Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Fu Inle ❯ 16 ( Chapter 16 )
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By: flight815kitsune 
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.06.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 495 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.06.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 495 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 16:
Don’t own. Hope to update soon. umm....yeah....If you have not read the CORRECT ending for the previous chapter, please do so! The wrong version was uploaded. It wasn’t much different, but it was different enough. Thank you!
P.S: Reviews and favorites make me a happy author. Studies show happy authors update more often than bored, depressed ones.
Harry just smiles, a spark in the green eyes so often compared to those of his mother.
“Great. Do you realize your friends aren’t here to back you up?’
“I guessed as much when Ron didn’t come to dinner.”
Draco sighs. “We’re not going.”
“But we can save him! And the others, too!”
“We don’t have the rescources.”
“But we can handle it! It’s not heavily guarded, and we only need to get a few people out.”
“NO.”
“We would use the darkness to our advantage, and a small intrusion is less likely to be noticed.”
“For god’s sakes, shut up!” he snaps.
“Why? We could pull it off, and you know it.”
“It’s suicide.”
“Better than letting Zambini bleed to death! His fingers....there was blood everywhere...You don’t know what I saw.”
“Trust me, I most likely have.” He peels off the shirt. “Let’s see...” he runs his fingers down his left side. “Here is where HE burned me when I made a remark on his appearance. If it weren’t for the fact it could have scarred badly, even with healing, I’m sure it would have happened more than once.” He flashes both wrists. “You’ve seen these. They’re from the times my father bound me, when I was old enough to fight back.” He sits down, legs crossed, a foot on his knee. “When I was first accused of disloyalty, long before I was dealing with Snape, they tried to break me by cutting off my toes. Then they would reattach them, and wait for the feeling to come back before repeating the process. I still have no feeling in my little toe...” The thought trails off, and he simply shakes his head, moving to the next place. He flips his hair to expose the nape of his neck. “I used to have bruises here constantly from when he would push my head down. My father didn’t like to bruise places that would show, so he would leave his marks on my hips. I have been used and hurt more times than I could ever count. I have seen others suffer. Zambini knows what to expect, so did I. Never tell me what I do not know.” He glares before dropping his gaze with a sigh.
Harry gulps, dead silent.
Too much. If I don’t say something, it’ll scare him off.. “You don’t even know if it’s a trap. Like I said before, if anyone’s to die, they will. If not, they won’t. There isn’t even a way to bring them back now, anyway. The whole scenario earlier proved that disturbances of two or more people result in rerouting or worse.”
Without a word, Harry inches over and hugs him.
“Get off.”
“I have to try.”
“No, you don’t.”
Harry mumbles something into his shoulder, his embrace getting tighter.
Draco keeps his shoulders tense, his expression set. “I didn’t quite catch that.”
“Do you know what I want to do when you argue with me?” He breathes heavily just below the blonde’s ear, moving a few pale strands.
“I want to push you down and call you every name I can think of.”
The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
“And I want you to fight me back with cruel words that you only partially mean until I finally snap and we...” he trails off.
“we what, exactly?” He raises an eyebrow. How can he keep seeing me like he does? How can he not see me as a damsel in distress?
“We figure out who won.” His lips gently press against Draco’s throat. While his one arm has remained across the blonde’s back, the other has wandered, fingers trailing over past injuries he had pointed out just moments before.
Draco closes his eyes, his heart racing. I don’t know if I can do this.
“I won’t do anything they did. Ever.”
I know.
Soft lips against his throat.
I just...can’t.
Just enough weight, just enough imbalance to push him down. Harry’s warm body pressed against his own.
not yet. not now.
He tries to pull away, instead being sent back under more agressive kisses. Those lips on his refuse to let him go.
I’ve caused this.
Fingertips tickling thier way down his ribcage.
He’ll have to understand. He breaks away.“Stop.”
A more than slightly disappointed Harry stares at him.
He does. “Elaborate on this plan.”
“Well...we have to find some way to get there. Silently.Once we’re in, stealth is no problem. We’ll take out anyone if they manage to notice. We find our way to the dungeon. Once we’re there, you calm the snakes, we come back here, and hopefully they’re alright. They can tell us what they know, we can set them up with our side. I don’t know if they would ever be members of the Order, but I’m sure that there is some role that they could fill...”
“That’s it? Sounds like a lot of unplanned idiocy. Do you even know where this dungeon is?”
“I was kind of hoping you would help with that...”
“Do you know how many dungeons he has? In how many countries?”
“I think it’s in Yaxley’s house.”
“...that’s a start. How are we getting there?”
“I honestly have no idea. Apparation is obviously risky, and I don’t really know where it is. We left our brooms at your house. Unless there’s a way to go get them?”
“Not really. Unless you want to risk it or try to summon them...What did you use to get to the ministry before?”
“Thestrals. But the tame herd’s at Hogwarts. Same with hippogriffs, though they don’t seem to like you.”
“The Floo networks are monitored. Has the Weasel’s father been messing with muggle transport?”
“Not since the...How did you hear about that?”
“I doubt any train route would go that far into the country randomly...”He sighs. So much for the diversion. “Same with the Knight Bus....”
“Well, there’s one way of transport that can take multiple people and doesn’t seem to be affected by barriers. Portkey.”
“Do you even know how to make a portkey?”
“Not really. Why do you think I was reading up on it!” The smile breaks free. “It’s hard magic, but far from what I had thought. It’s actually not too complicated.”
“So you want to use a portkey for the first time to go to a Death Eater’s home on a hunch to rescue people who might not be useful, or even alive, once you get them here?”
“That’s the plan, yeah.’
Don’t own. Hope to update soon. umm....yeah....If you have not read the CORRECT ending for the previous chapter, please do so! The wrong version was uploaded. It wasn’t much different, but it was different enough. Thank you!
P.S: Reviews and favorites make me a happy author. Studies show happy authors update more often than bored, depressed ones.
Harry just smiles, a spark in the green eyes so often compared to those of his mother.
“Great. Do you realize your friends aren’t here to back you up?’
“I guessed as much when Ron didn’t come to dinner.”
Draco sighs. “We’re not going.”
“But we can save him! And the others, too!”
“We don’t have the rescources.”
“But we can handle it! It’s not heavily guarded, and we only need to get a few people out.”
“NO.”
“We would use the darkness to our advantage, and a small intrusion is less likely to be noticed.”
“For god’s sakes, shut up!” he snaps.
“Why? We could pull it off, and you know it.”
“It’s suicide.”
“Better than letting Zambini bleed to death! His fingers....there was blood everywhere...You don’t know what I saw.”
“Trust me, I most likely have.” He peels off the shirt. “Let’s see...” he runs his fingers down his left side. “Here is where HE burned me when I made a remark on his appearance. If it weren’t for the fact it could have scarred badly, even with healing, I’m sure it would have happened more than once.” He flashes both wrists. “You’ve seen these. They’re from the times my father bound me, when I was old enough to fight back.” He sits down, legs crossed, a foot on his knee. “When I was first accused of disloyalty, long before I was dealing with Snape, they tried to break me by cutting off my toes. Then they would reattach them, and wait for the feeling to come back before repeating the process. I still have no feeling in my little toe...” The thought trails off, and he simply shakes his head, moving to the next place. He flips his hair to expose the nape of his neck. “I used to have bruises here constantly from when he would push my head down. My father didn’t like to bruise places that would show, so he would leave his marks on my hips. I have been used and hurt more times than I could ever count. I have seen others suffer. Zambini knows what to expect, so did I. Never tell me what I do not know.” He glares before dropping his gaze with a sigh.
Harry gulps, dead silent.
Too much. If I don’t say something, it’ll scare him off.. “You don’t even know if it’s a trap. Like I said before, if anyone’s to die, they will. If not, they won’t. There isn’t even a way to bring them back now, anyway. The whole scenario earlier proved that disturbances of two or more people result in rerouting or worse.”
Without a word, Harry inches over and hugs him.
“Get off.”
“I have to try.”
“No, you don’t.”
Harry mumbles something into his shoulder, his embrace getting tighter.
Draco keeps his shoulders tense, his expression set. “I didn’t quite catch that.”
“Do you know what I want to do when you argue with me?” He breathes heavily just below the blonde’s ear, moving a few pale strands.
“I want to push you down and call you every name I can think of.”
The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
“And I want you to fight me back with cruel words that you only partially mean until I finally snap and we...” he trails off.
“we what, exactly?” He raises an eyebrow. How can he keep seeing me like he does? How can he not see me as a damsel in distress?
“We figure out who won.” His lips gently press against Draco’s throat. While his one arm has remained across the blonde’s back, the other has wandered, fingers trailing over past injuries he had pointed out just moments before.
Draco closes his eyes, his heart racing. I don’t know if I can do this.
“I won’t do anything they did. Ever.”
I know.
Soft lips against his throat.
I just...can’t.
Just enough weight, just enough imbalance to push him down. Harry’s warm body pressed against his own.
not yet. not now.
He tries to pull away, instead being sent back under more agressive kisses. Those lips on his refuse to let him go.
I’ve caused this.
Fingertips tickling thier way down his ribcage.
He’ll have to understand. He breaks away.“Stop.”
A more than slightly disappointed Harry stares at him.
He does. “Elaborate on this plan.”
“Well...we have to find some way to get there. Silently.Once we’re in, stealth is no problem. We’ll take out anyone if they manage to notice. We find our way to the dungeon. Once we’re there, you calm the snakes, we come back here, and hopefully they’re alright. They can tell us what they know, we can set them up with our side. I don’t know if they would ever be members of the Order, but I’m sure that there is some role that they could fill...”
“That’s it? Sounds like a lot of unplanned idiocy. Do you even know where this dungeon is?”
“I was kind of hoping you would help with that...”
“Do you know how many dungeons he has? In how many countries?”
“I think it’s in Yaxley’s house.”
“...that’s a start. How are we getting there?”
“I honestly have no idea. Apparation is obviously risky, and I don’t really know where it is. We left our brooms at your house. Unless there’s a way to go get them?”
“Not really. Unless you want to risk it or try to summon them...What did you use to get to the ministry before?”
“Thestrals. But the tame herd’s at Hogwarts. Same with hippogriffs, though they don’t seem to like you.”
“The Floo networks are monitored. Has the Weasel’s father been messing with muggle transport?”
“Not since the...How did you hear about that?”
“I doubt any train route would go that far into the country randomly...”He sighs. So much for the diversion. “Same with the Knight Bus....”
“Well, there’s one way of transport that can take multiple people and doesn’t seem to be affected by barriers. Portkey.”
“Do you even know how to make a portkey?”
“Not really. Why do you think I was reading up on it!” The smile breaks free. “It’s hard magic, but far from what I had thought. It’s actually not too complicated.”
“So you want to use a portkey for the first time to go to a Death Eater’s home on a hunch to rescue people who might not be useful, or even alive, once you get them here?”
“That’s the plan, yeah.’