When You Least Expect It

Chapter 5

POV 3rd

Harry sat on the comfy bed with red sheets. He sat there and stared out into space.

It had been a couple of days and to say it was the most boring part of his life was an understatement. He got food: breakfast, lunch, and dinner; he got to take showers where the soap smelled of flowers and the shampoo and conditioner made his hair softer than ever; he got to "work out" in the little room; he even had a new pair of clothes every day. But he was stuck in this room... Stuck with no one to talk to... Stuck with his thoughts that he didn't like very much.

Today was the same as three days ago, at least Harry thought it had been three days. He sat and waited. There was a clock now on the dresser, a digital one that showed the time 12:52 p.m. He had lunch and the girl already picked up the tray. He laid there bored.

The doorknob rattled, it made Harry jump; nothing happens at this time of day. He looked towards the door and there stood the tall man. Draco Malfoy. He had often been a part of Harry's thoughts since his time in this room. Though he wasn't as calm as he was the man was just in his thoughts...

His silver eyes pierced into Harry and he intern tried to get smaller. That didn't work very well. He walks into the room and stops at the foot of the bed. "Stand up and follow me," he said in a commanding tone. Harry stayed on the bed, a little too scared to get up. Where was he going to bring him? To a place with sunshine and rainbows? Draco groaned and said again, "Get up." Harry started to move slowly to the side of the bed to get off, but the blond was impatient.

He grabbed the other's shirt by the shoulder and pulled him along out of the bed and through the hall. Harry got scared as he was pulled across the place. "Wait! Wait, wait!" He tried to protest but Draco wasn't listening. He was instead thrown against a wall and towered over by the man.

"You get to shut up and follow me or I'll cut your tongue out. You got that?" He said with a snarl and his eyes sharp as if they were going to cut the shorter boy. Harry gulped loudly and nodded his head. The other backup turned and walked off. Harry followed.

Together, they walked from one hall to another; as they walked, tension rose. Downstairs, in a dark hallway, there were a couple of doors. Metal doors where red stains could clearly be seen. The tall man put in a pin to the one on the far right and shoved Harry into the room. It was exactly like the one he woke up in after being kidnapped. Someone else was in the chair though-

"Fuck you! Where is he?! We know you have him!" A man who had ripped clothes, a cloth over his eyes, and dried blood covering his body sat in the chair. Behind him stood a person in a black suit who was putting away a knife on the small table against the wall. Harry could only guess what he had been through.

"Take the blindfold off," Draco said, walking past Harry and grabbing him on the way. Harry stumbled up and was told to stand to the front left of the man, and so he did. He saw the man in the suit rip off the fabric from the other's face and his eyes locked on Harry's.

"Harry!" The man said like an uncle or cousin that had seen you but you don't remember them for whatever reason. That's exactly what Harry was thinking, how did this person know him?

"Now, you've seen him. Start answering questions." Stated Draco.

The man chuckled, then that developed into a whole laugh, "You're fucked mate, they are coming and you can't do anything about it. They've all come back together under Black and they're pissed!"

Harry knew who Black was... His Godfather... Sirius... but why?

Draco scoffs at him. "When, when are they coming?" He asked.

He didn't respond.

The tall blond grasped the man by the neck and squeezed.

"I-I don't know! I don't-" His neck popped and blood started gushing out of his mouth. Harry had to watch the man slowly fall to death.

"Oops, was I a little too hard?" Draco said, not in any way like he was sorry for what he did.

Harry gulped autoably. If this man had that kind of strength, he should be careful of him. As if he could hear his mind, Draco looked at Harry. "You're going to help leur them right into a trap." A creepy smile took over his face. Harry shook his head and closed his eyes, crouching down into a ball.

"No, no please no. He- he's not. I-I-I d-did-" Draco had grabbed his face and brought it closer to his own.

"Don't fucking stutter." He said while looking into the other's eyes. That moment seemed to slow everything down. His silver eyes looked harsh, then almost confused. Draco pushed away and kept his head down, walking out of the room.

"Take the boy back to the room," he growled, and like that, was out of sight.

The man in the black suit, who Harry forgot about, walked over to him and picked him up to his feet. "Come on, walk." He stated in a deep voice, pushing Harry out of the room with the body and back to his own.

In his room, he contemplated once more. The feeling of Draco's hand on his face was still there, yet slowly fading. What was that feeling? It was weird, he wasn't sure if it was good or bad. No... it wasn't bad...But

Draco wandered through the halls. Heavy steps could be heard echoing against the empty walls. He came upon the door to his office and opened it to find a person he wasn't expecting in his seat.

"Father," He said with confusion in his voice. The thoughts in his head vanished.

"Draco," he said in his smooth voice, fixing the black glove that was on his hand. His long blond hair which matched his wife's and son's, was nicely fixed; his suit had no imperfections; his face held no emotion.

Draco fixed himself before talking: "To what do I owe to pleasure," He asked, his back straightening.

"I'm here strictly on busyness. As I gave leadership of my "company" to you 2 years ago, we had an agreement that you would own it in the upcoming year. I am here to discuss the transition." He said, his dead eyes locking onto Draco's.

"Yes, of course," he replied.

Draco debated telling his father that he had obtained Harry Potter, but he felt as if he shouldn't. Draco always trusts his guts-

Word Count: 1170

Hey guys, it's Wednesday I am tired but I made 2 chapters in basically less than 2 weeks. How's that? Imma be honest, I growing to like this book, but I've made Mafia stories before (even if they aren't posted on Wattpad) and it's hard to not do the same thing twice. I like how it's going now, hbu? Please comment, vote, and all the stuff! Sadly it's no longer October so no more creepy crawlies : ( Instead I'm going back to the good old, Have a good night, morning, evening, and overall day.

Ps: If you have any ideas for outros let me know, I want to have a new one but I have no idea!

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