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WARNING: Character death. …Not one of the Heroes! What kind of author
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Chapter 14 – (NOT) Only The
Good Die Young
“Ah, dreary old England!
How I’ve missed you!”
This sarcastic remark fogged the window that Draco Malfoy stood in
front of in the cottage that everyone had started thinking of as ‘Hermione’s
Cottage’, watching the rain come down.
Hermione Granger smiled at her young man, glad for the presence of
him. She’d been afraid that she’d never see him again.
“Oh, it’s not that bad, Draco,” she chided gently. “It’s just a bit of
a summer storm. It’ll be over soon.”
Draco sighed. He knew that. This is so frustrating! When are
we going after Lucius and Neville?
“Well?”
Draco and Hermione’s attention turned to the new speaker.
Ron Weasley stood in the doorway, hand on hips, looking every bit as
frustrated as Draco felt.
“Well, what?” Hermione asked.
“When are we going after them?” Ron sounded very
stressed out. “We’ve been back in England
for a week now, and we’ve made no move to go after Neville and Lucius.”
“We’ve got an appointment tomorrow at Noon
with your father,” she informed him matter-of-factly. “He’ll be able to help in
tracking down Neville.”
Ron just stared at Hermione for a moment before turning away with a
half-concealed sob.
Hermione’s heart went out to Ron. She had no clue what he must be
going through, but if his moodiness was any indication, he was suffering quite
a bit.
*************
“May
I help you?”
“Yes.
Please let the Minister know we’re here to see him.”
“Of course. May I have your names?”
“I’m
sorry,” apologized Draco with a charming smile. “My name is Draco Malfoy; with
me is Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape,
and Harry and Ginny Potter.”
The
witch’s eyes got bigger with each name Draco dropped.
The
group known as the “Hogwarts Heroes” cast side-long glances at each other,
trying their best to conceal rolled eyes and snickers. Severus and Draco, being
the only Slytherins in the group, smirked to each other. Who would have
thought, seven years ago, that either of them would be counted among the
“Heroes”?
“I’m
so sorry that I didn’t recognize you, Lord Malfoy, and your guests,” groveled
Arthur’s new secretary. “Please wait here and I’ll go tell the Minister right
away. It’ll be just a moment.”
When
they heard the door to the Minister’s office, they burst out laughing. It niver failed to amuse them how witches and wizards tended
to react to them still.
“Hello, everyone! So nice to see you again,” came the voice of Arthur Weasley.
“Hi,
Dad,” Ginny said, trying to draw his attention away from where he was staring
at Ron and Severus’ clasped hands.
“Hello,
sweetie,” Arthur pecked Ginny and Hermione on the cheek and shook hands with
Draco and Harry absent-mindedly. He came to a stop in front of the new couple.
“Uh, welcome back, son. You’ve got some explaining to do.” He said, pointedly
looking at an unflinching Potions Master.
“We
have a lot to talk about, Pop,” hedged Ron. “Can we talk in your office?”
Arthur’s
cheeks tinted pink for a moment. “Of course, of course.
Sorry about that. Katherine, I don’t want to be disturbed.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thank
you.” Arthur opened his office door and beckoned to the group. “Please, c’mon
in.”
The
six filed into the office, feeling a bit wary. No one had really ever seen
Arthur mad before – except that time with Lucius in Flourish and Blotts.
“Now,
what can I do for you all?”
Ron
sat opposite his father. “We need help finding Neville, Pop. It seems that he’s
been working for Lucius Malfoy for a while now.”
“What?!” Yelped Arthur. “Neville? Neville Longbottom?”
“Yes.
It seems, Minister,” Severus stepped in, putting a protective arm around his
young lover. “That he has been in Lucius’ pocket for quite some time.
Lucius hired him to get close to the ‘Gold Trio’ and break them a part – no
matter what. We found out Neville about a week ago, but not before he left.”
“And
is that,” Arthur gestured to Severus’ arm around Ron. “The
reason why Neville left?”
“No,”
denied Ron. “Neville left because he knew that once we got into the meld, we’d
see that his bond was not the same as the rest of ours.”
“He
even tried to put us off his tracks by putting the blame on Ron for his leaving
the night before the meld.”
When
Arthur looked confused, Hermione jumped in.
“You
remember how we discovered that we’d all developed a heart bond?” At Arthur’s
nod, she continued. “Well, Neville’s ‘bond’ was external. It was actually a
link from Lucius, through Neville, and to Ron. It was the
way Lucius was able to find out about Draco and I.
That’s why Ron did what he did – he was being controlled.”
“I
can’t believe-” Arthur started. “I do believe you,” he stated when Ron
looked defeated. “It’s just hard to imagine Neville working for Lucius.”
Arthur’s face turned the same red as his hair, reminding everyone of Ron in a
full-blown rant. “I just – he made you believe – he was a friend.
We welcomed him into the family with open arms. Merlin damn
him to Hades!”
Everyone
stared, shocked, at the Minster’s outburst. None of them had ever heard
him swear before – not even his own children.
“Okay,
just a moment,” The Minister grabbed a quill and parchment, scribbling
furiously for a few long moments, then, pointing his wand at it, it promptly
folded itself into an airplane and took off.
“Now,”
he said pointedly at his youngest son. “Would you please explain why
you and Severus seem to be attached at the hip?”
“We’ve
fallen in love, Pop,” Ron locked eyes with Severus and
smiled. “And we’ve bonded. And it’s wonderful!”
Arthur
stared at his son for a long moment. He then turned to Severus, who raised an
eyebrow at the Weasley patriarch.
“Well,
welcome to the family, Severus,” Arthur said as he held out his hand. Severus
stared, dumbfounded, at Arthur’s hand.
“Wake
up, Sev,” Ron snickered. “And shake Pop’s hand.”
Severus
roused himself, shot Ron his patented Death Glare #13®, and took Arthur’s hand.
“Thank
you, Arthur,” smiled – smiled! – Severus. “You can rest assured that I
love Ronald with all my heart and would never hurt him,” he glanced at Ron.
“He’s my world.”
Ron
turned his doubt-filled gaze on the Potions Master. “Really,
Sev?”
“Ah,
Ronald, how could you doubt it?” Severus smirked. “I’ve told you before that I
love you, Weasley #6.”
Ron
smacked his arm. “Well, yeah – but it’s always been half-joking – never
completely serious.”
Severus
turned to face Ron, his best ‘I’m-all-business’ look on his face. The one he
reserved only for his colleagues. “I love you, Ronald Weasley. I may have a
hard time saying it, but know this; you are the other half of my heart and soul
and I’ll love you forever.” Severus repeated Ron’s words back to him, sending
all the love he felt for his ‘Weasley #6’ down their bond.
As
Ron heard his words repeated back to him and felt the love flood their bond, he
began to cry. As the first tear slid down his cheek, he launched himself at
Severus and covered his mouth with his own.
Ron
pulled back when breathing became necessary and smirked up at Severus through
his tears. “You are such a bastard at times, Sev.” He leaned forward and kissed
the ex-spy on the nose. “Must be why I love you so much.”
“After
that comment, you little monster, you’d better say you love me,” growled
Severus. Ron could see the amusement in his eyes to take the sting from his
reply.
Arthur
stared, gobsmacked, at the exchange between his youngest son and the Potions
Professor. He shook himself and cleared his throat. “Well, I just sent for
Tonks and Kingsley. If anyone can find Neville, it’ll be them.”
“Shake
it off, Dad,” Harry said, clapping him on the shoulder. “You should be a part
of the bond and feel it when they get like that! It’s rather –
distracting.” He finished as he gave Ginny a side-long look.
Severus
and Ron blushed and mumbled “Sorry” as everyone laughed.
“It’s
not a bad thing,” Hermione smiled, looking at her best friend and his
lover with mischievous eyes. “It’s just that Ron is rather – demonstrative. And
when you’re in the middle of something – oh – like, shopping and you
suddenly feel that, it can be a bit – unsettling,” she finished with a
slight blush.
And
of course when you and Draco, or Harry and Ginny, get all mushy it doesn’t
affect anyone else in the bond at all,” was Ron’s sarcastic reply.
“Oh,
my,” Arthur mumbled to himself.
Everyone
started slightly, having forgotten about Arthur. The looks on the faces of the
group of friends was priceless. Arthur took one look at them and started
laughing helplessly.
“Which
reminds me,” mumbled Hermione. “I’ve been researching the heartbond affects on
a group instead of a couple. It looks like we should be able to kind of shutter
ourselves from the others, but only for ordinary situations. Yes, that
is considered an ordinary situation. If there are any sudden spikes in your
general well-being, like being hurt, or attacked, the rest of us will have a
warning bell go off – sort of,” she smiled at the glazed looks in everyone’s
eyes, but Severus and Draco. “Of course, those bonded that are coupled will
know before the rest of us, usually. And distance does matter on how
strong everyone comes across – but never enough to completely dampen it.”
“Did
she really just say all that in three sentences?” Ron asked Harry.
“Four,
I think,” responded Harry in a monotone.
“Ha.
Ha. Very funny.” Hermione said dryly. “You’re
just jealous that I know it all,” she smirked.
“Me?
Jealous of a know-it-all?” Ron laughed. “You must
be joking! It’s a proven fact that I am not smart.”
Severus
shot Ron a look. “Weasley #6, I do hope you are joking. You’re one of
the more intelligent men I know.”
“You
must be joking,” repeated Ron with a roll of his eyes.
“I’m
not. You might not be book-smart,” Severus conceded. “But anyone can be
book-smart. All you must do is retain the information
in a lot of books.” He smirked at the scandalous looks on Hermione and Draco’s
faces and Harry and Ginny trying not to laugh outright at them.
“Intelligence
doesn’t measure the amount of knowledge you retain, Ron, it shows how you use
the knowledge you have already.” Harry interjected. Still trying not to chortle
at Hermione and Draco, he added. “If you both were wondering – you’re very
intelligent, also.”
Hermione
and Draco’s mouths dropped open, then shut with a snap
and the couple glared daggers. All at the same time.
“I
should kick your arse for that, Potter,” the young Lord threatened.
“Right,
because you’ve always been able to beat me, eh, Malfoy?” Harry
snickered.
Draco’s
mouth fell back open at Harry’s statement. He then did the one thing no one
would have seen coming – he started laughing. He laughed so hard that tears of
mirth were rolling down his cheeks.
“Well,
Harry, I guess I asked for that.”
“Yes,
Draco, you did,” nodded Harry.
When
Kingsley and Tonks came to the Minister’s office, it was to the sight and sound
of the Hogwarts Heroes and Arthur standing around laughing helplessly.
You
asked us down, Minister?” Kingsley interrupted.
“Ah,
yes. Kingsley, Tonks, I’m sure you remember everybody.” Arthur wiped at his
eyes.
“Wotcher!”
Tonks chimed in smiling around the room, sparing only the briefest double take
at Ron and Severus’ clasped hands.
“Hiya,
Tonks!” The Potters chirped, each taking a turn to hug their Auror friend.
“What’s
the problem, Arthur?” Tonks questioned with easy familiarity.
“It
seems we have a miscreant on the loose – one of Lucius Malfoy’s lackeys.”
“Do
we have a description of the perpetrator?” Kingsley wanted to know.
“Oh,
we can do better than that,” piped up Hermione. “We have his name.”
“That’s
wonderful!” Tonks looked around. “So – who is he?”
“Someone
we would have never suspected,” Ron said sourly.
The
two Aurors turned questioning eyes to the youngest male Weasley, but when he
choked on the words, Severus came to his rescue.
“It
seems Neville Longbottom has been in the elder Malfoys pocket for quite
sometime,” he offered, squeezing his bondmates hand reassuringly.
Tonks
and Kingsley shifted their unbelieving gazes to Severus, trying to decipher if
he was pulling their legs.
Hermione
cleared her throat loudly to break the staring contest going on between the
Aurors and her friend. They turned startled eyes to her. “Yes, it seems he was
given instructions to break-up the ‘Golden Trio’,” here she turned to Draco.
“Did Moldy Voldy and the Death Eaters really call us that?”
He
shrugged. “Well – yeah. You were Gryffindorks, you were Dumbledore’s favorites and
you had an uncanny ability to thwart Voldemort’s every plan.”
Hermione,
Harry and Ron looked at each other for a long moment, and then promptly started
laughing again.
“Sorry,”
apologized Hermione when they’d finally gotten
themselves back under control. “Anyway, Neville was given those instructions to
break up our friendship no matter what.” She turned an apologetic glance to her
fiery red-headed friend. “And he chose to use Ron. He used an external ‘bond’
from Lucius to make Ron fall in love with him, then
pressured him to break it off with me.” She straightened her blouse, not really
looking at anyone. “And it almost worked. Harry and I had decided that we were
going to have nothing more to do with him after that. If we hadn’t figured it
out, the ‘Golden Trio’ would have remained split apart.”
Kingsley
was looking at each of them in turn, finally resting his eyes on Ron. “Do you
have any idea where he could be now?”
“Nope,”
Ron sounded defeated. “I’ve been wracking my brain or the last couple weeks
trying to figure out where he could have gone.”
“We’ll
find him, Ronnie,” Tonks spoke in a half teasing voice. Ron shot her a look
full of venom and she winked back.
Severus
looked at Ron incredulously. “Ronnie?”
“She
dated George for a while,” shrugged Ron, still glaring at Tonks. “He and Fred
used to call me ‘Ronnikins’ all the time. You have no idea how long it took me to convince her to just call me
‘Ronnie’.”
Severus
blinked several times before doubling over laughing. After several moments, he
looked at Ron, who was glaring around the room, daring anyone else to laugh.
“Are
you quite through, Professor?” Ron asked caustically.
After
everyone was done laughing again at Ron’s expense, Arthur gave the two Aurors
their final instructions and they were off.
“Now,
we just let them do their job.”
Everyone
nodded.
*************
“I
don’t understand how you can be so calm!”
Ron roared. “Neville’s getting further away from us and all you can do is sit there bleating about needing a plan!” The Gryffindor managed to reign in his temper – a bit.
“Here’s a plan for you – we go to the safe-house he’s lodged in and kill him.
How’s that for a plan?” He ground
out.
Draco
sighed and asked the Gods for patience with dealing with his hot-headed friend.
“Look, Weasley, I’m just as anxious to get my hands on him as you are, but if
we just run off without a plan we could fall into a trap. Then where would we
be?”
“Don’t
patronize me, Malfoy! If you’d just…”
Hermione
entered the room, sizing up the situation. Well,
looks like Ron’s hitting his stride. “Hey! What’s all the shouting about in
here?” She looked quizzically between Draco, who was trying to remain calm as
best he could, and Ron, whose face was as red as his hair, evidence that his
legendary temper was in play.
“Weasley
wants to just run off…”
“Malfoy
wants to just sit here…”
When
the two men realized that they were trying to talk over each other, they
stopped mid-tirade and settled for glaring balefully at each other.
“Oh,
Lord and Lady,” Hermione sighed. She turned to Ron. “First of all, it’s Draco, not Malfoy,” then she turned to the love-of-her-life. “And it’s Ron, not Weasley.”
“Oh,
sure, take his side,” both young men
said with a glare. They realized that, yet again, they had spoken at the same
time and turned their glares on each other.
“Oh,
for the love of Merlin!” cried Hermione. “We’re on the same side, boys. I thought you two worked all this schoolboy shite
out!” She folded her arms across her chest. “We all want to take down Neville,” she nervously ran her fingers
through her hair, making it bush out slightly. “You know what? I’m done trying
to make you two work together. From now on Harry and Severus will do the planning.
I’m too tired, too busy trying to plan my wedding and being pregnant, for Circe’s sake, to listen to
anymore of this.”
“That’s not fair!” Yelled
the two boys in unison.
“Tough shite!” Hermione snapped. Draco and Ron just stared –
Mya must really be upset – she never swears.
They thought to each other.
“Maybe
this will give you some incentive to learn to work together!” She snapped again
as she closed and locked the door on her best friend and lover.
*************
Draco
stared incredulously at the door as he heard the lock slip into place.
Deep breath, Draco, he sighed. You were perfectly fine with Ron before everyone showed up. Why
can’t you just let it go?
“Damn
her,” snarled an angry Ron Weasley. “I can’t believe she locked me in here with
you!” The disbelieving voice of Ron
came drifting over to the Malfoy heir, reminding him of just exactly what the
love of his life was subjecting him to.
Draco
sighed again. He’d been doing that a lot lately. “Just let it go, Ron.”
“Excuse
me?” The Slytherin could feel the animosity.
“I
said ‘let it go’. We aren’t enemies and I don’t blame you for what Lucius and
Longbottom did to us. So – just let it go.”
The
Gryffindor stared, dumbstruck, at Draco for a full minute before disintegrating
into tears.
Finally. “That’s
right, Ron. It’s okay. Just let it all go.”
And
he did.
*************
“You
said what?” Harry asked.
Severus
was looking at Hermione, a single eyebrow raised.
“I
said, I locked Draco and Ron in the study until they learn to work together,” sighed Hermione. Gods, but she was tired. “So you two will have to plan the raid on
the safe house where Neville is located.”
Severus
smirked. “We may have learned to work together well enough to defeat Voldemort,
but that hardly makes Mr. Potter and I friends.”
“Dammit,
Severus, I thought we’d gotten past
all that!” Harry slapped the top of the desk he was sitting at. “If we could work together to defeat old Moldy Voldy, why can’t we
work together to bring down Lucius and Neville?”
Severus
stared, surprised, at Harry’s vehemence. “Very well, Mr. – Harry,” He then
cleared his throat and schooled his features back into the careful mask he
usually had on. “I think we can work together well enough to come up with a way
to raid that ‘safe house’ with little fuss and injury.”
Hermione
sighed until the relief. She had been afraid that this was going to turn out
like the Draco/Ron incident.
*************
Meanwhile,
back at the ranch… (A/N: okay, so the safe house isn’t a ‘ranch’, per se, I’ve
just always wanted to say that!)
“Don’t
fuck with me ever again, Mulciber. I may work for Lucius, but that doesn’t give
you the right to try anything.”
Neville
was standing in the middle of the room with his wand drawn and a bloody lip.
Mulciber had decided that since Neville ‘belonged’ to Lucius he could have some
‘fun’ with him – and Neville had disabused him of that notion right away, using
liberal application of the Cruciatus Curse to the offending party.
“You
little pig – I’ll make you pay for this,” the Death Eater moaned.
“Ah, no. I believe you
are the one who will pay for this.”
With
that said Neville Longbottom leveled his wand at Mulciber and muttered “Avada Kedavra”, giggling as Mulciber’s
lifeless body fell to the ground.
*************
“ – Knockturn Alley,” Severus was saying to Harry when Ron
came in.
“Hiya,
Harry,” chirped Ron. “Hello, love.”
“Hey,
Ron,” Harry greeted distractedly.
“Weasley
#6,” Severus nodded. The two men were pouring over a map of Diagon Alley and
the adjoining Knockturn Alley. “The safe house is located here, Harry.” Severus
indicated a blank space behind Borgin & Burkes store. “The entrance must be
located somewhere in the back of the store.”
Ron
looked closely at the map they were looking at. “It’s the Vanishing Cabinet
that they’ve got set off to one side. I believe the cabinet is on the left
wall.” He indicated on the map.
“That’s
not a Vanishing Cabinet,” disagreed Harry. “That’s the cabinet I hid in from
Lucius and Draco back in 2nd year.”
“It is a Vanishing Cabinet, Harry,”
confirmed Ron. “You just have to know the password.”
“And
you know this, how?” A tired looking Potions Master questioned.
“Uh
– my family used to own it?” Was Ron’s meek reply.
“I
said, ‘my family used to own it’,” an uncomfortable Weasley answered. “Well, my grandparents, actually. After Mum and Pop got
married, my grandfather – on Pop’s side – got sick and died. Gran had to
auction off some of their more antique belongings. I only know that it was
Borgin & Burkes because Gran used to say what a shame it was that some
‘ne’er-do-well’ store like that got it.”
“Do
you, perhaps, remember what the password is?” A slightly shocked Severus asked.
“Sure,”
he shrugged. “It’s ‘Dumbledore’.”
“Excuse
me?” Harry must have heard wrong.
“The
password is ‘Dumbledore’,” Ron replied, slightly disgruntled. Why do they not believe me? “They used
to play bridge together,” he explained sullenly.
Severus
sidled up to Ron’s side. “Weasley #6, you never cease to amaze me.”
“Why’s
it so amazing?” He was getting angry now. Why
are they acting surprised that I can help? I know I’ve fucked up in the past
few months, but my helping shouldn’t be a surprise to them! They know how much
I want to see that justice is done.
“Ron
-” started Harry, who could see the warning signs of the redheads temper
flaring up.
“Just
forget it.” He was over trying to convince his friends and lover that he could
be useful.
“But
Ron –” Harry started. This is not good.
“I
said forget it!”
And
with that, Ron Weasley stormed from the room with his best mate and lover
staring at him in consternation. I’ll
show them. I’ll show them all.
*************
Ron was laying on the ground, clutching his
right leg, his wand 10 feet to the left of him.
“You should have stayed away, Weasel. It’s just as well, I suppose. Now I get to be the one who kills you. Avada
Kedavra!”
And Ron fell over limp – his eyes wide and
staring, all color from his face gone. He was dead.
Neville giggled.
Draco
sat up, cold sweat dripping down his face. He clutched at his chest, piecing
the dream back together.
“Holy fuck!” He
shouted as he wiped the sweat out of his eyes.
Hermione
opened her eyes and looked at the young man sharing her bed. She’d been having
a very disconcerting dream about – something. Huh – that’s odd. I never forget dreams like that. Then it dawned
on her.
“Draco?
What are you doing?”
“Ron
– Longbottom. He’s going to kill him!”
“What?
Ron’s in bed. He’s not going to be killing Neville.”
Draco
stopped pulling his shirt on, a look of panic on his face. “NO! Longbottom is going to kill Ron. Ron’s at the safe house.”
“Oh,
love, I think it was just a bad dream…” Hermione said with sleep in her voice.
He’s
there, Mya. He’s there! The Killing
Curse…” It had felt like Neville had been pointing the wand at him.
Hermione
was out of bed in an instant, waddling as fast as she could to the fireplace.
She grabbed a handful of Floo powder. “Severus and Ron’s
rooms!”
The
fire turned green and she stuck her head in. “Severus? Severus! Come quick!”
After
a moment a robed, bleary eyed Potions Master padded out to the common room of
the suites. He first looked at the couch where a rumpled blanket lay and a sad
look crept into his eyes. Then he realized that Hermione’s head was sticking
out of the fire. “Hermione? What’s wrong? Is it Draco?
The baby?”
“No,
no… nothing like that. Draco had a dream that Neville
killed Ron. Where is he?”
Severus’
face paled drastically – it actually looked like the Professor was about to be
sick. “We had a – disagreement and he decided that it would be better if he
slept on the couch,” he pointed at the crumpled bedding. “He’s gone, though.”
A
look of horror came onto Hermione’s face. She turned her head away from her old
professor. “Draco – he’s gone!”
Draco’s
head replaced Hermione’s. “He’s gone after Longbottom, Uncle Severus. I don’t
think he’s found him yet – but he’s looking How would
Ron know where he’s at?
Severus
got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Harry and I found the
location and Ron knew how to get in,” then an internal bell went off – Ron was
in deep, deep trouble. He say the realization of what
that alarm meant mirrored on Draco’s face. “Quick, Draco! He needs your help!
Borgin & Burkes – Vanishing Cabinet on the left side. The password is
‘Dumbledore’. He’s in trouble – I’ll go get Harry and the Aurors – go help
him!”
Draco’s
head disappeared as Severus turned to go get his clothes on. Please, Ronald, please don’t die on me. Stay
alive long enough for us to come help you.
You’re the other half of my heart and soul
and I’ll love you forever. Don’t ever forget that, Sev. If I don’t make it –
don’t ever forget.
Severus
stopped dead, clutching at his shirt as Ron’s voice drifted through the bond to
him.
His
tears started falling as he hastily threw his shirt over his head and went to
get Harry and the Aurors.
*************
“It’s
not fair!” Ginny screamed at her husband and friends as they got ready to
Apparate to Knockturn Alley. “I’m his sister!
I should be there!”
“Gin,
love, you’re also carrying out children. Do you have any idea how I would feel
if something were to happen to one – if not all three – of you? I’d be lost. Please, please don’t argue with me about this.” Harry turned pleading eyes
on his wife as he put on the last of his battle gear. “Besides, Herms is
staying, too.”
“I
don’t how many times I have to ask you not
to call me that, Harry James Potter!” Hermione was standing in the doorway.
“And he’s right, Gin, there’s no way we can be of any help in our condition.”
“Fine! Take his side – you always do!” She fled the room
crying.
“If
you make me regret taking your side, Harry, I’ll make your life a living hell.
Now – go bring Ron and Draco back safe and sound.”
“I’d
planned on it,” was his only reply.
Harry,
Tonks and Kingsley traded looks that said ‘ready’ and the four battle-trained
friends Apparated with a pop.
*************
Draco
crept through Knockturn Alley towards Borgin & Burkes in the pre-dawn hours
of early morning. He’d only been there once, with Lucius, in second year. The
place had given him the willies.
He
had to try several Dark unlocking spells before he was able to find one that
would unlock the door and the wards.
Surprisingly
enough – or perhaps not so surprising – the spell was the same as the one on
the dungeons at the Manor.
“Thanks,
Lucius. You’re help is immensely
appreciated,” he muttered to himself – and had a strange compulsion to laugh.
He shook his head at himself. This was definitely not the time for that.
He
slinked into the store, trying not to disturb anything that might give away
that he was inside. Finally, he made it to the Cabinet and muttered the
password.
“Dumbledore.” He imagined that Moldy Voldy thought it was
great to use a Death Eater hideout with one of his arch-nemesis’ names for the
password.
He
made his way as quickly and quietly as he could down the dark corridor. It
finally opened up to a bigger room.
And
Neville and Ron were there, just as in his dream.
“ – I get to kill you. Goodbye. Avada…”
“Kedavra!”
And
Neville dropped dead at Draco’s feet as Harry and the Aurors came into the
room.
When
Harry went to check on Ron, he found that he was fine, but he’d pissed his
pants and fainted.
A/N:
I’m SORRY!! I know I’d said that I was going to get this out last weekend, but
life didn’t want me to, so I didn’t. I’ve got Chapter 15 done now, too, though.
And I’m writing the prologue (Chapter 16) now, and then it’ll be done! WOO
HOO!! Only took me 2 years (with almost a year of a forced “hiatus”)! I hope
y’all enjoy this, and as with every other chapter I’ve posted, review! I wanna
know what y’all think of it.
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