I will come back to you

Chapter One

A shudder trickled down his spine, as his eyes travelled around the room frantically. Cold, hesitant light streamed in through a cracked window. The tension in the atmosphere made him uncomfortable.

There was a dark feeling that the horcrux behind him was emitting. And his own panic and desperation. Bellatrix was expectant, gleeful at the prospect of hurting him.

A death eater was firing spells at him, and he was barely dodging them. Yet, he wasn't scared. He had managed to get Ron and Hermione out of the manor, with the prisoners. His lips curved into a satisfied smirk, and he stunned the death eater.

He raced to the further end of the dining room, firing blindly at the death eaters shooting red jets at him. He had to find a way out of the Malfoy Manor.

The next hallway was pitch black, but he continued through it. His scar was burning against his forehead. He scanned the area, and frowned. It was the east wing of the Manor. Yet, he had only seen a gist of it. Voldemort wasn't here often, was he?

"Don't."

It was a cold voice. A light illuminated the hallway. He turned. Lucius Malfoy was standing in the corridor, his hair lank over his shoulder. Harry trained his wand at him. "Walk away, Lucius."

Lucius was staring, brows furrowed but resigned all the same. "I'm not going to turn you over to the Dark Lord, Potter."

Harry scoffed.

"I can't explain," Lucius said, the panic evident in his voice and whipped his wand through the air. Harry leapt to the side and rolled, narrowly avoiding the spell.

The spells were flying fast, and a haze of smoke hung over the place, mixing with the acrid scent of ozone. Blood dripped slowly from a cut above his eyes. Thunderous booms echoed around him, until he wasn't sure whether the sound was coming from the surrounding or reverberating inside his skull. Smoke drifted around him, obscuring his vision.

Lucius disarmed him, and the wand flew out of his hand. It fell against the floor with a soft thud, and the smoke cleared. With a fleeting grin, he raised his wand and whispered: "Save him."

His eyes widened, as a blue light hit him in the chest. He stumbled backwards, and his vision was out of focus.

He blinked confusedly and fear coursed through his body as he was engulfed by a swirling darkness.

He was twisting in the air, and he was falling.

Falling.

The surface was soft, but he groaned in pain. He frowned, searching frantically for his glasses. His fingers brushed against the familiar frame, lying on the ground. He placed his glasses back in place, and cursed under his breath. The lenses were cracked. And he didn't have a wand.

His mind traced back to the manor, and the words that Lucius Malfoy had whispered softly before he had fired the spell: 'Save him'

He frowned in confusion, as he scanned the area. To the south-west, he saw two low hills, about a couple of miles apart, and rising behind one of them a third and higher hill, whose peak was still buried in the mist. They were sharp and conical in figure.

A warm breeze brushed across his face, and he exhaled softly. He wasn't supposed to be here. He had to destroy the horcruxes. And defeat Voldemort.

Why was he here?

It was a trap, wasn't it? Lucius Malfoy wouldn't willingly risk himself. He stared at the lilac grey sky, and the stars. Harry gritted his teeth, and walked to the coastline.