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A Christmas Wish - Part Twenty-Six
Title: A Christmas Wish - Part Twenty-Six
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alisanne
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slythindor100's 2013 Christmas prompt #22: Winter park bench.
Word Count: 490
Rating: PG
Warning: EWE, AU.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Thanks tosevfan and emynn for the beta. This is part twenty-six in my Christmas Wish Series.
Previous parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four, and Twenty-Five.
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A Christmas Wish - Part Twenty-Six
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Draco groaned softly as he regained consciousness. Attempting the Patronus spell had drained him to the point where he’d blacked out. He had no idea how much time had passed.
Glancing blearily towards the window, he saw how much darker it was and he winced. The Minister’s reception would be in full swing. I wonder if Potter has even noticed that I’m missing yet?
As he was still alone, he sat up and waited for the dizziness to pass before trying to stand. Chang hadn’t returned and, deciding he didn’t want to wait for her, he lurched towards the door and tried the handle.
Surprisingly, it opened readily, and pausing to catch his breath, Draco leaned against the wall for a moment. His vision swam and it took a minute for him to steady himself before moving into a stone hallway.
It, too, was empty, and as Draco edged along the wall and then up some stairs, he could hear voices. Moving quietly, he finally paused, peering just over the top stair.
“...not authorised to do experiments here at night, Trainee Chang.” A man in dark green Healer’s robes stood with his back to Draco. Chang was facing him. Draco ducked his head, heart pounding.
“But Healer Dugan said I could,” Chang whined. “He said--”
“Healer Dugan is not in charge of the trainees, I am.” The Healer turned away. “Now it’s time for you to go home.”
“May I at least shut down some things?” Chang asked. “I left an experiment running--”
Backing away, Draco edged into an alcove.
“Oh, very well,” the Healer snapped. “But be quick about it. I shan’t leave until I see you leave.”
“Yes, Healer.”
Draco heard Chang’s boots click past him and, waiting for only a moment, tiptoed up the stairs in the opposite direction. The senior Healer was gone and Draco made for a window. It was only the work of seconds to open it and he was outside.
It was snowing and, shivering, he hurried as fast as he could away from the building. Looking back, he recognised St Mungo’s and he hesitated. I could try to find someone in charge-- Then, narrowing his eyes, he shook his head. No. She’s a trainee and I’m a Death Eater. Who will they believe?
Turning away, he stumbled past a snow-covered park bench and onto a street. The snow began coming down thickly and, freezing, Draco tried to summon some of the warmth he’d found before, but there was nothing left.
Moaning, he fell to his knees and then face first into the snow. Please, Harry-- he thought as the darkness took him. Please find me--
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Author:
alisannePrompt used:
slythindor100/slythindor100's 2013 Christmas prompt #22: Winter park bench.
Word Count: 490
Rating: PG
Warning: EWE, AU.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Thanks to
sevfan and emynn for the beta. This is part twenty-six in my Christmas Wish Series. Previous parts are: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four, and Twenty-Five.
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A Christmas Wish - Part Twenty-Six
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Draco groaned softly as he regained consciousness. Attempting the Patronus spell had drained him to the point where he’d blacked out. He had no idea how much time had passed.
Glancing blearily towards the window, he saw how much darker it was and he winced. The Minister’s reception would be in full swing. I wonder if Potter has even noticed that I’m missing yet?
As he was still alone, he sat up and waited for the dizziness to pass before trying to stand. Chang hadn’t returned and, deciding he didn’t want to wait for her, he lurched towards the door and tried the handle.
Surprisingly, it opened readily, and pausing to catch his breath, Draco leaned against the wall for a moment. His vision swam and it took a minute for him to steady himself before moving into a stone hallway.
It, too, was empty, and as Draco edged along the wall and then up some stairs, he could hear voices. Moving quietly, he finally paused, peering just over the top stair.
“...not authorised to do experiments here at night, Trainee Chang.” A man in dark green Healer’s robes stood with his back to Draco. Chang was facing him. Draco ducked his head, heart pounding.
“But Healer Dugan said I could,” Chang whined. “He said--”
“Healer Dugan is not in charge of the trainees, I am.” The Healer turned away. “Now it’s time for you to go home.”
“May I at least shut down some things?” Chang asked. “I left an experiment running--”
Backing away, Draco edged into an alcove.
“Oh, very well,” the Healer snapped. “But be quick about it. I shan’t leave until I see you leave.”
“Yes, Healer.”
Draco heard Chang’s boots click past him and, waiting for only a moment, tiptoed up the stairs in the opposite direction. The senior Healer was gone and Draco made for a window. It was only the work of seconds to open it and he was outside.
It was snowing and, shivering, he hurried as fast as he could away from the building. Looking back, he recognised St Mungo’s and he hesitated. I could try to find someone in charge-- Then, narrowing his eyes, he shook his head. No. She’s a trainee and I’m a Death Eater. Who will they believe?
Turning away, he stumbled past a snow-covered park bench and onto a street. The snow began coming down thickly and, freezing, Draco tried to summon some of the warmth he’d found before, but there was nothing left.
Moaning, he fell to his knees and then face first into the snow. Please, Harry-- he thought as the darkness took him. Please find me--
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