The Lost Potter-Draco Malfoy

Chapter 16 ✔️

Charlotte's POV-

I walked down from the owlery with Peter on my shoulder. I had just sent James a letter with the fastest owl I could find. The steps were steep, sending a little spike of fear every time I walked down. I was holding onto the railing as hard as I could. I never liked these stairs. I had fallen twice before, and with Peter now on my shoulder, I didn't want to risk hurting him.

I was so focused on not falling, my eyes glued to the stairs, I slammed right in a strong chest, I gasped, getting a glimpse of white-blond hair, the boy put his hand right behind my hair as we fell, his body falling on top of mine, our legs intertwined, his other hand slamming against the concert, grazing my ear. Peter fell off my shoulder, landing by our feet. 

"Ow," I groaned, opening my eyes, that I didn't even realize I had shut during the fall. Malfoy was glaring down at me. 

"Are you okay? Why were you not watching where you were going?" He yelled, I heard Peter climb up the stairs, and sat right by my head, Malfoy hadn't noticed him yet, if he did he would probably be screaming. 

"I'm fine. I was trying not to fall, but that didn't work." Malfoy rolled his eyes as he stood up, he offered me his hands, helping me up. His breath hitched as he looked down at his knuckles, they were turning a little red, probably from the impact of the concert, and my head slamming into him. 

"Is your hand okay?" I asked, he rubbed his hand, flexing his knuckles. 

"Yeah, yeah, next time pay more attention." I rolled my eyes as I picked up Peter and put him back on my shoulder.

"I'll see you later, Malfoy." 

"Try not to fall the rest of the way down!" Malfoy shouted; I pursed my lips not to chuckle. 

"Oh shut up!" I shouted, walking down a few more steps down before I looked back over my shoulder, Malfoy was still staring at me, I felt a heat creeping up my skin before I glued my eyes back to the stairs.  

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"We have to make them run over here or they will just go back inside," I whispered to Peter. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were just walking out of Hagrid's hut and hid behind the weirdly large pumpkins. 

"I have an idea. I'll lure them in, but you go hide in the shrieking shack first. We shouldn't let them know you're with me just yet." Peter said, I waited until Peter transformed into a rat, he tapped on the root of the Whomping Williow. I stood up just as it froze, Peter ran towards the trio as I sat down in front of the hole underneath the tree. I pushed myself through the whole, like a slid on a playground expect the dirt hurt way more than the plastic slides, until my feet hit the ground. I stood up, brushing the dirt off my body. The hallway was even scarier than I imagined, but I forced those thoughts out of my head. 

I eventually found the door and pushed it open. There was an old bed in the corner, along with a table but the rest of the room looked very old and rung down, like the whole house would fall in any second. I set down my wand on the dirty table and sat down on one of the old chairs. I was scared it was going to break, but it surprisingly didn't.

Twenty minutes later, I heard someone being dragged down the hall, screaming at the top of there lungs. The door slammed open; a big black dog dragged Ron by the foot. 

"Sirius!" I shouted, he let him go, looking over his shoulder, even as a dog, I could still tell he was surprised to see me. I could see Peter hiding in Ron's shirt. Ron started crawling towards the bed, I grabbed his arm helping him on to the bed. I grabbed Peter out of his shirt, he ran up my arm and sat on my shoulder. 

"What are you doing here?" Sirius had transformed back into himself while I helped Ron onto the bed. Peter hid in my hair. 

"We will explain in a second," I said; Sirius shook his head, gripping his wand so tight that his knuckles were turning white. 

"Who is we?" 

"Do either one of you care for my broken leg?" Ron shouted.

"Shut up Ron!" The two of us shouted, Ron glared at us but we didn't care, we had more pressing matters to focus on.

"Who is we?" Sirius yelled again. I picked up my wand from the table, worried Sirius would strike. I knew I was no match for Sirius, but I knew Peter didn't have a wand, and it was better than nothing, and it was going to be a long couple hour.