Dracoharry100 challenge#105 part3
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vickyduckyTitle: In the nick of time
Author:Vickyducky
Team:Death Eaters
Word count:100X2
Challenge:#105 Sunshine
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
As Draco took one last, deep breath, the executioner raised his wand, and then lowered it again. There were sounds of a kerfuffle outside the chamber.
"Can you ask them to keep it down out there?" he asked irritably. "I'm trying to concentrate here." He shook his head, muttering, "How I'm supposed to work with all that racket..."
Draco felt rather hysterical. Dear God, he thought, only I could get an executioner with artistic temperament.
The noise increased, someone was shouting. Suddenly, the chamber door burst open and Harry staggered in, clutching a scroll. "Stop," he panted. "Stop."
He bent over, hands on knees, struggling for breath. He waved the scroll at the nearest auror, who took it, gingerly.
"Sentence," Harry gasped,"commuted. Minister's orders."
The auror handed the scroll to his superior, who studied it closely, then turned to Draco. "Your lucky day, Mr Malfoy." She waved her want and Draco's shackles vanished. He stumbled over to Harry, rubbing his wrists.
"Shit, Potter," he whispered, as they made a hurried exit,"that was cutting it a bit fine."
"I know," Harry agreed, leading the way out into the sunshine. "It took Hermione forever to forge Kingsley's seal."
Author:Vickyducky
Team:Death Eaters
Word count:100X2
Challenge:#105 Sunshine
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
As Draco took one last, deep breath, the executioner raised his wand, and then lowered it again. There were sounds of a kerfuffle outside the chamber.
"Can you ask them to keep it down out there?" he asked irritably. "I'm trying to concentrate here." He shook his head, muttering, "How I'm supposed to work with all that racket..."
Draco felt rather hysterical. Dear God, he thought, only I could get an executioner with artistic temperament.
The noise increased, someone was shouting. Suddenly, the chamber door burst open and Harry staggered in, clutching a scroll. "Stop," he panted. "Stop."
He bent over, hands on knees, struggling for breath. He waved the scroll at the nearest auror, who took it, gingerly.
"Sentence," Harry gasped,"commuted. Minister's orders."
The auror handed the scroll to his superior, who studied it closely, then turned to Draco. "Your lucky day, Mr Malfoy." She waved her want and Draco's shackles vanished. He stumbled over to Harry, rubbing his wrists.
"Shit, Potter," he whispered, as they made a hurried exit,"that was cutting it a bit fine."
"I know," Harry agreed, leading the way out into the sunshine. "It took Hermione forever to forge Kingsley's seal."
