Scars of the Past | A Drarry Story | A Mattheo Riddle Story

Chapter 44

Previously on Scars of the Past -
Quidditch was in full swing at Hogwarts, and Slytherin basked in the glory of their victories. As preparations for the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff match were underway.

Harry and Draco, finding themselves caught up in the excitement of the third part of their plan, eagerly took their seats in the stands closest to the school building. The atmosphere was charged with the thrill of the game, the cheers of the crowd, and the sweeping manoeuvres of broomsticks in the sky. However, the enthusiasm was short-lived.

A few minutes into the match, Draco's Dark Mark began to burn. The sensation triggered a sense of urgency, and without a moment's hesitation, Draco tightly gripped Harry's hand and the duo made their way back to the school building.

Harry, sensing the gravity of the situation, understood Draco's unspoken message. They sprinted through the corridors, their footsteps echoing urgency, until they reached the familiar entrance to Dumbledore's office.

Time pressed against them like a relentless adversary as Draco and Harry stood before the sealed entrance to Dumbledore's office. Every second felt like an eternity, each failed attempt at opening the door adding to the mounting tension. Draco spat out candy names in rapid succession, a desperate gambit to unlock the secrets within, but the door remained obstinate. Frustration sparked a reckless energy in Harry, prompting him to cast Muffliato and then a Bombarda at the Griffin statue, yet even the stony guardian held its ground. Harry was about to have a go again but Draco stopped him.

Draco, sensing the formidable wards, took a deep breath before unleashing his magical prowess. The air crackled with urgency as he tore down the protective enchantments. Exhaustion clawed at Draco's strength, but determination burned bright in his eyes.

With Draco on the verge of fainting, his magic drained, Harry stormed into the office, driven by an impatience that bordered on desperation. The room became a chaotic battleground as he rifled through drawers, overturned furniture, and tore into every hidden nook. The urgency of their mission hung in the air, propelling Harry forward with a singular purpose.

Ten minutes into the frenzied search, panic gripped Harry's chest. Attempting an Accio yielded nothing, and frustration threatened to consume him. In a desperate attempt to regain control, Harry forced himself to calm down, tears threatening to spill. 

'No' thought Harry, trying to calm himself down, 'I can not disappoint Draco. This whole plan will go to waste if we don't find anything here' 

Then, behind the walls of a concealed cupboard, he discovered a damning cache of documents – letters to Grindelwald, a list of imperioed individuals, names subjected to compulsions, and evidence of illegal transactions.

Time seemed to warp around them as Harry bundled up the incriminating proof and cast a Reparo, mending any signs of their intrusion. Urgency reached its zenith as Harry practically sprinted out, finding Draco still gasping for breath. Grabbing Draco's hand, Harry led them through the corridors with an almost manic impatience.

Seconds from discovery, Harry and Draco whisked around a corner, vanishing from the teachers' line of sight. Slumping against the cold stone walls of the corridor, they caught their breath. Harry nestled against Draco, seeking comfort in his embrace; still gasping for oxygen. Both were still wheezing for air, the adrenaline of their daring mission coursing through their veins.

A few minutes into the match, Draco's Dark Mark began to burn. The sensation triggered a sense of urgency, and without a moment's hesitation, Draco tightly gripped Harry's hand and the duo made their way back to the school building.