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Title: The Break In

Contributors: dm_fugitive

Edited by: Carla Lute

Posted: 2005-10-04 to 07

Game Date:  July 28th

Disclaimer: No one at Levicorpus owns Harry Potter, the world or its characters.  We just like to play in J.K. Rowling’s world..

 

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At midnight Little Whinging was covered in fog, and the playground was lit by street lamps. Draco took a deep breath of the unseasonally cool air and sat down softly on one of the wooden swings. He eased his legs back and forth in a hypnotic sort of rhythm and kept his eyes darting about the still landscape. So far, he had not seen anyone.

 

Thirty minutes or so later, Draco abandoned the swing and wandered towards Privet Drive. He had a vague idea of which way, but he still found himself checking sign posts. He took his time, walked at casual pace. He doubted anyone would recognize him. His hair was changed to a dull brown. He was wearing blue jeans and a button down shirt that he had taken from the laundry last year. He even had on a pair of glasses he had found abandon...though the lenses had hurt his eyes so he popped them out. Still, it gave a different effect to his face.

He passed number four privet drive. There was no noise and only a couple low lights on. He circled the neighborhood, when he returned and the house was still in the same state. He wandered past again, towards a clump of trees at the end of the block for he knew they would muffle the sound.

Draco disapparated from the grove and apparated inside Potter's room. He stood still for a moment to get his bearings and listened for sounds of waking. There was a strange whirring sound he couldn't place, but it was constant. Something that might have been a cough from another room, but no footsteps, no voices.

He took the Hand of Glory from his bag and lit the candle in it's grasp. He looked from the bed to the trunk to the books piled on the dresser. Surely there was something here. Something that might tell him...

 

Draco opened Potter's trunk, the whirring grew into a loud screeching. He fumbled through a nest of socks until his hand found the Sneakoscope. He wrapped it in a couple extra socks and smashed it against the floor until it went quiet. He paused to listen. This time he did hear footsteps, heavy ones driving straight for the door. Draco bit his tongue.

The door shook as it was pounded from the other side.

"Potter, is that you?"

"Yeah," Draco said, making his voice huskier than usual.

"Well, keep it down, you bonehead! It's late!" The voice hissed angrily at him. The owner obviously trying to sound menacing without being loud.

"Sorry," Draco said in the same voice. A grunt-like sound came from the otherside and the footsteps plodded off.

Draco continued his search. He found a photo album, a broken mirror, some extendable ears, far too much undone laundry, a homework planner which had Ginny's name scribbled in the margins often with encircled with little hearts or snitches. Draco rolled his eyes. He was about to toss it back in the trunk when he spotted found his own name.

What is Draco Malfoy up to?

Intrigued (and grateful that no hearts encircled his name) Draco paid more attention to the entries. There was no neat story to follow, but he found keywords scratched in odd places between the essays and practical homework. ((Room of Requirement)) ((Polyjuice)) ((Crabbe is a pretty little girl))

"Bloody Potter was stalking me," he murmured indignantly. Draco took a blank sheet of parchment and a quill out of Potter's school things, so he could copy down anything particularly interesting. He scratched a few notes absently. It was awkward, because he was still holding the Hand of Glory and trying to turn pages.

"What is a Horcrux?" Draco murmured as he copied the question down. "What is a Horcrux?" he repeated in a slightly different tone, one tinged with academic curiosity. The planner offered no answers.

The last page had seven H's, two of them crossed out. He figured it had something to do with the Hufflepuff quidditch team, and stuck the planner back into the trunk.