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Finding Draco Malfoy	By : caressedbythorns Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: okay sorry for the wait… Pottermore happened I’m a beta yay! But here is a nice long ending to this chapter it doesn’t cover everything… obviously but it might answer some questions and it develops the characters in ways that will be important later on. For those of you that didn’t like the Pansy thing in the last part, don’t worry we will see her again alive. And so without further ado, I give you…

Chapter Thirteen

Finding Draco Malfoy

The end in nigh…-ish

Part Three

Harry didn’t see the stunned faces of the other order members, the betrayed look Liam shot Albus, didn’t hear the hushed gasps from the assembled Death Eaters, all Harry noticed in those moments after Liams’ exclamation was the look of guilt that had flashed across Albus’ face. Harry was stunned how could Albus have kept something this important from him. How could the old man have allowed him to bring their people in to a situation that was as far as Harry could tell unwinnable?

“Well why isn’t he up here now then?” Ron asked looking as aghast as Harry felt.

Liam’s blue eyes flashed and his face fell a bit as he looked around the still demon free room. “I… I can’t say for certain.” The blond said quietly after his eyes had searched, it seemed, every nook in the room for a semblance of Voldemort.

“I am assured that Miss Granger’s rune will be stronger than any you have encountered Liam.” Albus assured him, his eyes twinkling behind his half moon spectacles. “She was not proclaimed the brightest witch of her age for nothing, and she has the power to back it up quite nicely.” Albus continued. “Now if you all wouldn’t mind doing some levitating we need to get these people out of here and if at all possible, the death eaters rounded up before Lucifer breaks the ties that bind him.” Albus finished in a conversationally light tone waving his free hand towards the unconscious captives and the cowering Death Eaters.

BR

Hermione sighed gratefully as she stepped from the floo in to the sitting room of number twelve. Bill had already proceeded her on to the large stair case jogging up it two steps at a time to go help his mother with the injured. A strange smell lingered in the hallway, Hermione sniffed slightly wondering where it could be coming from. She jumped as tonks placed a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s the smell of death,” the older woman assured her guiding Hermione firmly up the stairs and on to the second floor landing. “It’s best if we let it alone for now, I’m sure we will find out what happened shortly.” The Auror said knowingly letting go of Hermione’s shoulder with a gentle squeeze and continuing on up the staircase. “I’m going to go see if there is anything I can do to help, are you coming?” She asked, pausing a few steps between the second and thirds floors.

Hermione shrugged and glanced back at the entrance, she wanted to know who had died, but if was someone she knew, well the brunette didn’t think she could take that news presently. “Yes I suppose I am.” She replied shortly and hurried to catch up to the already swiftly ascending woman.

BR

Harry glared at the quietly arguing men, the order members, captured death eaters and freed ministry workers were crammed in to one tiny lift. Albus was across the lift from the bespectacled man having what seemed to be a very heated whispered conversation with Liam, although even in the crammed space Harry couldn’t hear a word they were saying. The lift was filled with the cries of the injured and the curses of the bound Death Eaters.

Lucius Malfoy hissed a rather nasty expletive and Harry took it as an invitation to kick the man as hard as he could manage squarely in the ribs. The blond cried out in pain but quickly fell silent when he realized just who had kicked him. Harry wished he had not, it had given him a reason to express the anger building like a tidal wave inside him, how could this be happening, half of the Death Eaters had gotten away and they were no closer to permanently trapping the god forsaken demon controlling riddle.

The lift shuddered to a halt at the atrium level, the doors opened to allow the green light to spill in on to the faces of the people around him. Harry shuddered and pushed past everyone to lead the way back to the fireplaces, closely followed by Ron, he stalked across the blood soaked front hall not paying it any mind. His head was too full of murderous thoughts, all of them aimed at one particularly barmy headmaster, the trip back through the floo was, as usual, quite unpleasant and he was in a worse mood when he arrived in the second floor sitting room than he had been. Harry stalked up the stairs as noisily as he dared with Madam Pomphry in the house.

Distantly he heard the sound of Ron arriving in the kitchen and the muttered cursing of one of the death eaters, a little voice in Harry’s head, one that had been growing steadily stronger over the last year, hoped that the damn bastard killed himself falling out of the fireplace. Growling slightly he continued on to the makeshift hospital, he was not having the kind of talk he wanted to with Dumbledore feeling like this, not if he wanted Number 12 to still be standing the next day in any case.

The ethereal sound of singing broke through Harry’s rage fogged mind, the voice was a soprano and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. The rage seemed to dissipate from Harry’s mind the closer to the music he came, suddenly he realized he was standing in the middle of the attic hospital staring at Narcissa Malfoy as she cradled Draco on the floor and sang in a light clear voice in a language Harry had never heard. Draco was sleeping in her lap his body was covered in blood; his even breath only disrupted by the occasional sob.

Harry broke the dreamy state he had inhabited by asking quietly, “Is he hurt?”

Narcissas head snapped up and her song cut off abruptly, causing the rage filled bubble that had been dissipating in Harry’s chest to swell again. “No Mr. Potter, he is just in shock, his patient died, Draco is very… empathic.”

“Yes I would think he would be.” Liams voice rang though the room louder than Harry thought possible. “Your son is… quite extraordinary Narcissa, but then you know that already don’t you?” The blond sighed hefting his cargo, a young witch who seemed to be unconscious, a bit higher. “Where can I put her?”

Narcissa Motioned towards an empty cot and went about removing herself from Draco’s grip as the younger blond slowly woke. “Come now Dragon it seems the conquerors have come back with wounded for us to care for.” She said taking her sons hand and helping him to rise unsteadily on to his feet. Draco nodded blearily and started towards the small wash area they had set up on the other side of the room.

“I’ll just change and have a quick wash then Mother, I won’t be a sec.” Draco called back towards them disappearing behind a white gauzy curtain.

“Mr. Potter,” Narcissa called placing a hand on his shoulder, “would you be so kind as to fetch the potions from the adjacent room and bottle them for us? I do believe we are going to need to brew more right away.” The blond woman smiled at Harry and pushed him towards the store room. “Please hurry Mr. Potter I believe we are about to become quite busy.” The last part was added on as the sounds of mass footfalls reached their ears.

“Of course Mrs. Malfoy.” Harry replied hurrying off to do as he was bade. Truthfully he was glad for the escape from his fellows; this evening had been more than unnerving to say the least.

BR

Ron stepped out of the fire place in the kitchen of Number 12, he heard Harry’s echoing foot falls from above him and sighed heavily. It seemed he would be taking care of the logistics of where to put the wounded. He was positive they all wouldn’t fit in the make shift hospital room in the attic.

Sweeping his red hair from where it was sticking to his forehead Ron walked out to the entrance where he ran in to Hermione. Her eyes were watery and she was obviously trying to hold herself together, Ron smiled widely at her and took her in to his arms. “Come on now Herm, don’t look like that, we won this battle.” Ron squeezed her tightly and turned her towards the kitchen, can you make watch the kitchen fireplace, the death eaters should be coming through it. Just as he mentioned the highly hated title a loud crashing sound and cursing emanated from the kitchen. “Sounds like Mr. Malfoy has come through first.” Ron laughed and Hermione’s eyes sparkled a bit.

“You caught him then? That will make Draco happy I think.” Hermione whispered smiling at Ron in a watery way. “I’ll just go see to him then, are we moving them to the sub-basement?” Hermione asked.

“Urm… yeah sounds like a good enough place as any.” Ron replied waving his hand in an it’s really up to you gesture.

Hermione turned from him then and swept in to the kitchen to see what she could do to coordinate the imprisonment of all ten Death Eaters they had managed to round up.

Ron smiled sadly and took the stairs two at a time up to the second floor study where the injured were being taken, he needed to set up a triage station to decide who needed to go to the trained healers and who could be put on a cot in the lower levels until later. When he got there Luna had already come through with Kingsly and they were helping the order members still at the ministry to get the injured though the floo as quickly as possible. “I’m going to open up the floo in the next room as well” Ron called to them moving to rush in to the other room, “We need to get out everyone out of there as soon as we can, that demon could get loose any time now.” Ron called from half way down the hall.

He rushed in to the Library and opened the floo connection, Albus and Fred rushed though supporting two wounded men. “Fred, Professor,” Ron hurried before they disappeared again, “Stay here and categorize the severity of the injuries once everyone is though the worst of them will be taken to the hospital wing, I’m going to set this room up as a ward for the less sever cases.” Ron motioned to the room around him, Albus nodded and waved his hand moving the furniture including the heavy bookcases to one side and Ron smiled gratefully, rushing to the next room to get a few people to help conjure cots.

When he reached the sitting room once more there were ten wounded men and women and four order member present with more wounded being brought in by the minute. “George, go find Bill and Tonks and ask them to help you conger cots for all of these people in the library, Albus should be working on it but…” Ron waved his hands in a helpless manner; his older brother smiled and clapped him on the back.

“Righty-o Ronny.” George said jogging out of the room calling for the other two adults.

Ron smiled and turned to the injured, one was bleeding heavily and two of the women looked like they had been drained of blood completely. Liam appeared out of the fire then helping two men through.

“Liam please bring this woman to the attic hospital.” Ron called over to him gesturing to on of the two ghostly while women lying on the floor. The blond nodded taking her in to his arms and rushing from the room. “Kingsly can you these two up to Poppy as well? “ Ron asked pointing out the other two serious cases. He nodded and took off to the attic levitating them in front of him.

Ron sighed as he heard his brothers and Tonks make it in to the Library, he turned to Luna and smiled tiredly, “I’m going to start levitating people in to the library, if there is an urgent case just call out we’ll hear you.” Luna nodded and busied herself with helping an elderly man out of the fire place.

Mrs. Weasley met Ron just outside of the study and went to hug him before she notice the floating woman he was levitating before him. “Mum can you go help Luna with the incoming wounded and take anyone who needs it to the attic, only the most severe cases though,” he said putting his hand on hers. “We only have room for 20 or so and we have at least 50 people coming through. "He finished letting go of her hand and turning to Ginny and Fleur.

“Ginny go with mum Luna is all alone in there and it is filling up quickly, bring anyone in a stable enough condition in to the library, Fleur come with me we need you to bring the severely wounded up to the attic from the library.” Ron finished his thought and turned to sprint towards the library with alarming speed, never once questioning if they would follow his orders.

Two hours later Ron paced the length of the library over and over down the neat rows of cots, offering water and blankets to all as well as mild numbing potions. Four others walked with him, Ginny, Hermione, Harry and Tonks all were taking their turn to tend to the injured. They had done fairly well getting everyone back in to the old house… although Charlie and Severus were still missing, Neville assured them they were unhurt.

The casualties were few in number although everyone seemed to burn Ron’s mind, two men three women and an unborn child had died that night, more still were in critical condition in the hospital wing… including his father. His mother hadn’t left the wing since she had place Mr. Weasley there herself an hour ago, for Ron’s part he tried not to think about it. The red head kneeled next to a small brunette woman who was moaning in pain, he checked her vitals with a newly learned spell, they were normal, so he administered the numbing potion gave her a flask of water and moved on to the next cot.

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