Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potte

Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter and everything recognisable belongs to J K Rowling. Also this story is
inspired by 'A Shattered Prophecy' by Project Dark Overlord.
Chapter Eight
Harry walked silently through the grounds. He was heading back after a few hours of training. He knew that all the Death Eaters were inside the Manor but he still kept a hold of his mask in his hand, just in case he needed to use it.
Harry was beyond tired. He had trained for nearly five hours straight. He never usually spent that kind of time training but lately it was all he wanted to do. He knew it was the
pent up frustration inside him that wanted out and this was the only way out. Well, this and going on assignments.
Harry continued walking through the woodland area that separated his training grounds from the main Manor. Just as he walked deeper into the woodland he heard it, a sound
behind him. Harry didn't stop walking but he instinctively strained to hear where the sound was coming from.
His wand was safely tucked in the upholster on his arm. Harry continued walking, making it look like he didn't notice that someone was following him. He could hear the footsteps
behind him clearly now.
It all happened in an instant.
With one hand Harry threw on his mask and with the same hand he reached for his wand. He turned around on the spot and blindly grabbed the person that was sneaking up on
him. Harry's hand was wrapped around the person's neck before he realised who it was. Harry slammed the person into the nearest tree before aiming his wand at their throat.
He was more than surprised to see the blond boy in his grip, moaning at the pain of being slammed against a tree.
"Ow! Paranoid much, Harry?!" the boy said angrily.
Harry smirked behind his mask and released him. Harry reached over and took off his mask before pocketing his wand.
"Draco, why were you sneaking up on me?" Harry asked his childhood friend.
Draco Malfoy was rubbing the back of his head and shot Harry an angrily look.
"I wasn't sneaking anywhere! I was just being quiet, that's all." He said.
Harry smirked in response.
"Afraid father would catch you?" Harry asked.
It was no secret the Lord Voldemort hated Draco Malfoy. He blamed him for distracting Harry from his training and his lessons.
Draco didn't say anything but cast a wary glance around him.
"See, this is why you should come over to my house." Draco told him.
Harry laughed in response. They started walking towards the Manor. Draco was a lot more relaxed now. If he was with Harry, then he was fine, even facing Lord Voldemort was
possible if Harry was by his side. If he was alone, then there was the chance that he wouldn't make it back home.
"So, when did you get back?" Harry asked as the trudged their way up the hill.
"I got back ages ago, but father thought it was best to stay away for a while. He said you were busy with things, so I had to sit around and get bored senseless for a few weeks."
Draco replied.
"I had assignments." Harry answered simply.
"I wish I could go on an assignment with you." sighed Draco.
Harry snorted and gave Draco a funny look.
"You, in battle! I would like to see that!" Harry said while silently loving the look of incredulity that appeared on his friend's face.
"What! Why not? I am a good dueller!" he replied in a dignified voice.
"You would probably keep on asking the opponent if your hair had fallen out of place." laughed Harry as Draco threw him a dirty look.
"It's no crime to look good, but of course you wouldn't know anything about that! When was the last time you tried brushing that mop you call hair?" Draco asked while shooting
Harry a half heartened glare.
Harry just shrugged and ran his hand through his hair while replying:
"Not everyone is as high maintenance as you, Draco."
Harry watched his best friend fumble around trying to find a good enough insult to throw back at him. He had gone quite red.
"Yeah, well you're a…"
"A what?" asked a high cold voice.
Draco spun around to see Lord Voldemort standing behind him. His red, merciless eyes were fixed on him. Draco fell to his knees at once as he was brought up to do.
"I hope you were not about to insult my son, were you?" Voldemort asked, dislike lacing his words.
"No, my Lord! I would never…" Draco started.
"Leave!" Voldemort ordered him.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Tuyên bố từ chối tôi không sở hữu Harry Potter và tất cả mọi thứ công nhận thuộc J K Rowling. Cũng là câu chuyện nàyLấy cảm hứng từ 'A tan vỡ lời tiên tri' bởi dự án tối Overlord.Chương támHarry đi âm thầm qua các căn cứ. Ông đã nhóm trở lại sau một vài giờ đào tạo. Ông biết rằng tất cả những ăn cái chết đã bên trong the Manor nhưng ông vẫn giữ một giữ của mặt nạ của mình ở bàn tay của mình, chỉ trong trường hợp ông cần thiết để sử dụng nó.Harry đã vượt quá mệt mỏi. Ông đã đào tạo trong gần năm giờ thẳng. Ông không bao giờ thường dành rằng loại thời gian đào tạo nhưng gần đây nó đã là tất cả các ông muốn làm. Ông biết nó đã cácbị dồn nén lên thất vọng bên trong anh ta mà muốn và đây là cách duy nhất ra. Vâng, điều này và đi vào bài tập.Harry tiếp tục đi bộ qua vùng rừng tách ra Sân vườn đào tạo của mình từ Manor chính. Cũng giống như ông đã đi sâu hơn vào rừng ông nghe nó, một âm thanhphía sau anh ta. Harry đã không ngừng đi bộ nhưng ông bản năng căng thẳng khi biết nơi âm thanh đến từ.Cây đũa phép của mình một cách an toàn được giấu trong upholster trên cánh tay. Harry tiếp tục đi bộ, làm cho nó trông giống như ông đã không nhận thấy rằng ai đó sau anh ta. Ông có thể nghe bước chânphía sau anh ta rõ ràng bây giờ.Tất cả đã xảy ra ngay lập tức.Với một tay Harry đã ném trên mặt nạ của mình và với cùng một bàn tay ông đạt đến cho cây đũa phép của ông. Ông quay lại chỗ và mù quáng nắm lấy người nham hiểm lên trênAnh ta. Harry's tay được quấn quanh cổ của người trước khi ông nhận ra người đó là. Harry nhảy người vào cây gần nhất trước khi mục tiêu của mình cây đũa phép tại cổ họng của họ.He was more than surprised to see the blond boy in his grip, moaning at the pain of being slammed against a tree."Ow! Paranoid much, Harry?!" the boy said angrily.Harry smirked behind his mask and released him. Harry reached over and took off his mask before pocketing his wand."Draco, why were you sneaking up on me?" Harry asked his childhood friend.Draco Malfoy was rubbing the back of his head and shot Harry an angrily look."I wasn't sneaking anywhere! I was just being quiet, that's all." He said.Harry smirked in response."Afraid father would catch you?" Harry asked.It was no secret the Lord Voldemort hated Draco Malfoy. He blamed him for distracting Harry from his training and his lessons.Draco didn't say anything but cast a wary glance around him."See, this is why you should come over to my house." Draco told him.Harry laughed in response. They started walking towards the Manor. Draco was a lot more relaxed now. If he was with Harry, then he was fine, even facing Lord Voldemort waspossible if Harry was by his side. If he was alone, then there was the chance that he wouldn't make it back home."So, when did you get back?" Harry asked as the trudged their way up the hill."I got back ages ago, but father thought it was best to stay away for a while. He said you were busy with things, so I had to sit around and get bored senseless for a few weeks."Draco replied."I had assignments." Harry answered simply."I wish I could go on an assignment with you." sighed Draco.Harry snorted and gave Draco a funny look."You, in battle! I would like to see that!" Harry said while silently loving the look of incredulity that appeared on his friend's face."What! Why not? I am a good dueller!" he replied in a dignified voice."You would probably keep on asking the opponent if your hair had fallen out of place." laughed Harry as Draco threw him a dirty look."It's no crime to look good, but of course you wouldn't know anything about that! When was the last time you tried brushing that mop you call hair?" Draco asked while shootingHarry a half heartened glare.Harry just shrugged and ran his hand through his hair while replying:"Not everyone is as high maintenance as you, Draco."Harry watched his best friend fumble around trying to find a good enough insult to throw back at him. He had gone quite red."Yeah, well you're a…""A what?" asked a high cold voice.Draco spun around to see Lord Voldemort standing behind him. His red, merciless eyes were fixed on him. Draco fell to his knees at once as he was brought up to do."I hope you were not about to insult my son, were you?" Voldemort asked, dislike lacing his words."No, my Lord! I would never…" Draco started."Leave!" Voldemort ordered him.