Life goes on... (drarry)

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Harry's POV:

Harry was flying through the trees when something or someone grabbed his broom and disapparated before he could even say anything.

He couldn't breathe and he was scared that he was going to suffocate. Just before he blacked out he fell on hard floor and quickly took a deep breath.

"Potter," he heard a cold voice saying, that seemed familiar somehow.
He didn't move. He wasn't strong enough to even sit up.

"Get him. You can put him in the dungeons untill he arrives. But don't kill him. Whatever you do. Don't kill him," it was the same voice as before.

A few moments later he was picked up and dragged down a long staircase. It got darker. Soon they reached a door. "Alohomora," someone wispered. He didn't know who that voice belonged to.

He was thrown into a dark room. His arm hit the wall and started hurting very badly. He feared that it was broken.

He still didn't feel strong enough to get up. His whole body was hurting badly and nobody came to save him.

Who would? Nobody knew where he was. Even Harry didn't know where he was.
Soon he blacked out...

Draco's POV:

He got changed in his room. He was worried about Harry. He was here in his house and the dark Lord was going to kill him.

"He will be here soon," his mother said. She looked worried. His father always wanted Draco to join the deatheaters but his mother didn't really like the idea. Neither did Draco.

Draco sat on his bed. Only five minutes had passed but it felt like hours.

He was nervous and scared at the same time. The dark Lord was never happy. He was either angry, wanting to kill everyone or pleased. But pleased in a bad way.

If you did something wrong he'd either kill you or torture you.
And you'd never know what exactly you did wrong.

"Draco. Come," it was Lucius. Draco slowly walked to his bedroom door. It felt like one of his dreams. One of his nightmares.

He slowly walked down the staircase, carefull not to miss a step.

Everyone was waiting in the sitting room. There was a big table in the middle and he was sitting at the other end.

"Ah, Draco. How wonderful to see you. Sit," he gestured to an empty seat between Aunt Bellatrix and his mother.

"Now. Today Draco will be joining us. But first I'd like more information about the Potter boy. I was told he was here," Voldemort said coldly.

Draco didn't listen. He felt sick and he was scared that he would throw up any second. Time passed slowly. Voldemort wanted to know all about Harry.

"Now, Draco. It's your turn. Come," he said, looking at Draco.

Draco slowly got up out of his seat. All eyes were on him. He slowly walked towards Lord Voldemort, who had already got out his wand.

He reached out for Draco's left arm and rolled up his sleeve. He said a spell that Draco didn't understand because his arm suddenly started hurting. Badly.

He wanted to scream but he was scared that the others would laugh. He started seeing black spotts that just came out of no where.

The last thing he heard was his mother saying his name. Then he passed out...