Blood dripped mercilessly from Harry's bust lip. For a girl, Harry thought, she's got a mean right hook. He spat out excess blood, attempting to rid his mouth of its metallic taste. Draco's face flashed across the back of his eyelids. "Open your eyes Harry, don't give in." Draco's sweet voice floated into his mind. With this simple phrase on loop, Harry lifted his heavy lids willing for it not to be over. "Oh, so first you spit at me and now you have the decency to not be gone already?" Pansy raged, her eyes burning with aggression. Her fist was suddenly drawn back revealing her blood stained knuckles. It came down towards Harry's cheek. Before they could cause more damage, a spell was cast from the other side of the room which froze Pansy's arm. "Enough!" Crabbe's voice boomed from the source of the spell. Pansy shook her head. Another fist stopped millimeters from Harry's face. "I said enough!" Pansy was instructed to stop once again. She ignored Crabbe's demands. She lunged forwards, her lips curled to reveal gritted teeth. Harry flinched; another spell erupted from the end of the other man's wand. Pansy's body was tossed across the length of the room where she was pressed against a wall, her hands tied above her brunette head. "Did I not tell you to leave me some? Why can't you just listen for once?" Crabbe took several brisk steps to place himself before his assistant. "Now, thanks to you, Draco nearly found out about our little 'guest' here," He gestured a limp hand towards Harry, "If I hadn't 'ave snatched his attention, he would have started questioning the sudden, and somewhat agonized, screams you were drawing from it." After what felt like hours of silence, Crabbe began to pace up and down the room as he fiddled with the delicately carved wand in his heavy hands. Deciding to use this time to his advantage, Harry began to calculate his possible escape routes and how long each escape would take. He could:

Use the back door which led out in to a maze of back streets and ally ways there were hard to navigate for those knew to the area (this could take approx. 30 minutes - 1 hour) ... maybe not.

Use the front door which led on to Grimmauld Place where there were people going about their day and whom would certainly realize that there was someone following him (this would take approx. 10 minutes just to get on to the main road two streets away) ... possible.

Use the window that was on his right, he could smash it with the iron candle holder stood on the left and then run through the streets (this would be approx. 12 minutes purely because of the shock the 4 foot drop would give to his bruised legs) ... defiantly this one. 

As the Gryffindor came to a conclusion he was shot with Pertrificus Tortalus which paralyzed his whole body. His mind raced as his eyes shot around the room. The capture sauntered towards him; his head slightly tilted to one side, a thick grin plastered on his face causing his eyes to crack and seep with the direst cruelty. "Thinking of escaping are we Potter?" Crabbe spat at his victim. "The only way you'll be getting out of here is in a body bag." Pansy and Crabbe cackled menacingly causing a shiver to tear down through Harry's spine. White noise swarmed the boy's mind as his kidnappers lips moved. Harry could hear nothing. Nothing but the sound of sinister silence. Staring blankly at the operating pale lips, Harry attempted to make sense of the role of Crabbe's tongue. One word caught his eye. He was flung back into his first potions class of Sixth year with Prof. Slughorn. He recalls Hermione recognizing a thick black liquid as Nocturnum Mortem which sent the drinker into a death-like sleep; they would turn cold and be drain of their colour for several hours before they arose as if from a refreshing slumber. Oh no! Harry panicked, He's going to give me it and force Draco to be with him! 

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"Drink it Potter! Just bleeding dink it and no one will get hurt!" Crabbe yelled at Harry but the imbecile wouldn't sip a drop of the potion. Frustration was beginning to boil inside his chest. The sooner he drinks it, the sooner I can call Draco and be the hero he needs, the hero he needs! Crabbe shot a release charm at Pansy and beckoned for her to assist him in feeding the idiot his demise. With her help, Crabbe managed to pry the boy's mouth open and he tipped two droplets of Nocturnum Mortem onto the tip of his tongue. Harry's eyes began to slid closed as if they were too heavy to keep open. "Sweet dreams or should I say enjoy hell!" 

Crabbe's manipulative laugh would be the last thing Harry would hear. 

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Draco's phone buzzed with an incoming call; he flipped it open and clicked the answer button. "Hello?" His voice sounded shaky even in his own ears. "Oh Draco! I'm so glad I managed to get a hold of you..." Crabbe's voice rushed through the receiver causing Draco to had it slightly away from his ear. "I've found him Draco, I've found Harry." the speaker shot back to Draco's ear, he couldn't believe what he had just said. "You've found him? He's alright?" Draco was still uncertain about his beloved Scar head. "Draco, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but... I think he's gone-" Crabbe's voice was saturated with sorrow and sympathy for the Blonde. "What do you mean 'he's gone'?" 

"I think he was given a potion of some kind, I'm doing what I can to see what he's taken but it doesn't look good. Just get here as quick as possible, I'm with Kreachure, he found him at 12 Gimmauld Place..." Draco slowly pulled the receiver from his ear and ended the call. His beloved emerald eyed Gryffindor was gone and there was nothing he could do to help him now. As if by an unknown force, Draco was snapped out of his somber state and thrust himself into action. He called on every Aura he could think on and additional wizards, witches and healers; he gave everyone the location and they apperated without a moments hesitation. Draco was the last to arrive. 

He flung open the front door, marched into the living room and pushed his way through the crowd of bodied until he made it to the sight they were observing. "No!" Draco screamed, dropping to his knees. Who could do such a thing? Harry was tied to a chair turned slightly toward the window, his paling face bloomed with bruises and shallow gashes in his skin. His eye lid were shut but Draco know that the glitter that seemed to be constantly in his eyes was long gone. As he reached out and took Harry's hand, he noticed that he was still but only slightly warm. "He's not been gone for too long, maybe an hour at the most. The culprit can't have gotten too far away, I want teams spread through out London looking for whoever could have done this. Justice must be served and God help the poor bastard who did this because I will not rest 'til he's found... either dead or alive." Draco's tear streaked face was set into a stone cold mask. Never before had he loved someone as wholeheartedly as he loved Harry. No one was going to get away with such a crime if Draco had a say in it.