Futurum Amare, Future love

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Draco POV

Importent Text
"Talking"
Direct Memory

             As I step into the restroom I was directed to, it's dark. The toilet on one side, to my right, and sink on the other. A well kept mirror above it. A small roller on the wall hangs pepper towels and an incinerate box. Blue fire lit inside it, magical fire to remove any germs and waste. The corner of the room has pipes running up it and along the opposing wall of the door. Looks like the kitchen or some sort of mechanical room is on the other side. I thought only goblins and house elves use mechanics. I suppose low class wizards may as well. Though potter doesn't.

I approach the toilet know seeing it's an older wizarding toilet. Quick open chamber with a pull handle. Drop anything that in the toilet bowl into an incineration box. Just like a waste bin. Though normally we use muggle toilet methods this will suffice. After fully making my way to the toilet I hear a slight whispering in the darkened corner. It's almost as if coming through the wall or pipes. Though there is no way seeing as they are too thick. So who the hell is in here with me. I take a step closer and it's gone. The whispering. I completely cross the room to the dark corner and I hear the voice clearly and suddenly know. What?

"There's no way. We have to time the portal so it takes him to the right place."

"I made the plan it'll work." The new voice snaps at the first.

"It won't. A timer will suffice. Even a small one hidden in the bloom of plants."

"It'll work, hey keep your junk away from this it'll go off immediately. Just trust me. It'll work."

"I don't trust you."

"What?"

"Nothing! Whatever. Just go, jerk." The first voice, sounds like a woman or girl, mumbles.

A small noise of wood, metal, and then the click of a closing door. Looks like one of them left. A portal, a plan, a place, and a "him". I think strangling my mind. Oh come on Draco why can't you be smart when I need you to be. How can you be a teacher and not be smart enough to-!

"Potter- Harry Potter. It's a trap using a timed portal that will react and transport the victim to wherever the opposite end it opened to. Half like the cabinet from when I was in school... they're gonna attack Harry again! I gotta find him."

My body rushes before my mind. Feet quickly scraping to turn around. Eyes following seconds later. I don't make it a foot away from where I stood listening. No, not a foot. Not till I'm stopped by the feeling of being watched. And not till I hear the voice... of a girl. Child, yes.

    "They won't believe you." A quote voice speaks through the darkness.

"Excuse me." I turn my head quicker than my body. Legs stumbling slightly to catch up.

"They won't believe you. They will think you caused this the same way that think you caused everything else." It's a girls voice.

"Who's there. Come out."

I practically yell at the small movement and body like figure I see in the dark. Not able to make any detail out from what I see.

"Sorry! Your right. For what you Did." I stay silent a moment trying to find a clue as to who it is.