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“They’ll find him, Harry.” Hermione tried to be comforting.
“Yeah, even if they have to send Dobby to go open the door to Malfoy Manor for them,” Ron joked.
Neither of the two saw Harry stop and smile slightly as he left the Common Room.
Dobby was, as always, ecstatic to see Harry Potter.
“How can Dobby be helping you, Harry Potter?” he asked brightly.
“I need your help Dobby, and it’s very important.”
The House Elf practically squealed his joy at being able to help.
Harry crouched down low in a corner to talk to Dobby so that the other House Elves in the kitchen would not overhear. “Could you still get into Malfoy Manor if you wanted to?” he asked.
Dobby’s ears drooped a bit but he nodded. “I could, Mr. Harry Potter sir.”
“I need to get into Malfoy Manor, Dobby. It’s important. I need you to connect one fireplace in Malfoy Manor to a fireplace here. Can you do that?”
“Oh I can, Mr. Harry Potter sir!” Dobby was again happy to help.
“Connect it to the Room of Requirement’s fireplace then.” Harry grinned and the two parted ways.
Harry walked back and forth in front of the Room of Requirement. I need a fireplace and floo powder, he thought forcefully as he paced.
Opening the door revealed an empty room except for a large, ornate fireplace, filled with logs and yet unlit. On the mantle above the fireplace was a large pot filled with floo powder. Perfect.
A small pop sound to his left indicated Dobby’s return.
“It’s all done, Mr. Harry Potter sir. I is connecting you to the fireplace in old Master’s study.”
“Perfect, Dobby.” Harry went to grab a handful of floo powder.
“Mr. Harry Potter sir!” Harry turned back to Dobby. “There are bad people in that house, Harry Potter, VERY bad people.” The elf’s eyes were wide and Harry realized immediately what the elf was talking about.
“I’ll make sure they don’t see me,” Harry promised, cloaking himself in his invisibility cloak before stepping into the fireplace.
“Malfoy Manor!”
In a flash of green flames, Harry Potter was no longer at Hogwarts.
Ron noticed that Hermione had been quiet for a long time; her quill was paused over the word she had been writing three minutes ago.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Ron, what way would you leave the Gryffindor Common Room if you were going to the dungeons?” Hermione asked.
“Well I’d go left to the stairs.”
“So would I. But Harry went right.”
Ron suddenly had a bad feeling. “But where would he go?”
“Let’s go have a chat with Medusa.” Hermione stood and the two made their way towards the dungeons.
Draco cautiously arrived at Malfoy Manor, calling on the numerous wind currents in the area to shield him from sight as he touched down on the lawn. Flying from Hogwarts to Malfoy Manor took a long time, even with the help of the wind and water currents making clouds to hide him. It was also very tiring. Draco had to stop three times along the way to rest and regain his strength, lest he fall out of the sky for lack of energy. But he had planned for this, which was why he’d left so early in the morning and had not planned to get back until Sunday evening.
It was just about time for supper. If all was well, he’d just slip inside and surprise his father for a meal, get reprimanded for doing something so foolish, and then they’d talk about these attacks. Draco knew though that all was not so easy as that. The letters had warned him of this. But what was wrong…that was what he was here to find out.
The wards around the Manor recognized him, he noticed as he felt the subtle touch of Veriae magic, his father’s addition to the wards. Stepping up to the large double doors, he waited for the wards to admit him. Silently, the door unlocked and he slipped inside.
All the lights were on inside the Manor. Strange, Draco thought. His father never left all the lights on. Malfoys were creatures of darkness, and his father was quite comfortable with only one candle lit in the entire house, thank you very much. Draco had inherited this taste from his father. The only one who constantly left all the lights on in the rooms of the house was…Narcissa.
Draco’s lip curled in disgust as he walked silently down the hall, dropping into a corner when he heard two female voices talking.
“—have to have him write another letter tonight.”
“'Cissy dear, don’t worry. He can barely move, much less use those Veriae powers.”
“—nothing can go wrong tonight—”
“—Initiation—”
The voices got quieter as the two women walked away, leaving Draco fuming. He knew those voices. Narcissa and his aunt, Bellatrix. Something strange was going on here, Draco thought. But he had to find his father without being seen. If Bellatrix was here, then who knew how many other Death Eaters were here as well. So Draco headed for one place that no self-respecting Death Eater would bother going: the kitchens. The House Elves could tell him what was going on.
Ron and Hermione ran through the halls, oblivious of the rule that said they couldn’t, heading to the kitchen. They waited impatiently for the portrait to open and raced inside as soon as they could fit through.
“Dobby!” Ron panted. “Where’s Dobby?”
“Hello friends of Harry Potter!” Dobby waved to them from where the House Elves were mixing raspberries into pie mix.
“Dobby, Harry’s in trouble!”
Dobby’s eyes widened to a size they did not think possible and in an instant he disappeared. Ron groaned and Hermione sighed at this action.
“Well, there goes that idea,” Ron muttered.
“Attention! Will all students please return to their Common Rooms immediately!” McGonagall’s voice sounded through the school.
“We have to tell Dumbledore,” Hermione spoke, her tone leaving no room for discussion, not that Ron would have protested anyway.
Harry rolled out of the fireplace and just missed hitting the leg of a mahogany desk.
“What was that?” a gruff voice asked.
“What was what?” another answered.
“I thought I heard something.”
