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Hogwarts Express	By : Closet Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To all of those who do not have HBP yet... I will post no spoilers. I will, however, be writing a
fanfic based on it shortly, but not yet. :D

And I’m putting up two chapters this evening, because I want to put two up. Two is fun. :D

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            “I really didn’t...”

            “I know,” Harry shrugged. “I know. Look, is it just me, or is this hallway really quiet?”

            “It’s unnaturally quiet, yes.” Draco frowned up and down the corridors. “And have you
noticed that something’s missing? Ghosts? Portraits?”

            “Suits of armor are gone too,” Harry frowned. “I hate to say it, but maybe we should
check the Great Hall?”

            “Everyone will be there, though!” Draco stared at Harry like he’d gone insane. “How
would that be a good idea? Waltz in where everyone can see us?”

            “No, I was thinking more along the lines of checking to see if we could hear anything
going on in there,” Harry frowned. “You can normally hear the crowd in there a long ways
away.”

            Draco frowned thoughtfully. “You just might have hit on something mildly plausible
there, Potter. Too bad you don’t have your Invisibility Cloak on you.”

            “I could steal one from one of these Harry’s....” Harry suggested, but didn’t look like he
really liked that idea. “Don’t really want to do that, though. I know I’d feel just awful if mine
went missing, it’s almost the only thing I have left from my dad.”

            “Cry me a river,” Draco snapped waspishly, but tightened his grip on Harry’s arm
nonetheless. “I don’t hear anything from the Great Hall. This is not normal, Harry. Are they all
on the Quidditch pitch?”

            “Possible, I suppose,” Harry said softly. “But I still think we should check the Great Hall
first.”

            Draco nodded, and together, the two walked slowly, and as quietly as they could, towards
the Great Hall, trying not to attract any attention, despite the fact that there really appeared to be
no one in the halls at all.

            Of course, once they reached the Great Hall, all thoughts of silence were forgotten.

            “Belemite!”

            “What happened?!” Harry yelped, horrified at the sight of some five hundred or so
Hogwarts students and professors, sprawled on tables and benches and the floor, not a one of
them breathing. Every single one of them was dead, and almost all of them held a glass, or had it
spilled beside them, or shattered on the flagstones beside them where they had fallen.

            “Based on appearances only,” Draco said slowly, “it appears that the entire school
population has, en masse, poisoned themselves.”

            “This is like the People’s Temple all over again,” Harry said, horrified.

            “What?”

            “Muggles. 1978, about 900 of them all killed themselves by drinking cyanide laced sodas.
It was religious.”

            “Well, if your silly Muggle books are any indication...” Draco had reached over the table,
lifted the arm of a dead Ravenclaw girl - maybe fifth year - and pulled a thick, black covered
book out from underneath her. “Say, Harry, ever read that Muggle ‘Bible’ book?”

            “A bit of it,” Harry said numbly, still staring at the death around him in shock. “My
cousin Dudley had a copy of it in his second bedroom, and I’d sometimes read it when I was
bored. I never really went with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia since it was just another place I
could embarrass them...”

            “Ever read this here book, ‘Exodus’?”

            “Probably, why?”

            “Read the highlighted bit.” Draco turned the book around, so that Harry could see the
open page.

            “‘Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live’.... you’re kidding.”

            “I think little miss Ravenclaw here took her teaching a little too seriously,” Draco said
lightly, lifting her arms again, and checking. “Look here. Potion burns on her wrists. She tainted
the school water supply, I’d wager. Then probably put something in the food, so it would burn
and everyone would need to take a drink...” He sneered, and let her arms drop back to the table.
“And you wonder what my problem is with Muggleborn.”

            “But that... that’s.... that’s not normal!” Harry protested, staring with wide, horrified eyes
at the innocent looking - if dead - young woman.

            “Sure it isn’t, Potter,” Draco sneered, then sighed, his rancor for Harry pretty much now
nonexistent. “Here, let’s see if we can find our bodies, shall we?”

            “You know how creepy that sounds?” Harry demanded, but followed the Slytherin, who
was picking his way through the bodies.

            A few minutes later, they stood side by side, shaking their heads. “That’s sad,” Harry said
firmly.

            “It’s also disgusting,” Draco added, glaring at their lifeless alternate bodies, which were
tangled in what he was quite prepared to call a torrid embrace. “How Romeo & Juliet can one
get?”

            Harry shrugged. “‘Never was there a tale of more woe’?”

            “‘I see Queen Mab hath been with you,’” Draco snapped, then swept an arm around
Harry’s shoulder. “Let us anon.”

            “‘Parting is such sweet sorrow,’” Harry grinned.

            “‘Thou talk’st of nothing,’” Draco growled.

            They disappeared.
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