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Frozen Love	By : Emeline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: now all the
daughter fics come out! Well, their child HAS to be a girl for this fic to
work, so� meh.

Must thank my
wonderful reviewers. Dragon Ice (x2), Miss Lesley, Katie, Meg, Thrnbrooke, and
Abby, thank you so much for reviewing. I send you tons of love.

Dragon Ice: wow.
Thank you! Double love to you, of course.

Miss Lesley: erm�
well, they�re going to bring up Draco�s possible involvement in this chappie,
so don�t hate me. Hermione slipped Harry a potion before their talk. Sorry if
that was unclear. Yeah, Hermione can kind of be overly involved, but her
heart�s in the right place, I promise. All my borrowed characters have flaws
that will be incorporated into the development of the plot, so keep reading.

Katie: I got to
tell you, I�m going to have some trouble keeping them apart. I�m just a sucker
for Harry/Draco.

Meg: yes, suspense
can be quite a killer, but I so love writing it. Suse ase and cliffhangers. But
I�ll try to be good about the cliffies. Oh, I used your name for one of my
OC�s. I hope you don�t mind.

Thrnbrooke: you�re
quite the inquisitive one. All your questions will be answered soon, so stay
tuned.

Abby: glad you
liked the chappie, and thanks for reviewing again! I also used your name for
one of my OC�s, and that actually helped me fix something that I was having
trouble with. Muchas gracias, chica!

Draco

I can turn all your music on

I can make you feel alive

I am gone but I'm never gone
from you

It was just the first time

Hermione stood with her arms crossed and her lips pursed. The look on her face clearly showed that she was not happy with the conversation she was currently having. Though he easily noticed, Ron paid no heed to his wife�s obvious displeasure. He felt that what he was saying had to be heard, whether or not Hermione was happy with it. And
perhaps he was right, but Hermione didn�t need to him bring this up.

�It�s perfectly possible, Hermione,� Ron said, shaking his head slightly.

�I know that it�s possible, Ron,� Hermione responded, maintaining her stiff stance. �And I have thought of that.�

�Then you agree,� Ron prompted.

�I�m not saying that I agree,� Hermione argued, �but I�m also not saying that it�s an impossibility. I think that it should be investigated, but we shouldn�t discuss it with Harry, at least not yet.�

�You�d check this out without telling Harry?�

�No. Meg and Tonks are probably already looking into it, but we shouldn�t get involved with that,� Hermione said.

�But why? Shouldn�t Harry be told?� Ron questioned.

�Do yhinkhink he�ll welcome that?� Hermione replied. �Do you think that he�ll want to come face to face with the possibility that Draco has betrayed him again?�

�Harry doesn�t love Malfoy anymore,� Ron stated. �There�s a big chance thalfoylfoy kidnapped Alyssa, and we all know it. Harry has no attachment to him any longer, so why shouldn�t we tell him? It would make everything easier if we just discussed this with him.�

�Draco meant a lot to Harry before they fell apart,� Hermione said. �Harry cared for him so deeply. Even though everything has changed for them, Draco still means something to Harry. True, Harry moved on, but he still remembers what it felt like to be close to Draco. He won�t want to think about the possibility that Draco has taken the one person in his life who actually makes him happy.�

�You can�t assume that you know what he wants to know and what he doesn�nt tnt to know,� Ron said, being uncharacteristically sharp.

Hermione silently took in her husband�s tone. She understood that Ron only wanted to make sure that Alyssa got back to Harry. �Do what you will, Ron,� she said, purposefully softening her own tone. �I can�t say that I�m entirely sure about what would be best. But remember that we�re working toward a common goal.�

Ron studied Hermione. �Are you afraid that this will destroy him?�

Hermione sighed and dropped her hands, allowing grief weigh down her body. Eyes shining with her sorrow, she whispered, �Aren�t you?�

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The one they called Ioanna was leading Alyssa to her room. She was a nervous young girl who couldn�t have been any older than sixteen. She didn�t dare to look into Alyssa�s eyes. It seemed that only Lysistrata and Adrastos were worthy enough to look into her eyes. Still, Ioanna managed to keep a firm grip on the chain connected to Alyssa�s shackles. Alyssa couldn�t understand these people. They worshiped her, yet they kept her imprisoned. What were they planning on using her for?

�Why are you doing this?� Alyssa asked. �What�s so special about me?�

Ioanna didn�t look at Alyssa. �You are the Spirit,� she answered. Her voice was unsteady and unsure. She evidently believed that she had no place speaking to Alyssa.

�So I�ve heard,� Alyssa said, bitterness biting at her voice. �What does that mean?�

�It is not yet time for you to learn of that,� Ioanna said. �But the time will come soon.� She stopped and faced one of the many doors that could be found along that hall. Ioanna reached up and pressed her hand against the smooth wooden entrance. A small shiver seemed to go through the door, and it creaked open. Ioanna pulled back her
hand, wincing, and rubbed her palm.

Alyssa looked curiously at her reddened palm. �Why did it hurt you?�

�I�m not strong enough to handle the magic.� There was a mournful quality to her voice. This Alyssa understood. Ioanna was obviously not talented when it came to the group�s strange magic. Alyssa had yet to see any of the members of the group use a wand. It appeared that they had partial, if not absolute, control over wandless magic. That scared Alyssa more than anything.

�I do hope the room is to your liking,� Ioanna said, breaking through Alyssa�s thoughts. �We tried to make it as comfortable as possible.� With that, she pushed the door open completely and revealed a dazzling room. A beautiful canopy bed was nestled against the far wall. A large mirror was situated to the left of the head of the bed. The carpet was intricately designed and obviously new. Rich tapestries and paintings adorned the walls. Alyssa tried to walk in to explore further, but her shackles yanked at her wrists and prevented her from going in. �Sorry,� Ioanna said quickly and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.

Alyssa�s mouth dropped open in wonder. �Wow.� To her right, there was an entrance to a private bathroom. A white wardrobe hugged the corner on her left. Decorations of maypoles and garlands were painted on the wardrobe. An overstuffed chair added the final touch to the room. Alyssa noted two odd things about the room. For one, it had no windows. That made sense, though. The other thing, conversely, did not make sense. The room had electric lighting. Wizards and witches most often did not know how to use electricity, so why did these magickers make use of it?

�Is it acceptable?� Ioanna questioned anxiously.

�Acceptable?� Alyssa exclaimed. �This is amazing.� The reality of the situation came back to her. �But� why?�

�It is the least we can do for you,� Ioanna replied. �You have no idea how much you mean to us.�

Alyssa furrowed her brow. �Do you have to be so cryptic?� she said, growing exasperated. �I can�t get a straight answer from anyone here!� She moved to cross her arms, but her restraints stopped her. �Ioanna, would you mind�� She held up her wrists.

�Oh, of course.� She removed the shackles using her strange magic. Alyssa noted that though this seemed to cause Ioanna less pain, there was still some pain for her.

�Why are you here?� Alyssa asked her. �You�re so young. Are you here by choice?�

�It doesn�t matter,� Ioanna murmured.

�I�d like to know. Look at me. Please.�

�I� I shouldn�t. I am not worthy enough to look into your eyes, Spirit.�

�My name is Alyssa,� she said firmly. �And as the one your people apparently adore, I insist that you look into my eyes. You cannot disobey me.�

Timidly, Ioanna looked up and caught Alyssa�s eye.

�Good. Now, why are you here?�

�I�m here because of my blood,� Ioanna said.

�Hmm. Just like me,� Alyssa muttered, grimacing at the fresh memory of the blood ceremony.

�I'>�I am fortunate enough to a part of an honored bloodline.� Ioanna�s nerves greatly diminished as she spoke of this. She was proud of her history, as Alyssa could see. �Though it isn�t the noble bloodline of Sophronia, it is still blessed by the kind of magic she had. Our praetora accepted me because of that.�

�Praetora? Is that Lysistrata?� Alyssa asked, perplexed.

Ioanna nodded.

�Are you happy to be here?�

�It is a privilege to be here.�

�But are you happy?� Alyssa pressed.

Ioanna hesitated before saying, �Yes.�

�I don�t believe you,� Alyssa declared. She crossed the room and sat down on the bed, fingering the satin sheets thoughtfully. �In fact, I think that you hate being here, and I�m almost certain that you hate the magic.�

Ioanna valiantly tried to keep emotion from sneaking onto her face, but she failed to hide the sadness in her eyes. �I should leave now. I have lingered far too long. Demetria will be along with your food soon, and it wouldn�t be good for me to be seen talking to you like an equal.�

Alyssa ignored her comments. �Is your name really Ioanna?�

�What makes you ask?�

�Well,� Alyssa said as she flopped onto her stomach, �it doesn�t seem natural that you would all have Greek names. You don�t even look Greek.�

Ioanna touched her wavy brown hair. �I�m not directly Greek,� she admitted. �And my name really isn�t Ioanna. But I mustn�t speak of my former name.� She moved toward the door.

�I don�t know what you have planned for me, but I am going to escape,� Alyssa said, speaking with more courage than she actually felt.

Ioanna pressed her hand against the door. It popped open, but she didn�t move. She murmured something, then turned around. �Abby,� she blurted.

�What?�

�My real name is Abby.� She whipped around and opened the door. Another follower of Lysistrata stood there, holding a tray of food. Abby let her pass into the room before she hastily disappeared down the hall.

Alyssa couldn�t be sure, but she thought she knew what Abby had murmured in response to her promise to escape.

�I hope you do.�

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Harry glanced at the name at the top of the page. �Azkaban,� he muttered, letting the paper fall onto a growing pile. Two other piles sat upon his desk. Nestled between those two piles was a cup of lukewarm coffee. It had been steaming hot when Hermione had brought it to him. He had yet to touch it.

Picking up the next paper from the first pile, he scanned the page. �Tyler Cole. Aan.�an.� He scowled and went to snatch up the next paper. However, another hand reached out and grabbed it before he could.

�Shannon Komf. She�s been dead for two years. She was quite the bitch, as I recall.�

Harry looked up at Meg Lyra. Next to her stood Tonks. They were wearing similar and distinctly somber expressions. He knew that they would be offering no good news. �What is it?�

�We thought we had something on Joseph Parker,� Meg said. �But we were wrong.�

�Did you find him?� Harry asked.

�We found pieces of him,� Tonks said.

�What about Allen Roberts?�

�Currently under arrest for the use of two Unforgiveables on Joseph Parker,� Meg supplied. �Both of them were too busy fighting each other to do anything else. We checked it out. There�s nothing that would link them to the kidnapping.�

Harry silently regarded them. �You two take a break,� he said, standing. �I�m going to check out Mark Connolly. With all the people watching him, I don�t think he�d do something so stupid, but he does have a history.�

�Harry, we need to talk to you,� Tonks told him.

�If it isn�t about a lead, I don�t need to hear about it,� Harry replied.

�It�s about a suspicion,� said Meg. �It�s something we really need to talk about.�

�Whom do you suspect?�

Meg and Tonks exchanged a look. �Malfoy,� Meg said with certain reluctance.

�I don�t have time to fool around.�

�You need to listen to us,� Tonks said.

There was a short round of knocks at his office door. The door opened before Harry could even think of responding, and Hermione and Ron strode in.

�Harry, we need to discuss Malfoy,� Ron stated.

�There is nothing to discuss,� Harry said, pushing past him. �Draco doesn�t relate this situation.�

�But he does,� Ron said. �You know that Malfoy could have done this. He has sufficient motive. He came to you on the same day that your daughter was kidnapped. He wanted to talk about Alyssa, didn�t he? How that be a coincidence?�

�This is ridiculous.�

�Harry, you have to consider that he could have done this,� Tonks said.

�He wouldn�t,� Harry snapped. �He would never do that to me.�

�He put you into a house that he bought,� Ron continued. �He set you up for this.�

Harry blocked out their voices and left the room. Their words made sense. It was possible that they were right. Anger swept over Harry. He refused to believe that Draco would do such a thing. He couldn�t have. He just couldn�t have.

�I need to see him,� a familiar voice insisted.

�You�re not going anywhere near Mr. Potter,� the voice belonging to Ginny Weasley-Lovegood announced. �You are under suspicion for the kidnap of Alyssa Potter, Mr. Malfoy.�

Harry rushed toward the sound of the voices. Draco Malfoy was indeed standing there with Ginny Weasley-Lovegood. Instead of looking distraught, as he had the previous day, Draco looked determined. A fire actually burned in his eyes. Harry was instantly reminded of the Draco he had once known.

�Whoever told you that Mr. Malfoy is under suspicion was highly misinformed,� Harry said.

�It came straight from Meg Lyra,� Ginny replied. �She instructed me to not let Malfoy near you. Just following orders.�

�I�m changing those orders,� Harry said. �If Draco has something to tell me, he�s free to do so.�

Hermione and Ron appeared. Harry kept his frustration with them in check by concentrating on the parchment in Draco�s hand.

�Someone sent me this.� Draco handed Harry the note.

�She will be freed.� Harry stared it for a long time.

�Oh, a note from the kidnappers is sent to Malfoy right when certain suspicions come up. Awfully convenient, don�t you think?� Ron glared at Draco, who had a sudden flashback to their school days.

�It�s the clue we have so far,� Harry said.

�You�re being very trusting,� Ginny commented.

�I will verify its authenticity. The spells will show the truth.� He paused. �Draco, perhaps you should tell me about the spells that were put on the house.� He led Draco away from the others.

Hermione, Ginny, and Ron watched them leave. �He trusts him. He actually trusts fucking Malfoy,� Ron said, furious.

�He doesn�t trust Draco,� Hermione disagreed. �He�s just desperate to find Alyssa.� She knew that Harry was concentrating on the clue and not Draco. He needed something to cling to, even if it came from Draco. Once Alyssa was found, things would still be the same between Harry and Draco. Nothing would change. With a certain amount of guilt, Hermione realized that she was quite comforted by that fact.

�Does he trust us?� Ginny questioned.

For once, Hermione didn�t have an answer. After a long silence, Hermione declared that she was going to continue working. Before she could make a move, Mordecai Ethans rounded the corner and bumped into her, dropping a long, flat box.

�Sorry,� Mordecai puffed, picking up the box.

�Mordecai, where are you off to in such a hurry?�

�An important delivery,� Mordecai said, severely out of breath. �Has to be in person. No time to chat.� Mordecai worked in the Department of Mysteries, so they knew better than to ask any more questions. �Good luck with finding Alyssa,� he said as he trotted off.

�Well, I�d better get back to work,� Hermione said.

�I�m coming with you. It seems that I�m off guard duty,� Ginny said. �Come on, Ron.�

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Lysistrata watched through the mirror as Alyssa poked prd prodded the food that had been presented to her. After a few minutes of testing, she finally decided that it was safe to eat. Lysistrata was pleased. She needed Alyssa to be strong and aware.

The mirror was a simple muggle technology that they reportedly used to observe suspected criminals. The man who had gotten the mirror to Lysistrata had gone into great detail about its uses, but she had no interest in that. She only knew that it served her
purposes perfectly, and that was all she needed to know.

There were three knocks at the door. Lysistrata eagerly opened the door and ushered in a broad, chubby man. �Do have it?� she inquired.

�Of course I have it, Lizzie,� the man replied curtly. �You didn�t pay me for nothing.�

�If you ever call me by that name again, Mordecai, I will castrate you,� Lysistrata said, being extremely pleasant.

Mordecai eyed Lysistrata cautiously. �Right.� He held out a bundle of cloth. �Here it is. The Cruentas de Machaera.�

Lysistrata took the bundle and carefully laid it on the table. She then flicked the cloth open. Her eyes widened in awe as she saw the dagger. Lysistrata breathed in sharply and, hands trembling slightly, grasped the dagger handle. She examined it thoroughly. The dagger had a flawless steel blade. A long sliver of quartz interrupted the center of the blade. The silver handle contained three evenly spaced crystals. It appeared to be new, but Lysistrata knew that the Cruentas de Machaera was nearly as old as magic itself.

�It�s beautiful,� Lysistrata breathed. �The sacred dagger of Sophronia. Mine at last.�

As Lysistrata admired the ancient dagger, Mordecai looked upon Alyssa. She was a lovely youth - firm and confident, yet still fragile. He watched her pick out a grape and pop in her mouth, nearly drooling as she licked her lips. Oh, the things he could do to her�

Lysistrata glanced up at Mordecai and immediately noted the hunger in his gaze. Her eyes narrowed and she coolly said, �Alyssa Potter will remain pure, Mister Ethans.�

He did not look away, nor did he show any signs of having heard Lysistrata.

�You have been paid,� Lysistrata continued brusquely. �Leave now. I�ve no further use for you.�

At this point, Mordecai tore his gaze from Alyssa. �I went through a lot of trouble to get that,� he said, jabbing a fat finger at the dagger. �I think I deserve a greater reward.�

�You agreed to that amount of money.� Her grip on the dagger had increased so much that her knuckles had turned white. �Leave,� she commanded.

�I don�t believe I shall.�

Lysistrata abruptly lashed out, thrusting the dagger into Mordecai�s stomach. �I do not renegotiate,� she growled, carefully emphasizing each word.

Mordecai�s mouth opened, but he made no sound.

Lysistrata pulled out the dagger. Mordecai fell to the ground. �Disgusting pig,� she spat, kicking his limp body. Raising the dagger, she watched as the blood disappeared from the blade. A swirling grayness appeared within the quartz. It then drained into the three crystals. Slowly, the crystals turned black. They stayed that way for a few moments before they faded back to their original state. Lysistrata didn�t need to check Mordecai�s body to know that there was no wound, but she exposed Mordecai�s stomach anyway. The skin was unbroken.

Lysistrata smiled. �Perfect,� she purred.

Harry

When love changes in the flash
of an eye

It leaves people burnin� by the side of the road

You stand there, you got nothing to hold

For the first time you are alone

For the first time you are alone
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