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Finding Draco Malfoy	By : caressedbythorns Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe Jk rowling and Warrner brothers has that right. I just play with the boys :) oh I also make no money from this

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A/N Okay so this is going to be…Three Parts… Sorry. It is becoming a huge undertaking, I think it has a mind of its own… as you can see the structure of the story has changed; I have merged a few chapters together so that the story flows better for those who are reading it for the first time. Without further ado here is chapter Thirteen Part 2.

Chapter Thirteen

Finding Draco Malfoy

The end is nigh…ish

Part 2

The scene the largest group of the order had come upon in the immense court room was one that turned their stomachs. The ministry personnel were lined up like cattle against one wall, chained together neck to neck each man and woman was pressed against their neighbors in an uncomfortable mockery of a hug. In the middle of the vast room stood Belatrix holding an elderly, chain covered man at knife point and cackling. The graying man was covered in his own blood and piss, he was trembling and begging the council of death eaters for his life. The assembled Death Eaters, numbering 20 or more, laughed quietly and whispered to one another; near the middle Voldemort reclined, flicking his wand occasionally sending a stinging or cutting hex at the pitiful man kneeling on the ground below him. Harry had only a moment to take in the scene before the demon rose from the heavy wooden chair.

“Ah Mr. Potter, what a wonderful surprise, and I see you’ve brought friends. There was really no need… as you see we have enough entertainment to last several hours at least.” The demon swept his hand towards the chained mass, making cuts appear across their bodies. Panicked screams and the clanging of chains sounded through the courtroom. Voldemort leaned forward, grinning manically, “I am glad you have decided to join me tonight, it’s fitting that my greatest enemy will bear witness to my greatest hour…”

Harry reached for his wand, snarling, his eyes flashed menacingly but he stayed his hand, hoping to keep violence to a minimum until Hermione could drag the demon from his followers.

“I don’t know that he’s you greatest enemy Demon.” Liams voice sounded from the back of the group. Albus and Ron stepped aside allowing the Nephilim in to view. “Or have you forgotten there are still Nephilim on this plane”

Voldemorts eyes widened almost comically, Harry watched as his already sallow skin lost any pigmentation hit had retained. The red of the demons eyes glowed with an emotion Harry couldn’t quite place where it anyone else he would say it was, but it couldn’t be right… it couldn’t be fear… could it? Harry’s green orbs widened and he snapped his eyes to the tall blond being, how powerful was this man if he could scare a demon?

“Nephilim, how is it that you know me?” The demon hissed, eyes slanting in suspicion.

“How could I not know the most radiant being in existence, even if you do hide behind this… can we call it a body?”

Harry raised an eyebrow and wondered why Liam was mocking the demon, it didn’t seem like an intelligent thing to do.

“Do you followers understand that the man that they follow is truly a fallen one?”

The room fell deathly silent, all of the Death Eaters stood stark still staring at their Lord waiting for his response. The demon look furious, his thin mouth curled in a sneer making him look, if it was possible, less attractive, and the hatred gleaming in his eyes belayed the undercurrent of anxiety that Harry could see flashing just under the surface.

“My followers know what they need to, to serve me well; whatever else about myself I choose not to reveal to them is of no consequence, and more to the point none of your concern Nephilim.” Voldemort spat the last word as if it was distasteful to even utter the syllables.

“I’m not sure your followers will be so willing to serve you after this Lord Voldemort.” Liam commented hissing the demons assumed name.

“Well Nephilim I’m sure that makes no difference, they will serve me, willing or not; that I can assure you.”

“Your kind makes me sick.” Liam growled, glaring at the snake like being. “Why the Father allows your existence I will never know.”

“Your father allows me to do NOTHING!” the demon roared, allowing his magic to rise around the room picking up the captives and throwing them in to the stone wall. “I will do as I wish, he will not stop me! No he cannot stop me, I am not begotten to him, I owe him nothing!” Wind roared in the ears of the assembled mass and the room felt like it dropped ten degrees, in the corner the wails of the captives increased.

Liam stepped forward his tightly clenched fists glowing with a soft white light, he walked slowly towards the seething demon, his hair whipping around his face in the unearthly wind.

“You are the most mistaken being I have ever had the misfortune to encounter. The only reason you have breath in your undeserving lungs is because the Father wishes it. You live or die at his whim!” The wind died, and the light from Liam’s hands brightened becoming so blinding all Harry could see of the two men were their outlines against a wall of white.

Voldemort cursed and turned away, he stumbled, falling from his perch above them, Harry heard him hit the floor with a sickening crack. A small whining sound came from the lump on the stone floor, Liam reached down and placed his glowing hand on to the demon. A guttural scream echoed through the room as the light started to dim, Voldemort was twitching and moaning at the feat of the Nephlim.

“Great evil cannot be in the presence of great good as you all can see, look now at how your master has fallen.” Liam addressed the assembled Death Eaters who started to mummer discontentedly.

Liam reached forward once again to force the demon to his feet, when with a flash of blue light the crumpled form of Voldemort was gone.

Hermione sighed in relief as the doors to the lift closed, the sounds the demon had made were not something she thought she would ever forget. She had been quick to find the button for the lift when the terrible keening cry had filled the room, it made her want to cry from sorrow as the demon expressed its pain, sorrow and anger at being trapped. Hermione turned to look at Tonks, her face was pale, her eyes looked empty, almost as if she were a porcelain doll. Hermione grabbed the other woman’s shoulder, and spoke in a gentle voice.

“Tonks, are you alright?”

“Oh… yes of course, of course I am, I mean we did it…” she paused and looked up to the ceiling, “But… that, that sound… it was… it was the worst sound I have ever heard… the worst I hope to ever hear, it made me want to… help that thing” Tonks spat the last three words as if they were poison.

“Don’t you feel bad!” Hermione exclaimed, wondering whether she was defending Tonks, or her own emotions. “That is exactly what that monster wants us to feel, it knew we were there, don’t pay any mind to its pleas, we owe it nothing more than a one way trip back to hell.”

Charlie gasped as he came upon a sleeping Swedish short snout, it was beautiful crystalline blue Female, she was small, no bigger than a Clydesdale, her body was covered with cuts, some still openly bleeding; her neck wrapped with a length of barbed chain making it impossible for her to lift it more than a few feet in to the air. Tears came to Charlie’s eyes as the dragons’ delicate eyelid flitted open reveling an electric blue, terrified gaze. The red head couldn’t fathom the horrors this beautiful best must have endured in her assuredly small time alive.

“Severus!” Charlie called out in an urgent whisper. “Severus!” he called again stepping closer to the shaking dragon. Footfalls echoed from behind the dragon growing more rapid with every passing moment. “Stop!” Charlie cried out hoping to protect the youngling from Severus’s natural instincts when faced with such an imposing creature. “There is a dragon here Severus.” He called out as the footfalls ceased. “She is young, scared and hurt, we need to free her.” The silence that answered his statement was so complete, and so lengthy that for some time it seemed his companion had disappeared entirely.

“Are you mad Weasley?” Severus asked in an acerbic tone, it was all Charlie could do to stop himself from wilting under the professor he had so admired in school.

“She is hurt and needs help, I won’t leave her to the whims of the Death Eaters they’ll drive her mad.”

“Am I meant to understand that you think we can not only release this dragon without it killing us but you also think we should bring it with us as we rescue the people being held captive there by forfeiting their lives as well?”

“Severus I can promise you if you help me free her she will do no harm to any on our side of this war.” Charlie answered sure that he could control such a small docile specimen. The red head heard a long suffering sigh echo from the other side of the large round room where the dragon was being kept.

“Well Mr. Weasley, how may I be of assistance?”

Neville strode through the corridors that made up the department of ministries herbology department. All sorts of rare and (to his knowledge) fictional plants grew in various beds around him. The aroma of fertile soil and the heaviness of the mist filled air assaulted his senses, it was as though he had stepped in to a rainforest of virile, dangerous, beautiful plants. Neville could not remember ever being in a more wonderful place in all of his life, he took a long lingering moment to enjoy the delight he felt coursing through his being, it was splendid, intoxicating. The spell was broken when a small shudder ran through the building, remembering the task at hand Neville began placing stasis spells on the various plants and gently placing them in to the never ending bag Hermione had lent him. One by one the colorful foliage disappeared in to the small black handbag, until nothing but an empty green house remained; he finished this just in time to hear the deafening roar from the front of the department.

Draco sat curled on the floor in the make shift hospital, the remaining women were sleeping peacefully, Poppy was flitting around the room helping Ginny, Blaise and Fleur create a large stock of blood replenishing potions and skelegrow. Narcissa sat near the bed of the youngest of the three sleeping women humming and checking her vital signs. Below them Molly was busy cooking enough food to feed as many survivors as their group brought back, preoccupying her mind from the all too real possibility of losing both her eldest son and husband in the same night.

Draco for his part was shaking; all he could see was Harry, his eyes just as dull and vacant as the woman he had lost that night. The Death Eaters had place several curses on her, they had made it impossible to stem the bleeding, and kept her awake through the entire painful process. Draco sighed and sipped at the tea in his hand, he felt useless, left behind as though he were weak, unable to fight. He knew they needed to care for the wounded, and that he was better trained than most of the others in the order because of his mother, yet… he wanted to protect Harry with all of his being. Were Harry to come back hurt… or worse, he wasn’t sure he would be of much help to anyone.

Charlie winced as the dragon let out a bellow as the chains were extracted from her neck, the red head hushed her and cast a numbing spell. The dragons blue eyes closed in relief and then concentrated on Charlie quizzically; she was obviously used to Humans causing pain, but could not understand why a human would help her out of it. Charlie gave her what he hoped as a reassuring smile and started to cast the calming charms that would allow him to coax her out of the ministry and eventually fly them both to Romania where she would be taken care of.

The shrill scream of Bellatrix Lestrange rang through the room, she fell upon Harry brandishing her wand.

“Where is he! Where have you done with him Potter?” she screeched digging her wand in to his neck and shaking him violently.

Harry pushed her off as Liam knocked her about the head putting the insane witch in to a dead faint.

“Thanks mate.” Harry muttered stepping back from the limp body. The other Death Eaters fell silent cowering from the intimidating form of Liam and the triumphant look on Harry’s face. “We have trapped the demon, surrender and you will have fair trials.” Harry announced feeling as though he had won.

“You did what?” Liam’s response confused Harry, wondering why the blond sounded so irate.

“We trapped him in a binding rune.” Harry replied.

“You have no idea what you’re dealing with! Albus have you not spoken to them about what is truly happening here? Have you not explained that we are not just dealing with a demon rather we are dealing with the demon?!” Liam turned on Albus, his eyes glowed with a strange light.

“What exactly are you talking about?” Harry queried glaring at the looming figures before him in case any of the Death Eaters tried to take advantage of their quarrel.

“I assume you have heard of Lucifer?”

Pansy stared at the people filling the room, she was so scared, her home had been invaded by her father’s associates. They were beasts! Her mother had been dragged away by two ruff looking men moments earlier and now she stood stripped to her knickers as the men (including her father) leered crudely at her. Tears came to her eyes, the Dark Lord had taken the ministry, there was no law to call for help. She must find Draco. From the other room she heard her mother cry out; Pansy’s body began to shake as two particularly nasty looking men advanced on her.

“She’s a virgin Greyback!” Her father called out as they drug her up the stairs, allowing Pansy to hope he may stop this. “So don’t ruin her for the rest of us!” The men laughed, Pansy began to sob.

End Part Two
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