It all began with the Letter (Drarry)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: What is this memory?

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Hi guys yall are awesome thanks for followin me so far haha this was originally meant to be a oneshot lel but now I might or might not have something else going on heh. Enjoy :)

Btw!!

*** { } means that Harry thinking about whatever is in those curly brackets, but not acting it out. Lets just also put it out there that he's in another land there. Italics among normal font means that (whoever) is thinking about what is in italics, Bold (apart from this part) is to emphasise stuff, and that whole chunk in italics is just showing harry in another land. Read on for more details (duh)***

Savvy?

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While Harry played with Dragon, Draco had begun his testing. He took the first labelled potion, 'A', off the shelf and proceeded to feed the first puppy he had retrieved from one of the cages. The enthusiastic Yorkshire puppy wagged its tail with all it had, and Draco felt a pang of guilt course through him, but the feeling disappeared as quickly as it came. Steeling himself, Draco tagged the puppy and coaxed it into drinking the potion, after which he conjured up a separate cage and put the puppy in it. He would need to monitor its condition as the hours passed. He repeated this gloomy process with the remaining animals; after he reached out towards the last potion bottle and turned around, he realised that he was one test subject short. He had begun to think of the animals as test subjects- that made the whole process much easier to digest.

"Ah that white kitten..." Draco muttered noncommittally to himself as he locked up the cages, vanishing all of them with a cover-up charm and left the room looking like nothing was there, except the original furniture, in the first place.

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Harry fed the small little kitten some full-cream milk that he had found in the fridge and watched the little ball of elegant fluff slowly inch towards the dish of milk. It took an apprehensive lick of the white liquid presented before it, before starting to lick it furiously. Harry beamed with satisfaction as he watched the kitten, no, Dragon, drink the milk. He stretched out an apprehensive hand towards busy Dragon and began to stroke it. It froze for a moment, turning around to glare at what monstrosity had dare touch its fur and raised a tiny paw to swat away Harry's hand, before turning around to continue drinking the milk first. 'Oh... Maybe Dragon needs more time to warm up to me I guess...' Harry thought, backing off. For the rest of the day, Harry tried successfully to befriend Dragon, and his hard work paid off- by the end of the afternoon they were the best of friends. 

When Draco finally left his room, as the grandfather clock chimed 4 P.M., he walked into the hall to see a dreadfully cute picture. Harry was curled up on the Slytherin green and sliver mixed beanbag, and the kitten too was curled up next to Harry's head, both soundly asleep. A smile crept onto Draco's face as he gazed at the innocent sleepyheads in front of him, forgetting that he had come out to resume the experiment on the kitten. 

'I guess it won't hurt to let him keep it, I can always find another...' Draco murmured to himself, as he turned away to prepare to deatomise away to get another test subject. Within seconds, he was out of the apartment and off to find another creature.

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Harry glanced around nervously. He looked down onto the ground, which seemed much higher from his eyes right now than before. He gazed at his attire- some dull coloured sweater of some sort, with a white-ish collared shirt with a tie on the inside. A wave of confusion washed over Harry as he wondered where the Merlin he was. He seemed to be in a really large hall, filled with many others he didn't recognise wearing clothes similar to his, except some were draped with long robes. Most were seated and having their meal, but as he turned away from a conversation he was having with a girl who had dark brown hair tied into a ponytail, he saw someone he recognised.