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Drow Chronicles - Part Three, Chapter Three
Title: Drow Chronicles – Part III – Chapter 3
Author:drusillas_rain
Spoilers: NO SPOILERS FOR HBP
Rating: PG-13
Words: 550
Disclaimer: The HP characters belong to JKR and her publishers.
A/N: Inspired by ‘Beauty in Darkness’ drawn by the wonderfulcocohufflepuffs
Summary: The war was winding down. In fact, as far as Harry was concerned it was over. He had done his duty, the side of the light prevailed, and now he was comfortably settling into his new life, on a plot of land in the countryside.
Updates: Every Thursday
Previous Chapters:
Part I (Harry's POV): One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen
Part II (Remus' POV): One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve
Part III (Locien/Draco/Nimruil’s POV):One, Two
Smutty Interludes: Resistance, Lucid Seduction, First Kiss
Previously on Drow:
“Why that little bitch!” Harry screamed as he ran his hand through his hair. “I told Hermione not to let her free.”
Locien took the paper from Harry, wincing as he saw the other headline of the day.
Everything was blurry and too bright. A dark-haired human was sitting by the window, seemingly pre-occupied with himself. Nimruil stealthily got out of the chair he sitting in, clutching a sheaf of newspapers in his hand, and quietly left the room. His first instinct was this was a trick, and that even though he was no longer caged, there must be guards around. He doubted the sable-haired man was his jailor. If he was, he would have been more vigilant. Perhaps he was trapped here as well.
Nimruil went bak to the kitchen and stood close to the stranger.
“Can we escape?”
“No,” the man replied sadly. “I’ve tried, but they always seem to be able to find me.”
He seemed familiar, the green eyes warm and trusting.
Sitting down next to the man, Nimruil thought about what the gaps in his memory meant. He wanted to know what was going on, and tamped down on the fear that he felt.
When another man appeared in the kitchen, Nimruil began to feel even more frightened.
“Locien! You have to hide. Now!”
Locien? Was that the sable-haired man’s name? The strangers grabbed him and pulled him up the stairs, into a bedroom.
“What’s going on?”
“The Ministry’s on the way. I’d best be off so they don’t realize you were warned.”
He watched as the second man went back downstairs. There was something a bit off about him. He was a human, and yet… His attention was then drawn to the human who stayed in the room. He opened a seemingly empty dresser drawer and pulled out… something…
“It’s an invisibility cloak. Your best bet is in the closet. Settle in and I’ll cover you.”
Nimruil nodded and entered the closet behind him. He sat on the ground and the stranger covered him up with the cloak.
“You’ll need to stay quiet. They can still hear you, even if you can’t be seen.”
***
It seemed like he was in the closet for an eternity. The two humans were probably playing tricks on him, or trying to scare him. They were likely downstairs, laughing at him. He knew humans couldn’t be trusted. He should just…
“I’m only doing this because I have to.”
“You know Neville, I didn’t think the Ministry believed all the trash the Daily Prophet wrote.”
Nimruil couldn’t see who entered the room, but recognized one of the voices as the sable-haired man. The other one sounded apologetic, but also annoyed.
“Well, as you can see, no one here but me. I’ve been enjoying being alone after years of sharing dorms, hotel rooms and barracks.”
“I’m sure…uh, Harry, could you please open the closet?”
The door creaked open and Nimruil held his breath as sunlight streamed in through the cloak. A willowy blond human stuck his head in and shifted the hangers around.
“Well, that’s it,” he said as he closed the door. “I’d better go file my report. I’m sorry we’re not meeting under better circumstances.”
Nimruil continued holding his breath, his heart beating a mile a minute. The sable-haired man, Harry, was seemingly protecting him, perhaps from the Wizards that had originally captured him.
He leaned back against the wall as a wave of dizziness came over him, wishing that he could remember what was going on and where he was.
Continue to Part Three, Chapter Four
A/N: I have the next two chapters all written out. Which means there will definitely be updates the next two Thursdays. Works finally calmed down again, so I’m hoping to have Drow Chronicles wrapped up and not miss any more posting weeks.
Thank you for still following this story.
Title: Drow Chronicles – Part III – Chapter 3
Author:
drusillas_rainSpoilers: NO SPOILERS FOR HBP
Rating: PG-13
Words: 550
Disclaimer: The HP characters belong to JKR and her publishers.
A/N: Inspired by ‘Beauty in Darkness’ drawn by the wonderful
cocohufflepuffs Summary: The war was winding down. In fact, as far as Harry was concerned it was over. He had done his duty, the side of the light prevailed, and now he was comfortably settling into his new life, on a plot of land in the countryside.
Updates: Every Thursday
Previous Chapters:
Part I (Harry's POV): One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen
Part II (Remus' POV): One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve
Part III (Locien/Draco/Nimruil’s POV):One, Two
Smutty Interludes: Resistance, Lucid Seduction, First Kiss
Previously on Drow:
“Why that little bitch!” Harry screamed as he ran his hand through his hair. “I told Hermione not to let her free.”
Locien took the paper from Harry, wincing as he saw the other headline of the day.
Drows Attack Wizarding Settlement.
Everything was blurry and too bright. A dark-haired human was sitting by the window, seemingly pre-occupied with himself. Nimruil stealthily got out of the chair he sitting in, clutching a sheaf of newspapers in his hand, and quietly left the room. His first instinct was this was a trick, and that even though he was no longer caged, there must be guards around. He doubted the sable-haired man was his jailor. If he was, he would have been more vigilant. Perhaps he was trapped here as well.
Nimruil went bak to the kitchen and stood close to the stranger.
“Can we escape?”
“No,” the man replied sadly. “I’ve tried, but they always seem to be able to find me.”
He seemed familiar, the green eyes warm and trusting.
Sitting down next to the man, Nimruil thought about what the gaps in his memory meant. He wanted to know what was going on, and tamped down on the fear that he felt.
When another man appeared in the kitchen, Nimruil began to feel even more frightened.
“Locien! You have to hide. Now!”
Locien? Was that the sable-haired man’s name? The strangers grabbed him and pulled him up the stairs, into a bedroom.
“What’s going on?”
“The Ministry’s on the way. I’d best be off so they don’t realize you were warned.”
He watched as the second man went back downstairs. There was something a bit off about him. He was a human, and yet… His attention was then drawn to the human who stayed in the room. He opened a seemingly empty dresser drawer and pulled out… something…
“It’s an invisibility cloak. Your best bet is in the closet. Settle in and I’ll cover you.”
Nimruil nodded and entered the closet behind him. He sat on the ground and the stranger covered him up with the cloak.
“You’ll need to stay quiet. They can still hear you, even if you can’t be seen.”
***
It seemed like he was in the closet for an eternity. The two humans were probably playing tricks on him, or trying to scare him. They were likely downstairs, laughing at him. He knew humans couldn’t be trusted. He should just…
“I’m only doing this because I have to.”
“You know Neville, I didn’t think the Ministry believed all the trash the Daily Prophet wrote.”
Nimruil couldn’t see who entered the room, but recognized one of the voices as the sable-haired man. The other one sounded apologetic, but also annoyed.
“Well, as you can see, no one here but me. I’ve been enjoying being alone after years of sharing dorms, hotel rooms and barracks.”
“I’m sure…uh, Harry, could you please open the closet?”
The door creaked open and Nimruil held his breath as sunlight streamed in through the cloak. A willowy blond human stuck his head in and shifted the hangers around.
“Well, that’s it,” he said as he closed the door. “I’d better go file my report. I’m sorry we’re not meeting under better circumstances.”
Nimruil continued holding his breath, his heart beating a mile a minute. The sable-haired man, Harry, was seemingly protecting him, perhaps from the Wizards that had originally captured him.
He leaned back against the wall as a wave of dizziness came over him, wishing that he could remember what was going on and where he was.
Continue to Part Three, Chapter Four
Thank you for still following this story.
