Chains-of-freedom

Chapter Five After dragging Potter across rough terrain for twenty minutes, Draco’s shirtless torso was covered in scratches and his breath came in ragged gasps of fatigue. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he spotted the cabin. For a moment, his senses screamed at him not to trust it. Then he noticed one portion of the roof was caved in and vines nearly covered the entire structure. No phantom structure this, but one long abandoned. Draco half-carried Potter to the hut and shouldered open the door. He raised his wand to illuminate the place and frowned when a scurrying sound resulted. Rats. The original owner seemed to have disa

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