The Things No One Notices (A HP Fic)

Chapter seventeen

Harry stood before Voldemort. The Dark Wizard was laughing manically at him. He felt a shiver go up his spine. Draco had a wand pointed against his temple. He felt his blood run cold.

No. This could not be happening. This could not be real.

"It's okay," Draco said. His voice was weak. Blood tainted his lips. "It's okay."

No. It was not okay. None of this was okay. There was not a single thing about this situation that was okay.

"If I turn myself to you, will you let him go?" Harry asked, his hands shaking in fear of Draco's life.

"Harry, Don't!" Draco was silenced by Bellatrix's wand moving to his neck.

Bellatrix let out a vicious cackling laugh. "How desperate! Young love!"

Harry fell to his knees before Voldemort. "My life for his. Let him go and you can kill me."

Draco opened his mouth to protest more, but Bellatrix pressed her wand harder against his neck.

"Silence, traitor!" she screeched.

Voldemort laughed. "Kill them both."

Bellatrix laughed in merciless glee. "As you wish, My Lord."

Before Harry could protest a green flash brightened the dull room. Draco's body fell to the floor. His eyes stared lifelessly at Harry. Harry felt his heart pounding in his chest. He was filled with rage. Fear. He felt a wand press against his chest. He was not killed but tied to a chair as Ron and Hermione were dragged into the room.

"Kill them all!" Voldemort laughed.

Fear for their lives coursed through Harry's vein. He was helpless. He knew in the deepest pit of his gut that he was going to the last one to die. Bellatrix raised her wand. Harry screamed.

"NO!"

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Sweating, shaking, and a scream still on his lips, Harry sat up. He was tangled in the blankets, safely in the bedroom of the old cottage. He could hear the rain pelting against the roof. He instinctively reached out to the space next to him, only to find it empty. Panic immediately surged through him. Jumping out of bed, Harry through the door to the bedroom open. The hallway was dark.

He could barely see the end of it. In his panic he had not grabbed his glasses. There was a faint glow. The fireplace. Someone could be in the cottage. He had not heard it click on. Was he already too late? Had they been found out? Had someone gotten in? Was it an attack?

He patted his pants frantically. Wand. Wand? Where was his wand? He needed his wand. Did he need his wand?

He turned the corner, his heart pounding, adrenaline and fear coursing through his veins. The fireplace clicked off. Someone was here. Someone was in the cottage. Was it Draco? Where was Draco? Was it someone else? Was it one? Or more?

His mind was racing. He stepped into the living room. The fireplace clicked on. No one was in the room. He grew tense. His body building with nerves. He could hear noise coming from the kitchen. Someone was in there. He made quick and long strides across the living room to the kitchen. He stepped through the doorway, ready for anything. Almost anything. He stopped in his tracks. His heart was still pounding. Adrenaline was still running through him. His mind was still foggy from sleep and fear and anxiety.

"Merlin, Potter! You scared the bloody day lights out of me!" Draco scolded him; kitchen knife poised in the air.

Harry blinked, slowly brining himself back to reality. It was taking longer than he thought.