back again- dramione

02

Harry Potter had remained in a deep sleep for the rest of the day. Hermione and Ron were busy trying to open the journal they so desperately wished would help. By the time nightfall came, they were utterly exhausted, having tried everything possible. Hermione was baffled. She had researched everything she could find on disabling the binding spell, yet nothing had worked. 

Hearing a commotion coming from downstairs, Hermione held up her wand. When she finally got closer, she realized who was actually yelling. 

"Harry Potter you go back up and rest right this instant," Ginny yelled at her boyfriend. 

"Gin, I'm fine. I need to get everyone gathered for a meeting, now," he replied, his lips pressed together as though he were thinking. Looking behind Ginny, Harry spotted the brunette walking into the kitchen. "Hi Hermione."

"Oh shut it you big goon," Hermione said rushing over to hug her best friend. "You gave us a scare there I have to admit."

"Well you can't get rid of me that easy," Harry laughed. At that moment, a small portion of the Order walked into the kitchen. It consisted of the Order's Inner Circle, the most trusted. Theo Nott and Blaise Zabini were included. 

"I was taking a nice nap and you just had to wake me up, didn't you Potter," Theo yawned. Always the sassy one, he was. 

"Sorry for disturbing your sleep Theo," Harry replied sarcastically, "but I think I've figured out who blocked the spells from hitting me."

Gasps sounded around the room. Remus and Tonks eyed him suspiciously, a small boy holding their hands. Kingsley decided to finally speak up. 

"Who was it then?"

"Draco Malfoy."

The crowd laughed. George slapped Harry on the back, thanking him for a good joke. Hermione was just staring at her friend, wondering how many buldgers he must have taken to the head. Ron was eating. Blaise and Theo, however, frowned at the mention of their old school friend.

"Malfoy? Are you sure you're okay Harry?" Hermione asked, suddenly concerned with his wellbeing. She got up, reaching her hand over to feel his head. Harry flinched back, swatting the hand away. 

"Ya ya, I know it sounds mental. But listen," he said. "The person was obviously a Death Eater, I know that much. Relatively skinny, tall, and young. I also saw blond hair coming out from under his mask. I know it sounds crazy, but unless Lucius Malfoy suddenly took a reverse aging potion and developed a liking for me, it had to be Malfoy."

"It wasn't Malfoy," a voice said. The voice belonged to Blaise. "He wouldn't risk it, he's part of the Inner Circle."

"What if it wasn't a risk at all and some sort of plan so that only Voldemort could kill you. Harry, think about it, why send one of his Death Eaters to stop the attacks if he didn't want you dead at his own hands. Although I'm not sure why he didn't just take you to him right there," Hermione thought out loud. The plan made sense. 

"The boy is incredibly talented. Evil, yes, but talented," Kingsley voiced. "What you think you saw could be a fake, as was Hannah's memories. The Malfoy boy could have planted fake visions in your head to convince you of something. What? I don't know. Don't be naive Harry, not in a time of war."

"I guess you're right," Harry said, leaning his head on Ginny's shoulder. 

AN: Okay I know, short chapter. It had another part with Draco, but I removed it since it was kinda awkward, making the chapter really short. Remember! Hold on, it gets better as it goes. This was my last year's writing, so it sucked. I hope you keep reading and hang in there! Thank you! Remember to comment and vote <3