When You Least Expect It

Chapter 3

3rd POV

Harry woke up tied to a hard metal chair and a cloth tied around his head as a gag. He started to freak out, the gray walls around him seemed to get closer. Questions like "Where am I," and "What happened," filled his head. He couldn't help that he was freaking out. Then he noticed the mirror on the wall to the left of him. A dark mirror, or maybe it was a window he couldn't see through. Now the thought of one-sided glass hit his mind, what if someone was watching him right now? "No, I can't turn to shambles more than I already have. He looked at himself through the glass; focusing on the reflection, he calmed down. He analyzed the situation he was in and tried to think rationally.

"Okay, so someone took me after getting drinks with Ron and Hermione and brought me here. Wherever here is. Anyway," He focused again, "A thick rope is tied around my arms and legs so I can't move, much less try to escape, and I know there is a door somewhat behind me or to the right." He told himself. "Maybe Ron and Hermione will notice. Sirius would definitely realize I'm gone, and... shit he's going to worry so much. How will they ever know where I am? What if they never find me? What if I starve and die here in this place." The dark part of his mind started to take over.

A loud noise was made, something like the clink of a door being unlocked, and it caused Harry's mind to shut up. Instead, his ears perked and his eyes looked in the mirror to see the tiniest peak of the door opening and a bright light pouring into the poorly lit room. He heard the footsteps of a person who came into the room. Clanks of possible boots hit the ground in every stride; though if it wasn't as quiet as it was in that room, Harry doubted that he would be able to hear them.

His eyes moved from the left in the mirror to the floor when he heard the person walk behind him and come up in front of him. There stood a lengthy man who had a snake-green button-up shirt with the arm sleeves rolled up and black pants. His bleach-blond hair was slicked back to look professional, but it was the slightest bit ruffled like he had just got done with a run. Harry had other ideas about what he had been doing when he saw the giant red stain on the nice shirt.

"Look at you," He said, stopping when he got right in front of Harry. "Exactly like your father, I'm told."

Harry wanted to say, "How do you know about my father? What am I doing here? What do you want with me you sicko," but the gag was in his way.

A person scurried in behind him, holding another green shirt, this one with silver trim and buttons. "Good, now I don't have to wear this mess." His cold voice made the room more uncomfortable for Harry. When the shirt was no longer in the guy's hands he walked off, it was only the two of them again. The blond started undoing his buttons and Harry closed his eyes. He heard a chuckle that made him gulp, then more ruffling until he felt a hand tilting his head up. He opened his eyes and saw the man looking at his face intensely before he stepped back.

"You've been in hiding ever since the war happened, haven't you? No? By the look on your face, you have no idea what I'm talking about. How cute." The tall man smirked which then turned into a frown. "You are going to stay here until further notice, maybe your little soiree will come and we'll finally kill the rest of the Golden Phoenix Mafia. Father would be proud," the last was a whisper, but Harry was utterly confused with everything the man had just said.

The man groaned and ripped off the fabric on Harry's face so that he could finally talk again. "There, now tell me your name. I want to hear it from you." When he didn't respond, the blond said, "Fine, how bout I say mine first," He leaned in right next to the brunette and whispered in his ear, "My name... is Draco Malfoy." A spine-chilling sensation made its way up his back.

"Your turn," Malfoy said, backing up again, "Say it. Tell me your name."

Harry didn't dare talk.

"If you don't, it doesn't matter. You do realize that, right? I already have all the information I need from you, Pottah." He spat Harry's name and then laughed. "Harry Potter, your parents died for you and now everyone else will too won't they? Your friends, your caregiver, and everyone who ever cared about you will die. That's my goal, then you'll be all alone." Harry's eyes widened and tears started protruding to the edge. "You'll stay here until I say otherwise." Was the last thing Draco said before walking away out of the room.

Harry was left in the empty room alone again. Fear consumed him as he sat; the tears that he had been holding back were now falling down his cheeks and dripping from his chin down to his lap. He quietly sobbed there until he was so tired he passed out.

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When the brunette had woken up, he found himself in a different place than the room. He was lying on a bed with soft red sheets and a dark mahogany frame. Harry sat up and looked around the room, there was a dresser that held nothing inside or out, what looked to be a vanity but nothing occupied it, and a cupboard that held hangers but was empty. An open door showed a washroom with beautiful marble, but yet again there was nothing on the counters, in the drawers, or in the shower. All that was there was toilet paper.

It was weird to see a room so empty like no one had lived in here forever. It was oddly taken care of though, with no dust in sight. Harry went back into the bedroom and looked at the closed door. "It must lead to somewhere right?" was Harry's thought, "Maybe somewhere away from here." He had a hint of hope.

He opened the door and was met with a burly man in a black suit to the side. The man noticed him and was about to say something but Harry acted quickly to close the door and lock it, holding the nob, not trusting it to stay locked. There was banging on the door and the handle tried to twist but it stayed locked. "Let me in!" whoever the man was said, banging the door a couple more times until suddenly he stopped. Harry left as if the silence of the room was deafening.

Harry scooted back from the door and stared at it from the distance of the bed. He was in trouble now he knew it. He wasn't supposed to be here, he shouldn't have opened the door. Why him, why did he have to be put into this mess?

There was a clank... Just like in that room... they unlocked the door... Harry covered his head and tried to become as small as possible in the corner.

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Guess who is sick and has to stay home from school today, that's right it's me. I'm kind of an odd person because I don't like missing school, I have a fear of getting behind and not being able to catch up. Oh well, today gives me time to write so I might post another book I've been working on if I have time. Guys! Next week is Halloween, should I be so excited for a kid's holiday? For anyone who is thinking that then this is what I have to say, "Halloween is not just a kid's holiday and I will gladly keep loving it!" :D If anyone has there costume picked out post it in the comments! Me personally, I'm dressing up as Ghost Face and am twinning with a friend. Have a spooky day creepy crawlies.