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Title: Unknown
Trials

Rating: R

Fan Fiction Rating:
M

Warning:
Swearing, talk of sexual abuse to a minor, abuse and male/male relationships.

Story Interaction: This
story is an Interlude with �Unknown�.

Pairings: Harry x
Draco, Ron x Hermione

Authors Notes: Okay
I�m really sorry this is something close to a week over due. I�ve only just
gotten back from my holiday. But here is the chapter you had all been waiting
for and I must stress that this probably isn�t very good, I know I say this
with every chapter and every story I write, but I swear this time it�s true�. Well it�s not bad, but I think I just hold a
grudge against this chapter.

Thank you all heaps for your reviews, I really enjoyed
reading them. I hope you all had a great Christmas and a happy new year, I did.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: The
characters used in this story belong to J.K Rowling. I only own the plot line.

Chapter Eight � Rescue.

Looking over my shoulder to see if the man is anywhere near
getting to his feet and charging at me with a knife � there�s my optimism again
- I am, however, profoundly relieved to see that he is still in the kitchen
lying on the ground groaning in pain and clutching his groin

My body is shaking so uncontrollably that I�m forced to lean
heavily onto the lounge near me for support. My legs feel clumsy, like thy
aren�t going to support my weight any longer, my breath I�m doubting will ever
regain it�s calm speed again.

I have to get out of here.

I push away from the lounge and stumble down the hallway, my
injured hand against the wall, supporting me while it left a blood trail
against the dull wallpaper.

I have to get out of here and to safety! If I can find a
fireplace with floo powder I can go to the hospital
Harry�s in, I�d be safe there.

I almost trip over the lamp that I had thrown away once it
had done its job but I stable myself and grab the handle of the front door. My
hands are slippery as I try to turn it, my injured one isn�t helping much as it
makes the handle even slipperier, but with a whoop of delight I manage to tug
the door open and throw myself out over the threshold and into the chilly
morning breeze that in my opinion feels like a beautiful warm summers call,
filled with freedom.

I jump the two steps at the front of the house and glance to
the sky as I make my way to the wire gate. It�s around six, and judging by the
already numbing whether it�s going to be as cold as it had been yesterday.

The ground is covered in snow that�s a day old and sludgy,
making the ground slippery and dangerous.

As soon as I break past the decaying wire fence that breaks
the property from the cracked concrete pavement I don�t hesitate to break into
a run. My legs seem more then eager to help me escape, though the ground and
snow seemed to be working against me as it tried to make my footing lose grip.

The houses seem to blur past me in my hurry to escape. I
don�t even consider slowing down, not even when I see the road I�m approaching.
I just want to get as far away from Thomas as I can. I don�t want to fall into
the security of thinking that once I�m out of his house I�m free, I�m far from
it, I wont be safe until Thomas is once again behind bars and being watched
twenty-four seven.

I jump puddles of near ice and try to avoid the snow that�s
clumped around the sides of the pavement. My nose is numb as are my fingers.
I�m panting white puffs of air and yet I can�t help but feel a burst of relief
as I jump the gutter and run out onto the road.

I have to get to Harry and tell the authorities that Thomas
is a maniac, and that it was him who �

There was a loud screeching of wheels against slippery tar
that brings me from my frantic thoughts. I can hardly react as I turn my
attention to my left and see a brown car coming right at me, smoke protruding
behind the back wheels as they try to stop on the ice covered road.

I even get a glance of the wide eyed young driver as she
turns the wheel franticly; making the car swerve this way and that yet still
staying on course for my now stunned and still form.

I have no time to react; the impact will be strong enough to
kill me. It almost seems like this is happening in slow motion, and in my
shocked mind that�s just what is happening, but this is only happening in a
mere few seconds.

The brown car with the frantic young lady behind the wheel
trying to stop, me standing in the middle of the road
stunned into stillness. I can only watch with wide eyes as the car approaches
me, a rubber smell filling the misty air behind it.

So is this how I�m going to die? A car
accident? Not by the hands of an insane ex-boyfriend, but by the hands
of a young lady on her way to work, only minutes after my escape from death
itself� there is nothing pleasant about this thought.

My view is very suddenly blackened, the warm arms of death
circling around my waist and pulling me tight to its broad and strong chest,
ripping my spirit from my most likely damaged body with a strong tug.

I�m relieved in the fact that I didn�t linger between death
and life, that would have been painful indeed, I�m also glad I didn�t have to
see the car�s bonnet hit me. Instead Death claims me as fast as deathly
possible.

It seems there are many Deaths in the world though, for the
next thing I know wind is rushing past me and my limbs feel as if they are
being tugged in all directions forcefully, but the original founder of my soul
keeps tight to me and doesn�t let me go, not even when the other Deaths give up
their hold on me and the wind stops rushing past my ears.

�Are you alright?� Death frantically asks me, cruelly using
Harry�s voice as he pulls me tighter to his strong and warm body.

�

Wait just a minute here!

My gaze snaps up and my eyes widen when I see concerned
green eyes looking back down at me.

Death�s Harry!

�H-Harry?� I ask, my voice
trembling as I look into the deep green eyes that stare back at me, trying to
find any indications that the Death that has claimed me is one sick bugger. But
he doesn�t show any signs of enjoying his prank; instead he leans down and
captures my lips.

For a short time - and I shall stress short time � I�m taken-back and I almost pull back completely if
not for the arms tightening around my waist and pulling me tighter against the
broad chest. The kiss is hungry and searching, reminding me a lot of Harry,
especially when I can taste the coffee and chocolate, that�s Harry�s unique
taste.

Normally I don�t just let people kiss me out of nowhere, I
wouldn�t even let Death kiss me if he begged, but I know for a fact that this
isn�t Death, so I don�t have to worry about my soul being swallowed or anything
like that.

The kiss ends rather abruptly, making me blink and wonder
where the hell I am before I find my face being held and my chin lifted so that
I meet wondering green eyes. �Are you hurt badly?� He asked me, his eyes
searching for any bruising or damage. His gaze lingers on my forehead where
they narrow before they continue to wonder over me, taking in anything that
would bring to reason for an acceptable murder � Thomas is a dead man, that�s
all I have for him.

�I-I�m fine� nothing serious� I assure. The last thing I
want is Harry in Azkaban because of Thomas, he�s not worth it.

Looking anything but convinced, Harry�s eyes come to an
abrupt halt on my hand that�s resting against his chest, there�s clearly a
blood stain on his shirt, and I would apologise knowing he�s wearing one of his
favourite shirts, but I don�t.

Well, I did my best that�s all I can tell the judges. At a
scary slow pace Harry�s eyes darken dramatically and narrow to murderous slits.
�Did he do this?� His voice is so cold that I shiver in his arms and look down
to my still dripping hand as I slowly retract it from the brunette�s chest.

�I fell on some glass� Nothing serious� Once again I assure him
as he takes my wrist and holds it up to be examined.

�What happened?� He questions, his voice still low and cold
as he pulls his wand out and begins to heal my wound.

�I- ouch!� That hurt! The pain, the undying pain! What�s he trying to do?!

I think I�ve been
through enough pain for one day! �Sorry� As you should be. Insensitive bastard!

�Mm. Yesterday I had left the hospital and there were all
these reporters there� Harry�s grip tightened on my hand a little here as he
watches my wounds close without leaving a mark.

�Yeah I know� I got a copy of today�s edition� he informed
me, his gaze locking with mine to show me just how unimpressed he was with the
edition, and I must stress that he is not
impressed with the edition� I�m not too sure I want to read it.

�Yeah� Well Thomas was there too and he took me right in
front of them all� I continue to inform him, my story is one of woe I believe.

�The newspaper believes that you eloped� Harry states as he
moves his gaze back to my hand to look over it, but he doesn�t get much of a
chance to observe it because I pull it away.

�WHAT!? ELOPED? WHY THE HELL DO THEY THINK THAT?!� I�m now screaming at the top of my
lungs, my anger seems to be boiling white hot in the pit of my stomach and I am
not going to even bother to hold it back. �THAT�S IT,
I�M SICK OF THESE PEOPLE ALWAYS ASSUMING THINGS ABOUT ME!�

I mean business as I march to the doorway, ready to extract
my revenge on these soon to be dead reporters.

�Draco, I�ve already taken care of it.�

Oh I don�t care! They are yet to see the wrath of a Malfoy!
I�ll show them just who the hell they�ve messed with!

�Draco!� Harry grabs me around the waist just as I reach the
door and pulls me back against him. �I�ve taken care of it. You can extract
your wrath at them in court on Friday. Now tell me what happened� He states
firmly as he turns me around and directs me towards the lounge.

�Who cares what happened to me?! Harry! Why is it that everyone has it in for me?!� I cry as I collapse
back into the lounge, feeling exhausted, frustrated and chocolate deprived.

Sitting beside me and wrapping his arms around me, Harry
placed a small kiss on my temple which unfortunately courses a chain reaction
of me wincing away and him. Narrowing his eyes and pulling back so he could
look at my head, no doubt a bruise is slowly forming there.

�No one has it in for you� they�re just� idiots� He states,
and what a lousy statement at that.

I slowly turn and look to him, seeing that he is � and for
good reasons � looking apologetically sheepish. �Idiots?�
I just have to make sure I heard this correctly.

Shrugging and turning his attention back to my head he
begins to lightly brush my hair away from the slowly forming bruise. �Well they
are� They�re idiots because they�re deprived and aren�t bothering to see how
much you�ve given up and done for them, during the war and all� he says, trying
to clarify his use of words.

�No matter what happens they�re never going to see me as a
good guy� I�m just a crummy old Malfoy that should be given the Kiss in their
opinion� I state grumpily. I hate the world sometimes.

�That�s their belief. A lot of other people know
differently. Now tell me what happened once Thomas kidnapped you, please.�

�Not much� he managed to drug me, I woke up in a bedroom�
um�� to add or not to add, that is the question. �T-Thomas was on me�
undressing me� I slowly, and carefully add as I keep a very close eye on Harry
who has stilled completely, his gaze still looking at my bruised forehead
though it is now narrowing considerably and his normally soft moss green eyes
was turning darker and cloudier.

�H-he didn�t do anything though� I woke up before he could�
I�m quick to inject and though I�ve mentioned that it still doesn�t seem to
stop the slow build-up of raw magic in the room. �Um� he locked me in the room
and when he came back I- I managed to get out by hitting him with a lamp� I
looked for my wand but I couldn�t find it� at one stage he had cornered me in
the kitchen with an erm� knife � But I managed to get
away with only a few bruises and scratches� I gave up on my wand and just made
a run for it� and then you found me half way down the street� I finish, rather
lamely might I add.

�How did you get this?� He questioned me, his voice so cold
that I shivered and looked to my lap.

�H-he hit me with a pan.�

�And the cut on your hand?� Harry questioned as he pulled
his wand out and began to heal my bruises.

�A glass cup� I fell when I was holding it and it broke in
my hand� I state with a flinch as I remembered that incident. �But I�m fine� I
assure as Harry slowly stood and began to walk towards the kitchen, almost too
calmly for me.

�Go take a shower, I�ll make you a cup of hot chocolate� He
states as he disappears into the kitchen, leaving me just a little dumbfounded
on the lounge.

�H-Harry, are you okay?� I just have to make sure, I�m not
about to take a shower� even if I really need it and want it.

�I�m fine Draco, don�t worry. I�ll contact the head of
Auror�s and give them Thomas�s address� He states, his voice still sounding
much too calm for my comfort� but I really do want a shower, or even a bath.

�Okay� but I expect to see both you and a cup of hot
chocolate when I get out.� Just for good measures, no one in their right mind
would go against my words.

To Be Continued�
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