Hi! I’m so sorry it’s late and tiny! I’ve been HORRIBLY busy and really wanted to finish this for you all. I hope the extra detail and suspense will make up for my absence.
Please comment your advice. All criticism is welcome. (:
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH NARNIA OR THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA. ALL CREDIT FOR THAT GOES TO C.S. LEWIS.
~Stellee123
DRACO’S POV
The gleaming clock mercilessly ticked away the seconds, which turned into minutes that the tall, blonde man with steel grey eyes could not afford to lose.
Draco Malfoy stirred his cup of tea, glancing around. He idly dropped a sugar cube into the steaming porcelain cup and cleared his throat, bringing the numb group to order.
“As you know, tonight we begin our Thirty Day Mission. If we all do our part and work quickly, we will succeed. If not, we will obviously fail miserably.” He said in a hard, unforgiving voice. His tone was just enough of a warning to the army of Death Eaters that crowded around the Manor’s parlor. They nodded agreement, knowing only an idiot would mess up such a crucial plan underneath the eye of a Malfoy.
Draco stood up and through a superior look to his Death Eaters. “We will move by broom.” He declared, and everyone summoned their Firebolts.
The clan swept through the dark halls and out into the night. Bright stars shone little light down onto the black-clocked figures as they mounted their brooms, kicking off into the frigid air. Draco barely felt the freezing temperatures against his skin, as he was bursting with nervous adrenaline. He could most definitely not afford to mess up this mission. If he was to take over the Wizarding World in revenge over the Dark Lord’s death, all needed to go smoothly.
They moved quickly and quietly through the sky, staying tightly together. Draco led the group over cities, where glowing lights were still burning even though the time was an hour past midnight. Only a few more minutes, and they would be hovering over their target’s home.
Draco came to a stop in the middle of London, staring down at the darkened apartment building below. He ordered the Death Eaters down the ground and they landed silently in the yard.
“Apartment 301. Do not wake the children.” He said.
Up they all went to the third floor. Draco slipped out his wand and muttered ‘Alohomora’ to unlock the door. He snuck in, curiosity running through him as he inspected his surroundings hastily. A beautiful Christmas tree could be seen from the hall, and Draco couldn’t help but stare in awe for a second. Coming to his senses, he moved on to the master bedroom.
The door opened soundlessly, to Draco’s relief. “Stupefy,” he whispered, making sure the victim wouldn’t wake. He gently guided her out of bed and over to him with his wand. Without a second glance, Draco dashed back into the night while the other Death Eater’s worked on ‘securing’ the scene.
Clutching the girl tightly in his arms, Draco surveyed her. The way her lashes fell across her closed eyes, the curve of her nose, and the loose curls of brown hair. Her lips parted slightly as she breathed, her chest rising up and down.
Not really giving the girl’s features, which had changed for the better over the years, much consideration, Draco gathered up the Death Eaters for a status report.
“Everything’s secure and ready.” Said one of his most faithful workers.
Draco smirked. “Well done, let’s go.” He said, and they all mounted their brooms.
Draco held his victim in place easily as they flew back to Malfoy Manor. She was light and easy to transport. A heavy sleeper, too, Draco observed. She slept through everything, even the kind of loud and jolting landing back at the Manor.
Draco carried his victim inside, where a blast of warm air hit them. He was relieved at the temperature change, as it assured him that the girl would not wake from the cold. The rest of the Death Eaters went over information they had acquired as Draco brought the girl upstairs. He nudged open a spare bedroom door and carefully place her on the bed. Then, with one last glance of his victim lying gracefully in the moon’s spotlight, he turned and left. The lock on the outside slid into place with a mischievous click.
HERMIONE’S POV
Hermione woke suddenly to sunlight streaming in a window at her right. She shifted in a giant feathery bed, panic sweeping over her. She was not at home, and Ron was not beside her.
Hermione flung back the covers and stood up, stretching automatically against the fluffy carpeting. She steadied herself on the nightstand and looked around. She was in an elaborate bedroom with pale blue walls and cream carpet. The whole room was furnished in this colour scheme with bolded dark mahogany for outlining. From Hermione’s point of view standing next to the bed, a large bay window filled the right wall, and two doors, a closet, and dressed on the left. The bed was in a thinly indented alcove, draping around it. In the middle of the room was a mahogany coffee table complete with a leather loveseat and padded chair. Huge bookcases were built into the far wall, crammed full of old and new, dusty and polished books.
This last addition made Hermione’s fear temporarily fade and she floated over to the shelves. Hermione ran her hand along the beautiful spines, counting off books as she walked from left to right. She estimated about 300 books on this wall alone. A few more were on the coffee table and dresser. Who knew how many more were in other rooms in this house.
Now Hermione began to wonder just where she was. And… how had she gotten there. It wasn’t possible she had come on her one will. Kidnap? That didn’t seem very likely.
Yet, she was one of the most popular people in the Wizarding world.
Hermione shook her head sadly and went to the door. She pressed her ear to the cold frame and listened for activity on the other side.
Nothing.
Hermione’s hand wrapped around the knob and twisted. It was locked! From the outside, too.
This frustrated Hermione greatly. She frowned and resisted mumbling in anger. Instead, she marched right back to the bookshelf and plucked a book from it. She went back to the bed and curled up, flipping open the large, dark purple book with fancy gold writing on the cover.
Hermione read for what seemed like hours. Miraculously, she wasn’t all that interested in the fantasy novel about some place called “Narnia.” Clearly it was a Muggle book.
Hermione was about to get up and return the book to its proper place, when she heard a stressed voice draw nearer. Hermione’s eyes widened and she quickly sat down on the bed, shoving the book underneath the frame.
This was it. She was about to find out exactly where she was and more importantly – who had taken her from her home.
The door clicked and opened slowly. A tired looking figure stepped into the room, his eyes immediately meeting hers’.
And after all these years, Hermione honestly could swear she nearly fainted when she saw Draco Malfoy come into her presence.
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