harry knew the creature as Digs. The name fitted for various reasons, the fur color most of all.

Unlike a purple pygmy puff that he'd known, this one was larger and not quite brightly colored. It could be described as being the color of dust. So it fitted. Plus the fur held a strong resemblence to a certain boy's hair that Harry had truely grown to like and lost. That was another reason for the name. He'd probably never tell anyone about that reason for the name.

He reached out, fingers gently playing over the soft fur. He idly wondered if the silky texture would have applied to that tall Hufflepuff's hair too. Harry had touched the sweat soaked hair of the lifeless body but that just wasn't the same. The boy looked much more handsome when he was alive and giving a charming smile. He could have done good things with his life. He was a good guy.

The innocent die first...

Frowning, Harry picked up the furball and let himself drop back onto his cover and pillows. Voldemort had killed Cedric. Without even a thought. Kill the spare. He's not important. Cedric and Harry could have been friends. Harry would have liked that. Cedric was nice.

Voldemort seemed to kill everyone that dared to get too close. Harry felt a little surprised that Ron and Hermione were still alive. Seamus had every right to act scared of him. Dean should too, Neville too. Nothing good came from being friends with Harry Potter.

He gave Digs a small squeeze and the furball released a soft hum that made Harry raise a brow. Maybe it thought it was being hugged? He smiled nonetheless after a couple seconds of hearing the sound and set the furball on his chest. closing his eyes.

He jerked his head to the door when he heard a loud knocking. "Get downstairs. Get up! Now! It's time for dinner!" The voice was none other than his aunt's and Harry just wanted to groan and roll over.

He pushed himself up and set the puffskein on his bed before pushing himself up to stand before moving to leave the room. He slowly made his way down the steps and around into the kitchen, taking a deep breath when Petunia handed him the spoon to stir whatever the pot's contents were. He made a face but headed to the stove, looking things over and checking each of the pots while Petunia ran off to do whatever and left Harry to finish up things.

Sticking the spoon roughly into the pasta, Harry gave it a rough stir, idly wondering what Aunt Petunia would do if he weren't around to help her. Dudley would probably die of a heart attack if she ever told him to watch the food and make sure nothing burned. At least Petunia had improved slightly with making him help around. The upcoming threat of his birthday probably had something to do with it. She knew but she would never act like it.

Harry blew lightly on a piece of pasta, carefully eating the hot noodle off the spoon before cutting off the boiling water and picking up the pot to take it to the sink for draining. Cooking really wasn't that bad.

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Draco rolled over, humming softly, his dream pleasant. He was in bed with someone and they had very soft hair. They were extremely warm against his body and he moved a hand up to feel over the hair again when a tongue wetly crossed over his cheek. His face twisted into a look of disgust as he sleepily moved a hand to wipe his cheek. What horrible breath!

Silver eyes blinked open and turned to glare at his bedmate when he found out that it wasn't even human. He gasped, sitting up sharply as the wolf in his bed slowly raised its head, pointed ears perking up. He opened his mouth to let out a scream that sounded more like a harsh hiss before scooting himself backwards as quickly as possible, the result landing him roughly on the floor in a tangle of sheets and blankets. The pain was easy enough to ignore as his voice finally sounded from his throat.

"WOLF! IT TRIED TO EAT ME!"

A black cloaked figure darted into the room, before shooting a sharp glare at the beast still laying on the bed as if it owned the place. Snape's eyes narrowed just as he was joined by a severe looking woman with glasses. Another woman with bright orange hair ducked herself from under Snapes arm just as McGonagall sounded a huff.

"Remus~ Don't do that..." She said happily as she wrapped her arms around the wolf's large neck.

A tail tapped over the bed annoyedly and a faint growl sounded which made Tonks move back a little.

Snape stepped over to the shocked looking boy and roughly jerked him up as if he were a kitten. Draco moved as if he only weighed a couple pounds and the covers fell away from him in wrinkled heaps.

Swallowing, Draco sighed after and rubbed at his face before pushing back the lengthy platinum blonde hair from his face with both hands, holding it in place for a couple seconds while his heart settled down from it's quickened pace.

Snape continued to glare at the large wolf which eventually wiggled free from the orange haired woman's grasp and bounded out of the room fluidly. Tonks frowned and moved to follow the wolf, her hands on her hips.

"Did no one inform Mister Malfoy of Remus's return for tonight?"

"It wouldn't appear so..."

Draco took a moment to stare at the two adults. They knew that thing was going to be in the house and no one bothered to say a thing to him?

"Go back to sleep, Malfoy..."

Draco stared at the bed then at his blankets on the floor and gave a pout. He watched the two teachers leave the room before slowly sitting down. It would take him a while to fall asleep after something like that.

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Mr. Ollivander found dead.

The owner and well respected maker of many young wizard's wands was found dead in his previously uninhabited flat just outside of Diagon Alley. Once again there seems to be no struggle made in the room and Mr. Ollivander appeared to simply die. It is rumored that the Killing Curse was used.

The shop's windows had all been broken and it appears that all wands in the shop were unharmed. The "first wand" that was on display in the window has been taken. According to officials no lead is present at this time as to who may have wanted the wand since the wand choses the wizard and using a wand not one's own can prove harmful.

Some of the shop owners nearby have suggested that Mr. Ollivander may have been taken by Death Eaters in attempts to provide new wands for them in hopes of gaining more power. This does not explain why none of the wands appear to be missing.

Further information is needed and the Ministry asks that anyone that may have knowledge of Mr. Ollivander's disappearance or suddenly and deathly return please report as soon as possible so things may be cleared up before the funeral.

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A/N - I just want to say... this chapter was amusing. It went very fast for me at the begining then I had a brain fart and forgot what I had planned to include... Sad, isn't it? My brain fails me in my time of need. T_T

Again... I love all the reviews. They really do make me write more. If I didn't get any I would probably just be like...bleh... I'm not going to waste my time writing this out... Ha! I'm a loser... and I might do it anyway. XD I really need to work on that other story now... Two down one to go!

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