Short Story

“Fine,” I moaned falsely, strolling up to the door with a pep in my step. I gripped the metal

Draco laid there, his eyes filled with fear of what just happened. “Draco Malfoy,” said Dumbledore, “were you really foolish enough to believe that you could kill me?” There was a silence in the room. “That doesn’t matter. You betrayed me and now you will die.”

She heard him moving some stuff around, but before she could get curious and peer through the door, Sam pulled it open. He waved her inside as he flicked hair out of his face.

When he entered the alley he felt worse than before. He grabbed onto the fire ladder which led up to his window. That’s when he heard it. A soft voice glided around him. “James, accept me.”

He had stood up and lurched towards the entryway and slammed the entryway with his clench hands. As he slammed the door unendingly, he could see the body at the same spot where he had first seen it. It was standing unadroitly as though it was hung by the neck with a rope. At that point it gave a dormant jerk.

Remus drew his wand, jaw clenched; every one of their words felt like a Stinging Hex.

“You alright?” asked Louis, his hand giving mine a gentle squeeze. I nodded and took my hand away from his, playing with the straw on my Starbuck’s drink as a distraction. I heard him sigh and I immediately felt bad, I was ruining his day because of my mood. It wasn’t his fault his bosses had forced us together, ruining the chances of Louis and Harry to have any future relationships.

Bang bang bang, the door echoed. Soon after, a deafening howl could be heard from the other side of the wooden plank.

“Here we are. Once I open this door, we’re going to attack fast and hard.”

The door opened slowly creaking with every inch it covered, on the other side was a brightly lit room, blinding for the first couple of seconds. “What is your wish?” A breathy voice asks slightly muffled by the distance.

Back in his room again, he was starting to feel like a little boy who was not allowed of out the house for fear he might hurt himself. The thought that he was kind of being held here returned and it made him even more suspicious. Also he was now starting to notice that everyone kept pushing the idea of him being safe inside. A little disconcerting if not odd.

“What’s wrong Louis?” He asked nervously as he continued to stroke. The boy's body tensed and he arched his back “Do you hurt Louis?” The boy nodded quickly pushing himself closer. There was another sniffle followed by a loud gulp. Harry froze realizing what was happening. He quickly shook his head.

"Good, good," said the man. "If he does not answer my questions, he will receive the same attention as his mother does. No mercy. These kinds of agents tend to have a high pain tolerance."

Kieron looked incredulous. "What?! The naries can go take care of themselves. How do you that we won't be the ones getting killed? That pinhead threatened me in the forest."

"Why would you…" Draco 's eyes narrowed as he backed up a couple steps. "You knew we were listening, didn 't you?"