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Harry Potter and The Equitum Solis Surgentes	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Authors note: I like this chapter! :) I really love how Draco's changing slowly and Harry too...maybe it sounds terrible to say that? Lol. Still, I am enjoying writing this and will continue until I deem it ended! So, thank you, from the bottom of my heart for supporting me and keep reviewing!

Chapter Nine: On the Run

"I can't believe it!" Harry exclaimed loudly, scattering paper everywhere.

Draco jumped, he had been about to fall asleep. "What on earth is going on?" He asked through a large yawn. "It's late, Potter...you should be sleeping."

"What are you, my mother?" Harry said furiously, picking up the scattered paper. They were sat in the secret room that Draco had dragged him into when they had been escaping the Ministry. It was a small room, more like a prison in Harry's opinion, and could only be accessed by giving the wall the blood of the heir of the house. No ministry officials would get near them, and this way they could get a regular supply of food and anything else they needed. The only problem was, was that it was freezing. The walls were bare stone, like ice to touch and there were no windows. The only light they got came from lamps they scattered around the place. It was also full of Dark objects, Harry avoided pointing out that Draco could end up in Azkaban for harbouring such dangerous heirlooms. He had been working on their research and had come across something suspicious. "Anyway, look here." He said and Malfoy leaned down, frowning at the old crackling parchment in Harry's fingers.

His grey eyes widened in wander. "They've been right under our very noses all this time!" He gasped.

"Yeah..." Harry glared down at the note. It had been written by some unknown member of the Order, it recounted the first fall of Voldemort at the hands of the boy who had survived his curse. It also had an address on it. "Why would they address the thing? It seems a bit stupid..."

"Well, it seems to me that they were too arrogant. They assumed that no one knew of them so they would never be found..." He looked at Harry and they grinned at each other. "Only now they may have just signed their own death warrant."

Harry stood. "Let's go." He said grabbing a bag that contained things he would need. Hermione had sent it over after transfiguring it into a parcel of useful potions for Narcissa.

"Not so fast." Draco said firmly, Harry was at the bottom of the stairs, he looked back over his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes filled with false innocence.

"How are we supposed to escape here unnoticed when the Ministry are watching this mansion?"

Harry's smile was something Draco would never have thought he'd ever see. The man looked positively devious, he opened his bag and withdrew something. "Don't you remember?"

"No...I thought..." Draco stopped, his mouth falling open as he gazed at what Harry held in his hands. It was a cloak, but not just any old cloak. It was made from some unidentifiable material, soft and almost liquid, it glittered beneath the lamps like water. "Is that the invisibility cloak?"

Harry nodded. "Nice, isn't it?" He lifted it and swung it around his shoulders so his body disappeared. "We'll have to stoop, you're pretty tall and we don't want your feet spotted."

Draco nodded before allowing Harry to cover them both with the cloak. They crouched low beneath it and began moving awkwardly up the stairs.

XXX

Hermione sat in the Burrow's Living room. Her hands surrounded a mug of steaming tea as her husband paced furiously, the children were out with their grandmother while Mr. Weasley sat in a seat opposite frowning thoughtfully. "So, basically they want us to give them all the info on Harry?" He said after an awkward silence.

"Yeah. As if we'd betray him like that!" Ron said furiously.

"Ron...they have ways to extract the information they need...all they have to do is give us Veritaserum. We have to only tell them half the truth...they will suspect if we're lying outright." She sighed heavily, sipping the warm beverage, it eased the tension in her slightly.

"But...what will they want to know?" Ron asked, throwing himself into a seat and staring at Hermione.

"Where he will go, what he will do...the usual. You've interrogated suspects before..."

"Well, yeah...but I've never been on the receiving end." Ron huffed.

"I wander what he's doing?" Hermione whispered. She was terrified for her friend, she was scared about what he was getting into. Ron looked over at her and smiled weakly.

"He'll be fine, Hermione...he knows what he's doing..."

"But does he? Does he really?" Hermione looked desperately at her husband. "The Dark Arts are seductive, Ron. They're dangerous and they will corrupt him...no one's immune to it. You must have seen the change."

Ron squirmed uncomfortably. "He's...just grieving." He said without enthusiasm.

"How is he changing?" Arthur said suddenly, seeming to come back from his deep thought.

"Well...He's...angrier than I've ever seen him. He's got this...dark look about him and I don't like it."

"I'm just as angry as him, Hermione. Can you blame him? He's gone through hell and back and now his names being dragged through mud! Wouldn't you be angry?" Ron interjected.

"I would...but I would never, ever touch Dark Magic. Ron...there's something wrong. This isn't the first time I've felt it...when Ginny was alive there was a time he was working late, hiding in his office until the early hours of the morning sometimes..."

"He was busy." Ron said, waving her comments away.

"No..." Hermione shook her head, frowning into her tea. "It's more than that. He's been on this road longer than we could have thought...I really do think he's going to destroy himself. I-I don't even recognise him anymore, Ron!"

"I never noticed..."

"Of course we didn't." Hermione replied softly. "Only Ginny noticed...she hid her major concerns even from me, but she confided in me one day...she told me she was worried. He was spending more time at work than with her and the children...he was having nightmares, terrible ones...he would mutter things, things she couldn't understand." She bit her lower lip nervously. "She said he was speaking Parseltongue."

"What? That's ridiculous Hermione, he's not a..." his eyes slid to his dad who raised his eyebrow.

"I know, he's not a Horcrux...not anymore. But then why can he still speak to snakes?"

"I...I dunno...I assumed he'd lost his ability..." Ron looked perplexed.

"Why do think he would be having these nightmares now? Have there been any particularly horrible cases?" Arthur asked softly, he was frowning slightly.

Ron shrugged. "Only the werewolf cases...you know the ones, they attacked a bunch of kids? That was a pretty horrific crime scene..." Ron drifted off, grimacing at the memory of bloodied blankets, bloodied concrete and the remnants of entrails spread on the walls of the alley. "But Harry dealt with that professionally, he was cool and collected as he always is..."

Hermione shook her head slowly. "I don't understand it..." She sighed.

"None of us do, we must trust in Harry to know what he's doing...even if we don't like it." Arthur said with an attempt at a reassuring smile.

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"Harry! Harry...stop!" Draco grabbed Harry's arm as he moved towards the tiny alley. The man turned and looked at Draco's worried face. "These men aren't going to be too happy about us dropping in on them like this...what's the plan?"

Harry grinned. "Wing it." He replied and almost laughed at Draco's expression. "Come on, stop being such an old man..." He grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him into Knockturn Alley.

"Are you insane?" Draco gasped as Harry pulled him into a gap in the wall. "We'll get ourselves killed."

"Sh! If you don't shut up, that will be a possibility." Harry replied, he shot Draco that cheeky smile before looking left and right, searching for the man they were following. "Life is short..." he whispered, seemingly to himself as his eyes darted around. They drifted upwards to the high rooftops. "...Up there!" he hissed, pointing up at a long drainage pipe. "We can climb that, get along the roof and break in to the attic window." He began moving forwards but Draco pulled him back.

"Stop! This is reckless! We cannot go in there without a plan!" He said firmly, his fingers digging into Harry's shoulders.

Harry heard the word 'Reckless' and a face swam to the forefront of his mind, a pale, handsome face with a happy grin, surrounded by black hair. "I'm turning into Sirius." He muttered with a soft giggle. "We'll be fine." He assured a confused Draco. "Come on, relax and have a bit of fun." He shook himself free and slid into the empty alley, when he reached the pipe he checked to make sure it was stable before hauling his weight upwards. He scrabbled the wall with his trainers until he found purchase, then slowly he climbed. Draco watched him shimmy up the pipe before swearing softly.

"This is idiotic! What am I doing?" he hissed to himself as he followed Harry. "I'm turning into a Gryffindor!" By the time he reached the top, Harry was already creeping across the tiled roof top, gazing around at the streets below him. The wind picked up his hair, blowing it around his face, the dying sun caught his glasses and they flashed briefly. "Harry!" Draco panted, finally reaching the top and rubbing sweat off of his palms on his robes.

"Come on." Harry replied before moving towards a window, there was a lock on it. Harry removed his wand and pointed it at the metal contraption. It sprung open, falling onto the tiles, it began to slide down but Draco watched in amazement as Harry lunged, his fingers snatching the tiny silver thing before it could fall to the cobbles. He turned, grinning widely. "Quidditch comes in useful." He said waving the lock at Draco who rolled his eyes.

"Let's get this ridiculous suicide mission over with before we're caught..." He snapped impatiently.

Harry pocketed the lock and turned to the window which slid upwards slowly, then he slid inside, disappearing from view. Draco froze, chewing his lip before huffing and following his friend. They found themselves in an old, dusty and very empty room. Harry was looking around, his footsteps creaking on the ancient floor boards, he absently ran a finger over a dust covered desk leaving behind a thin streak. Draco looked around, taking in the seemingly abandoned atmosphere, then his eyes landed on a corner, there were dark patches on the floor boards. He frowned and crouched by it, lifting his wand and waving it so dust was blown out the way. The dark stains were obviously blood, scratches had been gouged into the wall and on closer inspection Draco noticed finger nails embedded into the plaster. He pulled a disgusted face, once again wandering why he had wanted to become a Death Eater so badly. "Harry..." he whispered, beckoning the dark haired man over. Harry crouched at his side and inspected the evidence.

"Someone was chained here for a while..." He muttered, his dark brows drawn into a frown. He ran his fingers over the stains, rubbing the tips together. Tiny flakes of brown fell to the floor. "This is recent...maybe a few weeks..." He seemed to be talking to himself. "See here?" He indicated two holes in the wall. "Probably chains..." he said. Quickly he ran through all the kidnappings that had happened, he couldn't find any that would have made him suspicious. He shook his head slowly. "Could they be...torturing their own?"

"What? But that's..." Draco stopped, Death Eaters only cared about one thing and that was the Dark Lord...why should the Order of the Rising Sun be any different? "Never mind." He straightened, dusting down his robes.

"Let's see if we can see anything else." Harry whispered, walking to the door and opening it. It screeched on its hinges, Draco winced violently and Harry released it. He pointed his wand at the hinges, they suddenly glistened as if brand new. He pulled it open, without a single sound before stepping out onto the top of a small stair case. They descended, ears straining for any sound from the house, all they could hear were soft creaks as the house settled. Finally the stair case ended and they stepped out into a landing, several rooms lined the hall and they walked past them. Harry froze outside one, Draco frowned but then he realised why Harry had stopped. They could hear a faint sobbing coming from inside the room, it sounded like a little girl. Harry waved Draco back and raised his wand, Draco grabbed his wrist.

"No!" He hissed softly, his lips inches from Harry's ear. "If they notice a prisoner missing, what do you think they'll do?"

Harry felt all the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and an Uncontrollable shudder ripped through him, almost tearing a soft gasp from his lips. He closed his eyes, feeling Draco stood very close to him, he could feel his body heat. "I can't just leave her here..." He muttered in reply.

Draco stared at the back of Harry's neck for a second before shaking his head and releasing him. "Fine...but I hope you realise..."

There was a sharp bang and the door opened, smacking against the wall. Draco flinched as Harry stepped into the room, his green eyes scanned the place, it was dark and dank and smelt of waste. Finally they landed on a small figure huddled in the corner, he moved across the sticky floor and crouched before the figure. She was a small girl, her blond hair bedraggled and hanging limply around her emaciated face. She was wearing colourless rags and her fingers were filthy, broken finger nails still bloody. Harry took a sharp breath, almost gagging on the scent of rotting food and human waste. The girl stared at him with huge eyes, she trembled in terror and as she moved away from him Harry saw that she was chained to the wall by her wrist. He pointed his wand at it and the girl let out a cracked moan of terror as she tried to squash herself into the wall. "Shh, it's alright, I'm here to rescue you..." Harry whispered comfortingly, she seemed to relax after a minute of scanning his face. "Relashio." Harry muttered and the chains snapped apart and clattered to the floor. He reached out to the girl and patted her head. "We'll get you out of here...don't worry..."

"Harry!" Draco hissed sharply. "I can hear movement!"

Harry looked over his shoulder and nodded before scooping the girl into his arms and carrying her from the disgusting prison. "Can you take her?" he asked.

"What? No!" Draco stepped away. "She's..." he stopped at Harry's glare and bit his lip. "Alright, fine!" he snapped and took the shivering, scrawny little thing from Harry. "What are you going..."

Harry turned and ran down the corridor, leaving Draco to stand there looking dumbfounded.

Harry could hear voices, harsh laughter and soft mutterings. He recognised one as he ran down the stairs, caring very little whether he was discovered or not. He found himself in a small, dimly lit hallway and moved towards a door that stood ajar with a soft strip of light streaming across the carpet.

"Of course, he'll never escape the Ministry! Not now we've turned them against him." Brock laughed.

"And now that Werewolf brat is going to Azkaban, we'll be free to take out the other blood-traitors and mudbloods!" Another man replied. "Soon that school will be ours."

"How can you be sure that Lupin boy is going to prison?"

"Ah, you see we found some rather disturbing objects in his school trunk and at his home. His Grandmother tried to defend him, but the Wizengamot sentenced him eventually. He may be fourteen but anyone that has any connection to Dark Magic is punished severely, especially now Potter's dirty." Brock laughed and Harry heard the clinking of glasses. He felt an awful, bubbling rage fill him, scorching his insides until he was shaking violently. "So, that's one brat gone...what of the others?"

"The Burrow has strong enchantments on it, but..." Harry felt his heart lurch painfully in his chest. "The kids were taken, both the Potter's and the Weasley's...the Grandmother is in hospital. However, the oldest potter boy...he somehow managed to get away from us. Can't find him anywhere in the school..." the man sounded angry and Harry felt a violent surge of pride for his son.

"That's not good..." Another man said softly. "The Minister...what's his chances of recovery?"

"No one knows, we can't get near him. Security's too tight...they won't dare leave him alone in case Potter returns to finish him off." Brock replied airily. "But he is the least of our concerns...we must eradicate the potter family, and anyone who has any connection to him. He's much to powerful to go up against without playing on his weaknesses..."

"And what are they?" Another voice, this time a woman.

"His friends, his family...anyone he loves. He was always proclaiming how Love conquered...now we shall prove to him that love and trust are a dangerous weakness." Brock broke into hearty guffaws.

Something snapped inside Harry. It was as if his whole world had crashed around his ears, he fell to his knees feeling despair tear him to shreds. He covered his face with his hands, not caring if anyone saw him break. His whole family...gone...his friends...anyone he had ever loved, or cared about...it had all been destroyed...His heart shattered inside his chest and he gasped as it seemed to assault his body with near physical pain.

Their faces flashed in front of his eyes, Ginny, Lily, James, Albus, Ron, Hermione, Mr and Mrs Weasley, the rest of the Weasley family...Sirius, Mad-Eye, Tonks, Lupin, Teddy, Fred...He saw them all and he was brutally aware of his mistakes. He should never have got close to people, as soon as he had known his destiny, he should have broken those bonds, he should have torn himself free so that he could walk the path alone...only risking himself. Just like Voldemort.

Draco waited outside, the little girl stood at his side and wrapped firmly in his cloak. It swamped her but she had stopped shivering. He was gazing at the house from across the street and teh silence pressed in on his ears, he chewed his lip nervously before taking a breath. "Can you hide?" He whispered to the girl. She gazed up at him with slightly blank eyes before nodding. "Good, we'll come back for you...don't go too far!" He assured her and strode to the door. He took a breath, summoning every ounce of his courage before lifting his wand. The door was blasted inwards with an earth shattering crash.
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