When Charlie and Draco woke up, they realized that there was one less person in the house. Their bedroom window was open and Harry was not in the bathroom. They thundered down to the kitchen to look for him, but he was not there.
Through every room they checked, everyone in the house looked. After an hour, howls filled the house. The boy they all loved is nowhere to be seen.
They slumped in the living room, trying to think of something. "Harry doesn't go anywhere, he hates the attention that people give him. He likes just..roaming around the house, as Molly put it. What do we do? A locator spell doesn't work," Sirius stopped and put his head in his hands.
Veelas, like hippogriffs, are proud beings, yet Draco let out a whimper and curled up against his mate. Even though the wyvern had a pained look, he hummed a comforting sound low in his chest and held the blonde.
No one had the heart to do anything, even the great lord Voldemort.
Time passed and the day drug on. Every now and then someone would walk around outside, looking, but it was fruitless. Anything they did was mechanical.
When the sunset, they heard a soft thud upstairs. With wands in hand, they ran to the noise. Slamming open Harry's bedroom door, revealed a small cloaked figure crouching in front of the window.
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When Darkness Rises
FanfictionHarry is living with Sirius and Remus. He is going dark, and he is gaining power. Some of the darkest witches and wizards are now on his side.
