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Behind Green Eyes	By : Jessica86 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else in that universe. And I do not make any money of the story. Everything belongs to JK Rowling, and it's all her money.

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AN: Another chapter for you. I hope you'll like it.

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He ran along a deserted corridor. It was dark. His steps echoed from the stone walls. His heart was beating fast – threatening to break out of his chest. From behind him he could hear footsteps. No matter how fast he ran the steps closed in on him. He had nowhere to hide - nowhere to take cover. He tried to run faster but his body was protesting. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep it up – but he had to get away from whatever it was that was after him. Suddenly a hand clamped down on his shoulder and he screamed.

Harry sat up as the scream from his dream made its way to the real world. He looked around and saw that it was still dark out. He was still lying on the chair where he’d fallen asleep. He was still safe. And once his breath had calmed down and his heart didn’t race in his chest anymore he lay back down and tried to get back to his sleep.

The next time Harry woke up it was because of an annoying ray of light that insisted on shining in his face. He yawned loudly and stretched every muscle. To his big surprise he wasn’t as stiff as he had expected to be after lying curled up all night. Then he became aware of the sounds from the street on the other side of the house. It seemed as though Diagon Alley had woken up. He could hear people talking and laughing.

He hurried to get up and stumbled on his tail which made him fall out of the chair and tumble down on the ground. He groaned as he got up more slowly this time – how could he have forgotten to take it slow? Thankfully he hadn’t hit himself too much on his way down so he quickly shook off the dirt that had gathered in his fur.

When he came out on the street he sat down for a second just to be able to navigate. The street was more crowded than he’d imagined. With people walking around in every direction he wasn’t sure he had the nerve to walk out amongst them to find someone that he knew that could help him. But before he had any more time to think of what to do his stomach made the decision for him – it growled loudly and made it impossible for Harry to ignore it. And when he thought about it he realised that he hadn’t eaten since the last morning when Mrs Figg had given him some fish. So his first mission for the day would be to find some food.

He walked slowly along the walls of the stores to stay out of the way from all of the shopping people. He had no troubles staying out of trouble while he tried to figure out the fastest way to get to somewhere that served food.

A sweet scent of smoked beef and cheese invaded his nose and his stomach gave an approving growl. He smiled and decided to follow the scent.

It wasn’t long before he stood outside a new shop in the alley. By the scents that emerged from it Harry gathered that it must be an all-around food court. Without thinking he tried to walk in through the front door. But just as his paw was about to cross the doorway it was like he hit an invisible barrier. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t get through. But people around him kept walking in and out with no trouble at all. Ha gave off a small whimper as he realised that it must be some kind of charm to keep animals from entering. He hung his head and sat down by the door. Small whimpers left him as his stomach kept complaining to him about his failure.

“Mummy, I think kitteh hungry,” a small voice said next to him.

He looked up and saw a girl sitting on a bench next to the door. Next to her a grown woman sat – her mother Harry presumed.

“What did you say Rosie,” the woman asked and looked at her.

“I think kitteh hungry,” the girl said again and pointed at Harry.

Harry saw his chance and looked up at the women with his saddest eyes. He tried to make every feeling that he’d felt the past day come into show and he topped it off with giving away a close to pathetic mewl. The woman looked down on him and he thought he could see some sympathy in her eyes.

“Well, if you want to share your food with the cat then it’s okay. But I will not buy something new to it,” she finally said and went back to reading her paper.

The girl smiled and pulled a piece of meat from her sandwich.

“Eat this kitteh,” she said and held the meat close to Harry.

His stomach cheered as he closed in on the meat and gave it an experimental sniff. It smelled like it should and before his mind had any complaints to his actions he bit down on it and pulled it out of the girl’s hand. He started purring with joy as he quickly finished the piece.

When it was gone he licked his mouth and looked up at the girl again. She giggled and gave him a piece of cheese. She held it down to him – not quite as close as the meat. So he had to stretch to be able to get it – his front paws almost leaving the ground. But he got hold of it and ate it almost as fast as the meat.

After a few more pieces the girl looked down on him and held out her empty hands.

“I’m sorry kitteh, but food is gone now.”

Thank you, Harry said and got up from the ground.

He heard the mewl leave his lips and he hoped that the girl would understand that he was grateful for her kind gesture. She giggled again and he thought that he’d got the message through.

He turned his back on the girl and her mother and continued to stalk along the walls as he continued on his hunt for help.

After a few minutes of walking he heard the sound of laughter and – for some strange reason – something that sounded like fireworks. The loud booms hurt his ears, but his curiosity got the best of him as he followed the sound.

As he rounded a corner the sight in front of him made him stop dead in his tracks. On the other side of the road – in a corner building – was the biggest joke shop he’d ever seen. There were fireworks coming out of flower pots on each side of a giant wizard with a rabbit in his hat. Over the door Harry saw the name, and as soon as he saw the first W he knew what shop this was – Fred and George Weasley had finally opened their dream shop. Harry laughed – finding help now would be easier than he thought. The twins would know him and they would help him.

He ran towards the shop as fast as he dared without tripping over his legs. The door was open he ran towards it. But the joyous scream got stuck in his throat as he ran head first into another invisible barrier. He tumbled down the stairs and ended up in a tiny black heap next to the door. He wailed in despair as his mission just hit another obstacle. He got up from the ground and decided to sit by the door until someone he knew could come and he could get their attention.

Hours pasted and not a single familiar face showed up. Stranger after stranger entered the shop and came out with what seemed to be awesome products that Harry couldn’t wait to try himself. Once he’d seen one of the twins past by the door and he’d tried to yell and get their attention. But his cry for attention had been drowned in the talking from a bunch of kids that entered the shop at that moment.

The more time passed the sadder Harry felt. The hope he’d felt that morning drained from him more and more for every passing hour. He’d reverted to lying down on the ground – but never did he leave the door. Soon, he thought, soon someone had to come by and see him. Someone that would recognize him. He hoped. But a part of his mind kept reminding him that no one even knew that he was a cat – so how would they be able to recognize him? He tried to suffocate that voice, but as the sun sunk lower on the sky it grew stronger and as the shop closed down for the night that voice echoed through every fibre in his body.

He got up from the ground and hurried to the back of the shop. One last chance – if they were closing down then they would have to leave the shop and go home.

But as he got there he realised that he wouldn’t be so lucky. There wasn’t a single trace of anyone being there and as he looked up to see if anywhere else was open he saw the lights turn on above the shop – someone was still busy in what Harry thought was the office. That meant that it could take hours before they left. So he lay down and decided to wait for them to close up for real and go home.

Sometime during his wait he must have fallen asleep, because the next time he opened his eyes it was dark outside – and inside the building. He curled up in a smaller ball. It wasn’t cold, but he didn’t like this back yard as much as the other one. But he knew that if he stayed here there was a chance that he would be able to meet the twins when they came to work the next day.

His legs were pulled in close to his body and he wrapped his tail around his body and stuck the tip of it under his chin. He wasn’t able to explain why, but he really enjoyed the feel of his tail on his face. He closed his eyes again and started purring to keep himself from feeling to alone.

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Next day he woke up early. The reason he knew it was early was because there wasn’t much sound around him and the sun was still low. He stretched and felt his muscles protest. Apparently it wasn’t as good for the body to sleep on hard stone as it was to sleep on a soft chair. He did his best to work out every muscle to keep them from cramping. When he got up he made sure to shake off as much of the dirt as he could. He didn’t like the feeling that the dirt in his fur gave him.

After a few minutes he was satisfied with the state of his fur and he sat down to wait for the twins to arrive. He heard a window open somewhere above him and looked up. It was the same window that had been lit the previous night. Harry sighed – did that mean that the twins stayed the night at their office? What was he supposed to do now? For a moment he wondered if he should stay put where he was and hope for either one of the twins to have some business to the back yard. But he knew that it was too much of a wild shot. So instead he moved to the front of the shop and sat down next to the front step. And there he waited.

When the alley was as quiet as it was Harry realised that time passed very slow. He enjoyed the silence, but after a while it became more sedating than calming. He felt restless and wished for the twins to open the store – or at least for more people to arrive.

Suddenly the door next to him opened and one of the twins looked out. Harry gave away a startled yelp and jumped to his feet. Then twin looked down on him and laughed.

“George,” he called back into the store. “Looks like we have a queue forming outside.”

“What?” Harry heard the George call from inside.

“A cat is waiting for us to open.”

“Professor McGonagall?”

“Why would she be waiting outside to get into our shop?”

“How should I know? She’s the only cat we know.”

“Fair enough.”

Harry listened to them go on and he realised just how much he’d missed them both at the end of last year.

It’s not McGonagall, he said. It’s me – Harry!

Fred looked down on him and smiled.

“You can talk all you want cat, but I can’t understand a word. You should run along. I bet someone somewhere is missing you.”

They’re not, Harry said much sadder. I need you to help me. I need to get hold of Dumbledore. Please – you have to help me.

But Fred just closed the door and Harry let out a desperate wail. Why couldn’t they understand him? He’d tried with so many – but no one seemed to understand a single word he was saying.

Harry sighed. If the twins didn’t understand him then he would just have to sit here and wait until someone else he knew came along. Someone who could understand him was bound to come. He just needed to be patient.

The alley woke up and people started coming through. The level of the noise grew louder and started to make Harry’s head hurt. But never did he leave his place outside of the joke shop. He sat there waiting for someone to come – someone that he knew. He hoped that the rest of the Weasley family would arrive. If he could just get contact with them it would be much easier for him.

His stomach started to growl but at this time he decided to ignore it. He did not want to miss the opportunity for help.

Later that afternoon Harry felt stiff. Sitting on the same spot all day was not very good for the muscles. He knew that – but still he did it – so he wasn’t one to complain.

Suddenly he felt a drop fall on his head. He looked up and another drop hit his nose. And just as he realised that the sky had turned grey it opened up and rain started pouring down. In just a few seconds the street emptied as people ran into the closest store to get away from the rain. Harry tried to follow their example – but every store he tried had the same animal repellent charm on the door. Then he remembered – the chair he’d slept on the first night in the alley had a roof over it.

So while his fur got more and more damp he ran as fast as he dared along the street to get to the back yard of Madam Malkin’s to get some cover.

Without falling over a single time he made his way to the clothes store. He rounded the building and was soon standing by the patio. But the chair that he’d planned to lay in was already occupied. Another cat – bigger than Harry – was looking at him with a stern expression. The other cat was White with some ginger markings around its ears. Harry sniffed the air and realised that it was the same scent that he’d smelt the first night – this cat must come here often. He moved closer to the patio and saw how the other cat started wagging its tail. Harry wasn’t one to really understand cat language but he thought that this might be a good time to tell the cat that he meant no harm.

I only wish to get some cover, he said and took a small step closer.

The other cat narrowed its eyes and hissed at him. Harry swallowed hard and bowed his head.

Please, he pleaded as he moved even closer.

Then everything happened at once. The other cat shot forward faster than Harry had ever seen a cat move. It hissed and hit Harry hard across the face. Harry felt the claws that scratched him and he thought he could feel blood mix with the rain. He cried out more out of chock than pain. Harry almost fell down as he tried to get away – his legs tangled into each other and his face landed in the mud. But even though Harry tried to get away the other cat didn’t back down. It continued to assault him with its claws. Harry cried for it to stop – for it to back down. He felt teeth dig into his hind leg as he managed to get to his feet. He turned and gave an experimental hit at the other cat’s head. It let go of Harry’s leg, and before it had the time to do anything else Harry stumbled to his feet and ran the fast he could from the back yard. He heard the other cat hiss after him as he rounded to corner.

The rain was still pouring down and Harry ran as fast as he could manage to get away from the other cat and to find some shelter. He was running on pure adrenaline.

Soon he felt all energy leave him. His legs didn’t want to cooperate with him anymore and he almost fell down. He slowed down and tried to catch his breath. A few feet ahead of him he could see a doorway with a tiny roof. It was the closest to cover he could see so he stumbled there with the little energy he had left. His paws touched the stone step and he felt the last of the adrenaline leave him. He almost collapsed onto it – but he managed to get the rest of his body on top of it. He curled up in a ball and tried not to shake form cold as the rain had managed to penetrate his fur and made its way to his skin. His back leg hurt, his head hurt and he couldn’t help but whimper. He wasn’t sure if cats could cry or not – but if they could then he was doing it. He was cold, hungry, lost and hurting. He couldn’t think of a single time where he’d felt like this before. He started purring to try and keep him from falling too deep into despair.

He was slowly drifting off and felt the pain lessen – not that it was going away, but more like going numb. Then suddenly he heard a voice. It was a voice he recognised – but he was too numb to place it.

“Oh dear. How are you little one?” the voice said. There was a distinct tone of sympathy in the voice.

Harry tried to say something and he thought that a small sound left him.

“Why are you all alone out here in the rain? A gorgeous little think like you should be in the warm comfort of a house in weather like this.”

This time Harry knew that he managed to let out a soft mewl. He really wanted a warm home. The person whom the voice belonged to leaned down closer to him and Harry could tell that it was a man.

A hand stroke his back and around his neck.

“Not even a collar,” the man said sadly.

He got up again and Harry wanted to protest. The hand had felt warm – and safe. He wanted more of that.

Please, Harry whispered. Don’t leave me here.

“I can’t leave you here all alone,” the man said. “I’ll take you home. We can find your owner from there.”

He leaned down and Harry felt how his body left the ground. It was so soft and gentle that he immediately relaxed. But as the man held him close to his body he accidently brushed the bite on Harry’s leg. Harry whimpered and tried to pull away.

“I’m so sorry. You must be hurt,” the man said and changed his grip so he wasn’t touching Harry’s leg. “Hush little one,” he said as Harry whimpered again at the change of position. “I’ll just take you home. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Harry’s head was lying against the man’s chest and the heart beats sent a calming sensation throughout his body. He closed his eyes and started to purr once more.

“There you go little one,” the man smiled. “We’re going to take to floo home. It’s easier that way.”

Harry didn’t know where the man brought him but soon he felt warmth wash over him. He heard the roar from a fire and it became warmer.

The man took a firmer hold of him.

“Hold on now little one – we’re going home.”

There was some silence and Harry guessed that the man was finding some floo-powder. He curled up into a smaller ball to be easier to hold – he didn’t want the man to drop him inside the flames.

“There we go,” the man smiled again.

There was a loud roar in the flames as the man stepped into the fireplace.

“Malfoy manor,” the man said.

Oh sh… Harry thought as the green flames consumed them both.

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