It all began with the Letter (Drarry)

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve: Assassination

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YO GUYS I AM SORRY FOR THE MIA (URGH) HERE IS A WELL-DESERVED CHAPTER!!!

Once again, same rules (?) apply *** { } means that Harry thinking about whatever is in those curly brackets, but not acting it out. Lets just also put it out there that he's in another land there. Italics among normal font means that (whoever) is thinking about what is in italics, Bold (apart from this part) is to emphasise stuff, and that whole chunk in italics is just showing harry in another land. Read on for more details ***
I am so sorry I know this is supposed to be a drarry fic but bear with me HAHAHA since I had this idea I have to finish it yall will get your fluff, maybe more I haven't decided that yet, once this shit is cleared up ok.
I apologise for the wait omg :) thanks for bearing with this whimsical authoress. If you liked it do vote (press that lil star there) it brings me motivation to finish up and post faster HAHAHA and no I am not threatening yall (or am I?)

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The raven haired boy cracked open his eyes only to find that he had awakened in a strange dark place. Feeling light-headed, it took him a while before he gathered his bearings and struggled to stand. Yellowish lights flickered on and as his eyes adjusted to the sudden increase in brightness, he discovered that he was standing atop a brick path, lined with the traditional British black lamp posts. Straining his eyes to see into the distance ahead of him, to try to see if the road led to somewhere, if anywhere at all, Harry then realised that he couldn't make out an end to the road that lay ahead of him. He turned around, only to find out that the situation was exactly the same in the other direction.

Tossing an imaginary coin in his head, since he presumed staying where he was wouldn't help in any manner, Harry turned and started to head down one of the paths. This odd place was unnaturally quiet; all that he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat and footsteps. All of a sudden, his seemingly enhanced sharp senses picked up some traces of sound in the deathly quiet place- a wave-like soft rippling against the floor. He picked up his pace and hurried forward, throwing nervous glances behind and around him, from where he seemed to hear the rustling from, before noticing that the lamp posts (that were quite a safe distance behind him, or so he judged) were slowly extinguishing one by one. The darkness crept up to him at an ever increasing pace and he panicked, running forwards faster than ever, throwing wary glances behind him as yellow eyes rocketed towards him when suddenly-

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Draco tossed and turned restlessly on his bed, mind wandering to the events prior to the current time. The boy, young Harry Potter, had collasped, still unconscious on the guest bed in the neighbouring room, and Draco couldn't help but worry as he had watched the boy squirm uncomfortably under the covers earlier. Now, he lay on his bed while hoping to get some shut-eye before he continued working on the potion that would change Harry back to normal. It was close to completion, he could feel it in his bones, and merely needed to tweak some parts of it. He soon drifted off to sleep, not knowing about the events that were about to happen.

He was usually a light sleeper, but the events of the day seemed to have taken its toll on him as he lay on the bed, almost dead to the world. He did not hear the creak of the floorboards, nor did he hear the groan of the aged bedroom door as it was ever so slowly pushed open. He did not hear the light footsteps edge towards his bed, neither did he feel the side of the soft bed sink in slightly as a weight pressed down on it.

But all of a sudden, he felt it.

Small smooth hands pressed around his neck, holding down ever so tightly around the crevices of his neck with such vengeance and strength. Draco's eyes flew open at the unexpected awakening, only to gasp and try his best to breathe. His eyes started to water, through the blur he managed to make out the shape of a boy, THE boy, Harry. The grip around his neck only tightened further with inhuman strength as Draco pried at the hands around his neck desperately, trying to say something to put some sense into the Harry that was currently straddling him with a death grip on his neck, trying to make him let go so he could breathe. He failed, only to hear a satisfied hiss and cackle from the boy with glowing yellow eyes, who then opened his mouth and spoke in a low gruff tone.

"Ah, Draco, Draco, my dear Draco. You look just like your father, Lucius, with those terrified eyes looking at me like that. Funny how I remember it so clearly, even though the Malfoys were the first of those who betrayed me who had swore to me that they would never. Lies! " He ended off with a hateful snarl.

The scratchy deep voice sounded odd coming from the young Harry Potter, Draco briefly noted mentally as he cracked open an eye to look right at the seemingly possessed Harry.

'Gefahr!' Draco managed, spluttering , finally taking a deep trembling breath as sparks shot out around his neck where Harry's hands were in contact with his skin. He watched distastefully as a jolt passed through Harry and noticed the yellow light in Harry's eyes going out while the boy collapsed backwards onto the bed like a puppet with its strings cut. He had made this defensive spell in anticipation of various assassination attempts since protection spells simply wasn't enough, wasn't enough to keep him alive, but he definitely wasn't expecting things to turn out this way. He knew who spoke to him in Harry's body the moment he saw those eyes, instant recognition, and right now, the situation couldn't possibly get any worse then it already was.