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//—// signifies Harry's thoughts

A Peaceful Day—Or So It Seems

Part 6

Harry Potter clutched his stinging side as he ran after Professor Reed and Headmaster Dumbledore. He never knew that the frail-looking wizard could move so quickly and effortlessly as if he was gliding.

// Snape's bat-like glide is nothing compared to the Headmaster when he's in this mode. //

Speaking of Professor Snape, he watched his Potion teacher hurried to catch up with the other professors and began a whispered conversation with Dumbledore.

Harry increased his pace not wanting to miss the conversation but he was forced to slow down when he felt his ribs protesting in pain.

//I should have stayed with them and let Malfoy exhaust himself running around the castle looking for help. Stupid git. Stupid, stupid, stupid—gorgeous git!

//Shite, where did that thought come from? //

The throbbing of his side reminded him that this was not the right time or place to drool over his supposedly arch-rival

// This is turning out to be one of those days one would generally avoid just like the Egyptian plague or Neville stirring a cauldron in class. To think that I woke up expecting an adventure-free Sunday—//

*******************FLASHBACK*******************

Harry Potter, carrying his Acceflash3000 tiptoed out of the room he shared with Ron (the sixth years were given two-to-a-room accommodation for additional privacy), not wanting to wake up his snoring best friend. Lately, Harry had taken to flying early in the morning as a way of clearing and conditioning his mind for the day ahead. Early morning trips to the Quidditch field also gave him the chance to avoid the other students who clamored for his time and attention.

He headed out of the Gryffindor Common Room and started down the corridor to his left. A secret side staircase (courtesy of the Weasley Twins) behind a tapestry of Merlin was located in this particular corridor. You had to pull the upper right corner of the said weaving in order to reveal the hidden door situated behind it. The staircase wound downwards and directly at the end of it was a small door, about waist high. This trapdoor opened to the Gryffindor bleachers. Harry was quite amazed when the Terrible Twins decided to reveal this secret before they left Hogwarts. Fred or was it George told him that it would be a waste if nobody would ever use it once they graduated and in a burst of generosity (and mischief) came to decide to share with Harry in case he wanted a place to "snog or something."

Once outside, Harry proceeded to the Quidditch field only to stop short when he caught a glimpse of a certain gray-eyed blond already zipping aroon hon his own broom.

//Damn. It's too early to deal with this crap! //

Draco Malfoy came to an abrupt halt when he saw his Harry Potter staring up at him balefully.

"Come to spy, Potter?"

"On what? You're amazing lack of skill, Malfoy?"

Harry saw Draco's eyes narrowed at the unexpected comeback. The Boy-Who-Lived had changed a lot ever since fourth year. He no longer was the pacifist of the Triumvirate (as the school body refers to Potter, Weasley and Granger) and seemed to refuse to take crap from anyone, especially Malfoy and his thugs.

"Do you mind Malfoy? I have to start my daily exercise before the day is over. Would you move your scrawny arse?"

"You can do what you like Potter. This is being a free country and all that shit. Just stay on your side of the field and I'll stay on mine—and for your information, my ass is not 'scrawny' in any way—care for a peep?"

"As if I've ever be tempted, Malfoy." // In more ways than one//

Another voice, one that strangely sounded like Malfoy, piped up from tepthepths of his psyche shouting //Liar! You already are!!!//

They flew for an hour or so, taking pains not to look at one another directly but all the while sneaking glances when the other was not looking. Harry, of course, was oblivious to the searing glances thrown his way by the elegant blond. Trying to talk sense to his obviously over-active libido occupied most of his attention until he remembered that he was way past due for breakfast.

De-accelerating rapidly, he touched ground and dismounted. Turning around he saw Malfoy doing the same thing, obviously realizing that he was also late for breakfast. Not wanting to reveal his secret passage, Harry turned and strode towards the front door of the castle. Malfoy was right beside him, matching him step by step. Both of them continued to ignore the other's presence until a gasped from Malfoy made Harry turn towards him.

"Potter, do you see what I see?" a frown marred the usually arrogant face.

"What? What are you talking a—damn—are those people?!"

Harry took off at a ran upon noticing two crumpled forms on the stairs leading to the Great Doors of the castle.

Reaching the prone figure of a dark-haired boy, he immediately searched for a pulse. Finding one slow but evenly thumping, he turned his attention to the other person Malfoy was tending to. He noticed that the be-spectacled youth lying limply was also breathing shallowly.

"W-who the hell are they?" Harry asked, nervously swallowing.

Draco Malfoy slowly regained some of the color he somehow lost at the thought of dealinth tth two dead bodies.

"How should I know Potter? Do I look like a seer to you?" Malfoy asked snarkily, resorting to his usual sarcasm to hide his still pounding heart.

For once, Harry failed to rise to the verbal bait the Slytherin dangled in front of him. He was busy examining he two unconscious strangers in front of them for signs of foul play. He noticed that the dark-haired boy was clutching something yellow in his hand. Was it a —stuff toy?!

"Malfoy, can we call a truce for the moment? These errr— (staring doubtfully at the almost feminine features of the boy by Malfoy's side) guys need our help—can you stay with them while I call Professor Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey?"

Draco Malfoy's eyes showed his surprise at Harry's unexpectedly civil tone but his face showed none of it when he quietly gave his agreement.

Harry, quite relieved (not to mention surprised) that the Slytherin boy did not argue at all, immediately stood up ran ran into the Great Hall to begin his frantic search for help.

**********END OF FLASHBACK***************

Harry Potter was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he barely registered that they had reached the front door of the castle and were now hurrying down to the waiting figure of Draco Malfoy flanked by two unconscious boys.

Professor Dumbledore voiced his approval upon seeing that the Slytherin used his robe and sweater to prop the heads of the two boys. Harryrprirprised by Malfoy's thoughtfulness, did not notice another meaningful glance being exchanged by the Headmaster and Professor Reed ---the latter's face softening a little when he looked down at the two senseless boys. However, Professor Snape and curiously enough, Draco Malfoy noticed the unusual exchange. Snape looked a trifle sour at being left out of the silent communication while Draco merely raised a quizzical brow.

"I believe that they would be more comfortable in the hospital wing?" Dumbledore announced.

Professor Reed and Snape withdrew their wands almost simultaneously and uttered the same spell: "Mobilicorpus."

Harry and Draco shared a quick grin when they saw how ferociously Professor Snape scowled at the Divination professor while Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily and Professor Reed just smiled his usual gentle smile.

The unusual procession led by two unconscious bodies floating towards the hospital wing made quite a spectacle on the early risers who were enjoying their breakfast. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy ignored the fus wus whisperings and anxiously followed in the wake of their professors.

//Who are these boys? What are they doing here in Hogwarts of all places? Why do they look so damn familiar? //

A dozen or so questions swirled around Harry's head clamoring for answers; yet what he was somewhat sure of was that these strangers were not here without a reason—but would these reasons involved him?

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To be continued—
- 5
- 6
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