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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: thank you, SilverPhoenix,
lovelondonlook, and Dragon Ice for reviewing.

SilverPhoenix: I�m glad that you
enjoyed the last chapters. Thank you!

Lovelondonlook: Sub Rosa is
currently making me bonkers, so it�s been leaving little muse for this story.
I�m trying to make the chapters of this long, but the whole muse issue is
making that difficult. M-preg is pretty unbelievable, but something drove me to
write this. And it wasn�t insanity. I think.

Dragon Ice: well, I�m glad that
you like this story. Thanks for reviewing these last few chapters.

Draco

Do you ever wonder

Or worry about me?

Did I ever love you?

Did you ever love me?

It was all an act. There was no trust; there was no truth. Draco doubted that Harry could even really see him. Of course, this wasn�t about him. This was about Alyssa... their daughter. No, Harry�s daughter. He didn�t even know Alyssa. Harry had been completely correct when he had said that Draco would be sorry when he realized that Alyssa didn�t know him. She didn�t know him, and she never would.

A not-so-subtle sigh announced that Weasley had finished his inspection of the paper.

�Well?� Harry asked.

�It wasn�t written by Malfoy,� Weasley grumbled. He was obviously trying to downplay his annoyance at being proven wrong, but he wasn�t doing a very good job.

�And�� Granger said, encouraging Weasley along.

Weasley glanced at Granger. He seemed to be silently telling her to drop it, but Granger just continued to stare at Weasley expectantly. �And whoever wrote this meant it,� he said with marked reluctance.

�There�s more than just that,� Granger said, using that irritating, know-it-all tone. Strange, Draco would have thought that she would have outgrown that.

�I don�t know what you�re talking about, Hermione,� Weasley responded, frustration causing his voice to grow louder.

�He didn�t notice it,� Granger muttered under her breath. She rolled her eyes.

�Luckily, you apparently did,� Harry said. �So what is it?�

�The spell showed that the intent is open to debate,� Granger explained. �It�s unclear exactly what the person means.�

Confusion flittered across Harry�s face. �Isn�t it rather straightforward?�

�No,� said Granger. �We don�t know what this person�s definition of freedom is. The person could think that he or she is freeing Alyssa from you or the world in general. And as for the method that will be used to free her� That�s totally unsure.�

�Why would the person send this if it tells us nothing?� Harry questioned wearily.

The familiar dull pain that Draco had lived with for years increased its prominence as he looked upon Harry. Had he again failed? He had hoped that this note would have given them something to go on, but apparently that wasn�t true. It seemed that the note was merely a taunt.

�That depends completely on the person�s definition of freedom,� Granger said. �And the note does tell us one thing. We are dealing with an extremely unique person. The person who has Alyssa isn�t in the criminal records, nor is he or she likely found in any records.�

Perhaps Granger�s know-it-all attitude wasn�t so useless. �What makes you say that?� Draco asked.

Granger seemed to suddenly notice him. She blinked and quickly recovered her train of thought. �Because we would know about the person if he or she was recorded in any kind of magical records.� She picked up the paper and stared down it. �This note is coated with the residues of a most unusual type of magic.� She locked eyes with Harry. �Wandless magic. To date, the few people who have had wandless magic have been well-documented and well known.�

�So how did the person hide this ability?�

�I�d wager that he or she has been hiding away from wizarding world,� Granger said, a thoughtful look on her face. �The person never went to a wizarding school. Somehow, though, the person got some training on his or her magic.� Her eyes lit up suddenly. �In fact, I think it�s safe to say that we�re dealing with at least two people. Maybe more. This person had to get training from somewhere. He or she couldn�t have possibly gathered enough knowledge on wandless magic to arrange such a complicated kidnapping. Most likely, this is a group effort. The man who got to Alyssa had to get past all of the spells on the house. One person couldn�t have possibly done it alone.�

�The question is,� Harry said, �is there just one person with wandless magic?�

Granger frowned. �If there�s more than one person, then we are dealing with a serious threat to the wizarding world. We�re going to have inform the others about this development.�

�Later,� Draco said. �Granger-�

�You can call me Hermione, you know,� Granger said wryly.

Weasley narrowed his eyes, as if he was daring Draco to speak his wife�s name.

�The spell that you used,� Draco went on, �can you use it to identify traces of magic in the house?�

�I suppose so,� Granger replied. �It won�t be as specific when applied to a larger area, though.�

�That�s fine,� Draco said. �There still might be some traces of the magic that was used to get through the spells.�

�We won�t be able to compare the magicks, if that�s what you�re thinking,� Granger pointed out. �Even when used on the note, the spell just isn�t that powerful.�

�It�s not that powerful right now,� Draco responded, �but I have certain tools at my disposal that can help with that problem.�

Draco noticed that Harry was staring at him. Draco tried to catch Harry�s eye to acknowledge the look, but Harry had already turned away.

�Are these tools legal?� Granger inquired bluntly.

�Yes,� Draco answered. �They�re just� not common.�

�Then we should get over to the house,� Ganger said. �Er� that is, if Harry wouldn�t mind Ron and I tagging along. Do you, Harry?�

�Would my answer really affect you?� Harry responded.

Granger�s cheeks reddened slightly. �Harry, it�s totally up to you. I won�t go if yon�t n�t want me to.�

�It�s fine,� Harry said. He appeared to be affected
by Granger�s reaction. �I do need you, Hermione.�

�Well, right now we need what Draco has to offer,�
Granger said, averting Harry�s attention back to Draco. This really meant nothing. She was only trying to return to the more demanding focus.

For seemingly no reason at all, Granger nodded at
Draco. She switched her gaze to Harry so quickly that Draco wasn�t even sure that Granger had made any gesture at all. �Onward, then.�

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Alyssa shouldn�t have eaten the food. Too late she realized that. Even though she had been ravenous and nothing had seemed off about the food, she still shouldn�t have eaten it. Now, she could feel that something was wrong. Nothing hurt, and she didn�t feel like she was dying, but there was something wrong. She planted two feet on the ground
and stood, feeling strangely light and flimsy. She then wandered over to the mirror. She gasped at what she saw. �No,� she whispered. Alyssa was disappearing. Her hands were completely transparent, and the invisibility was quickly engulfing her whole body. She stumbled back as transparency spread. Soon she would be gone�

Alyssa awoke with a jerk. She hurriedly turned on the lights and checked to make sure that she was still there. She was all right. Breathing a sigh of relief, she sank back down into the bed. She took a few calming breaths, hoping to slip back into the comfort of sleep. That, however, was not going to happen.

The door opened and Lysistrata walked in, smirking slightly. �Good,� she remarked softly. �You�re awake.�

Alyssa winced, sat up, and pulled her knees to her chest. �What do you want?� she asked, refusing to look at her captor.

�At the moment, I�d like some answers,� Lysistrata said. �I want to know how much you�ve been told.�

�About what?� Alyssa glanced at Lysistrata. She immediately regretted the move, as she thought she saw the flash of a dagger within the depths of Lysistrata�s robes. She knew that it was a good idea to find out what she was going against, but she was too weary to fight. She was by no means indifferent to her fate, but she was just so tired of this.

�Your power, mainly. Did he ever tell you what Adrastos told him?� She tilted her head to the side, looking at Alyssa curiously.

�If you�re talking about my father,� Alyssa snapped, �he never said anything about you people.�

�But which one do you speak of?�

�Leave me alone.� Alyssa had had enough of Lysistrata�s nonsensical comments.

A perturbing grin broke across Lysistrata�s face. She laughed. �You don�t even know. This makes things more interesting.�

�There seems to be quite a lot that I don�t know,� Alyssa said. �I�d ask, but-�

�Oh, no, I shouldn�t be the one to tell you that.� Lysistrata started to back away, still grinning manically. �How interesting, though� I knew you didn�t have contact with him, but this would explain a lot.�

�Go away.�

�Of course� Anima.� The door shut firmly behind her.

Alyssa seized the nearest object and hurled it out the door, letting out a frustrated scream. Clenching her fists, she jumped up and began to examine every inch of the room. A new driving force, fed by her frustration, had arisen within her. Her apathy forgotten, she slowly began to plan out her escape. She realized that she was going to need help, and there was only one person who would be able to provide that help. But would Abby be willing to aid her?

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The sky was filled with the tinge of dusk when they arrived at the house. Draco had retrieved his �uncommon� tools. Hermione was unable to identify any of the gadgets, which, in their structures, were remarkably like the gadgets used by muggles. It was quite strange, but Hermione felt no need to question Draco about them. She could see that they were magical, due to the fact that they were floating. All of the tools were similar in their appearances - they were all broad, flat, and circular. They emitted low humming noises while their tiny lights flickered on and off.

Rather like flying saucers, Hermione mused as they ventured deeper into the darkened house.

�Where�s Alyssa�s room?� Draco questioned Harry.

�This way.� Harry led them up to Alyssa�s room, where they stopped. Hermione moved to turn on the lights.

�Don�t,� Draco said. �Just watch.� He pointed his wand at one of the gadgets, muttering something. The tool fell to the ground, and its lights turned off. At first, Hermione thought something had gone wrong, but the expression on Draco�s face told her that everything was going right. So she watched silently, waiting for something to happen.

For a while, nothing happened. Then a ghostly pair of mechanical claws rose up and out of the gadget. They stretched out until they were each roughly the same length as the diameter of the device. Once they had reached that point, they hooked into floor. The lights of the gadget turned back on. The lights gradually became stronger, filling the room with their bright red color. The color swept over the room, then the lights of the device switched off. The walls, however, remained lit with the red color.

Draco moved onto the next two devices. He spoke another spell, and the devices attached themselves to the wall. �Granger, say the spell and get out the letter.�

Ignoring the further use of her last name, Hermione raised her wand and said, �Fundere.� She then got out the letter. This time, the change was swift. While one gadget spread a pure white light over the room, the other gadget used its own claws to get the letter. The red and the white lights fused together, then darkened and formed into a small portal in the wall. A similar color coated the letter. It wasn�t long before the light of the letter shot out and became one with the portal.

�Similar magicks are drawn to each other,� Hermione said. She went up to the portal. �This must be where the person broke through the spells. But� the magicks are only similar. They�re not the same.�

�They both come from wandless magic,� Ron said.

�But not from the same person.�

Draco appeared to be deep in thought. �Granger, how much do you know about magical cults?�

�I know a fair amount about them,� Hermione replied. �There aren�t many known cults. I don�t believe that a cult would have to do with Alyssa�s kidnapping.�

�I�m rather certain that a cult does have to do with this,� Draco said. �We have to go back to the Ministry.�

Suddenly, there was a drumming at the window. A raven was perched outside of the window. Draco�s eyes went wide, and he strode over to the window. He snatched the letter up and read through it quickly. �We have to go to the Ministry. Now.�

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The desire to escape was all consuming. It made it impossible for Alyssa to think of anything else. She scarcely moved at all as she sat there, waiting for Abby to show up again. There was no guarantee that the teen would show up, but there was a guarantee that Alyssa would wait. Normally, she had no patience. This situation was extremely unique, however. Escape was her new obsession, and she would be satisfied. She was going to ensure that she got free.

And if Abby rejected her need?

In her mind, Alyssa would not allow that bleak possibility to exist. Everything was going to go right. Abby would come, hear Alyssa�s pleadings, and help her.

It would go right. Alyssa was convinced that her very life depended on it. It most likely did.

A frenzied joy overwhelmed Alyssa when the door opened. For the second time that day, Demetria came in without a word and put down a fresh tray of food. Desolation swiftly displaced the former elation, causing Alyssa�s heart to sink to its original standing.

Time continued to pass, albeit in an appallingly slow manner. Alyssa half-heartedly picked at her food, too distraught to feel any hunger. Her only need was too escape, and that need could only be sated with the arrival of Abby.

Alyssa had just laid back, eyes closing, when the door opened for the fourth time that day. Her eyes snapped open. She discovered that her patience had been rewarded, for there stood Abby, appearing to be more confident than she had the last time the two had met.

�Abby,� Alyssa breathlessly said. �You�re back. Thank goodness. Listen, I know you barely know me, and you�re a part of this group, but��

Abby spoke before Alyssa could finish. �You want me to help you get out of here.�

�I have to get out of here,� Alyssa said. �Lysistrata is going to kill me.�

�She isn�t going to kill you,� Abby responded.

�Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?� Alyssa regretted the harshness of her tone, but she didn�t attempt to apologize for it. �What do you think is going to happen? I don�t belong here. I need my father. I need to get out of here!� She broke into a sob and buried her face in her hands. Her fingernails dug into her flesh, but she
couldn�t feel it.

�Nothing will happen to you.� Abby sounded numbed, perhaps by fear.

�I know you�re afraid,� Alyssa said, her words muffled by her hands, �but if you just tell my father��

�If Lysistrata catches me�� Abby cut off, taking a moment to compose herself. �My parents� betrayal was enough to get them killed. I�m no use to you if I�m dead.�

Slowly, Alyssa raised her head. Abby was pale; her eyes were shining. �They killed your parents?�

�Lysistrata could have killed me too,� Abby went on. �Many of the members wanted her to. I was a risk to them. But she let me live. I know that she�ll let you live.�

�How did your parents betray your group?�

�They were working for that Ministry. They wanted to destroy the Eximo.� Abby�s words were not cold, as Alyssa would have expected. Instead, it seemed that this was a speech that Abby had been taught. �They were traitors to their own blood. The Eximo had to protect itself.�

�You believe that?� Alyssa said, shocked. �These people killed your parents! You have to get away from them.�

Abby shook her head. �Lysistrata protects me,� she deadpanned, fingering the necklace that hung around her neck. Alyssa had noted that all the members of the� what had Abby called it? Oh, the Eximo. All the members of the Eximo wore that necklace. She assumed that it was a symbol of their unity. �The world would reject me.�

Alyssa leapt up and grabbed Abby. �Listen to me, Abby. These people are murderers. They have your parents� blood on their hands. Lysistrata stole your life. She maou iou into what she wanted you to be. Do you even remember your parents?�

Abby frowned. �A little. I was four when they died. I barely knew them.�

Alyssa could see that she was getting through to Abby. �I understand what it�s like to not know a parent,� Alyssa said gently. �My mother, Morgana Fontaine, died when I was very young. I don�t remember anything about her.�

�Your mother?� Abby repeated.

�Yeah. My father told me a lot about her, but I can never really know her. You should have been able to know your parents, Abby.�

�But� your mother? He told you that you have a mother?� Abby now just looked confused.

�Yes,� Alyssa responded, puzzled. �I mean, I did have a mother.�

�My God,� Abby murmured. �You don�t know.� She looked up and met Alyssa�s gaze. �Alyssa, I�m really not the right person to tell you this, but you should know.� She paused. �You never had a mother.�

What an absurd thing to say, Alyssa thought to herself, finding a small amount of amusement in the statement. �Of course I had a mother. If this is a joke, I don�t get it.�

Abby�s expression did not change its grimness. �You know that certain male wizards can have children, correct?�

�Yes,� Alyssa responded, �but that has nothing to do with me.�

�Harry Potter was the one who bore you, Alyssa,� Abby said. �Your other father is Draco Malfoy.�

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A/N: That weird data base thing really messed with my stories. If you found a lot of strange, garbled words, they weren't there when I posted the story. I hope I've cleared everything up, but if you notice anything, please tell me.
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