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Chapter 4 : The Escape
 
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 Chapter 4: The Escape
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Elle bit her lip, thinking hard, which was difficult already when you considered the fact that both the murderous eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange and Draco Malfoy were boring into the back of her skull, and even though he couldn’t look at her, she knew that Harry would give anything to rack her brain. It was definitely his fault that they had gotten into this mess, but now it was up to her to get them out of it…if only she could think of an idea.

Sighing dramatically, she tried to flip her hair, and ended up twisting her neck instead. Flexing her tied hands, she cleared her throat, and spoke, with eyes fixed determinedly on the wall in front of her.

“This is all your fault, Harry!” she screamed, attempting to sound as annoying as she possibly could. “I will never, ever forgive you!”

Harry, eyes fixed in the opposite direction, couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was Elle serious, or had she finally lost it for good?

“Uh…Elle, as much as I would like to explain to you how this is obviously YOUR fault, do you really think this is the right time?” Harry asked hesitantly, keeping a close eye on Bellatrix and Malfoy, while at the same time rubbing his hands together in order to loosen the ropes.

“I think this is the perfect time!” Elle cried even more loudly. She laughed madly. “I mean, we’re going to die soon anyway, right? What better time to lay all our cards out on the table than right now?”

“Silence!” Bellatrix began to exclaim, but Harry cut across her with an exasperated sigh.

“Alright, you want to get everything out in the open?” Harry asked in aggravation. “How about I think you’re a raving lunatic?”

Elle tried her hardest not to grin. Harry was playing along perfectly.

“Oh, I’m a raving lunatic, am I?” Elle fired back hotly, holding in her anticipation. “As opposed to some career-driven, deranged freak like you?”

Harry narrowed his eyes. Elle’s insults sounded a little too forced…what was she playing at?

“At least I’m not an untrustworthy…uh…slut!” he shouted back quickly, instantly hating himself. He had never called Elle a slut before, but if she was doing what he thought she was doing, then she wouldn’t exactly mind…

“Oh, okay, says the untrustworthy, lying creep!” Elle retorted, trying to hide the delight from her voice. Harry would never, no matter how mad he ever got at her, call her a slut. This had to mean that he had somehow caught on to her plan.

“That’s it!” Harry roared. “Malfoy, give me your wand!”

“What?” Malfoy asked, sounding taken aback, and losing his edge for a moment. “Why?”

“Because you can forget about getting Calla to do us in,” he explained heatedly. “I’ll hex the little brat myself. You can at least let me have that one satisfaction before cursing me into oblivion, can’t you?”

Malfoy narrowed his eyes. “Now Potter,” he stated suspiciously. “I know you already think I’m a fool, but how brain damaged do you honestly think I am…”

“Do it!” Elle screamed suddenly, so forcefully that both Malfoy and Potter flinched. “Let him kill me! I’d like to see what happens to him after that…how he can stand to live with himself…”

“Do it, Draco,” Bellatrix said suddenly, an evil gleam in her eye. Her black eyes glittered as she fingered her wand, her hair spilling madly over her ragged black dress. “I’m curious to see if he has it in him.”

“Yeah Draco,” Elle said, in a mockingly sweet tone. “Listen to auntie Bellatrix.”

With a furious gaze, Malfoy surrendered his wand to Harry. With a flick of her own wand, Bellatrix loosened the ropes around Harry and Elle. The two of them stood up and faced each other; Harry was holding Malfoy’s wand out in front of him with a steady gaze. Elle stared at her ex-husband, breathing heavily all of a sudden. Malfoy and Bellatrix were silent, watching them with bated breath.

Harry gritted his teeth and glared at Elle. “This is for everything you’ve done,” he whispered menacingly, holding the wand tightly with one hand, and rubbing his sweaty palm against his jeans with the other. “For not trusting me. For trying to steal my daughter away. For ruining my life.”

Elle glared back. “Stop talking,” she whispered back, just as chillingly. Her blonde hair shone extra brightly against her dark blue sundress, as if it were crackling with electricity. “Just do it. Kill me.”

Her words were like ice slicing through Harry’s heart. They gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment, and for a few seconds it felt like they had traveled back in time ten years, to the days when they were still happy, still in love, still a family. Elle held Harry’s stare and gave a slight, almost imperceptible, nod. Harry raised the wand and Elle closed her eyes, bracing herself.

“REDUCTO!”

The wall behind Bellatrix blasted apart and she gave a sharp yell of surprise, falling backwards against the explosion. Heavy slabs of concrete rained down upon her. Elle took advantage of the witch’s distraction to raise a finger and yell furiously, “EXPELLIARMUS!”

Bellatrix, who had been attempting to get back on her feet, was thrown to the floor once more, and her wand came soaring over to Elle. Elle caught it with an outstretched hand.

“THAT’S for threatening my daughter!” Elle cried.

Harry grabbed her hand. “Let’s go!” he shouted.

They both dashed across the courtroom to the door on the other side. Elle let out a groan as she reached the handle and yanked it, falling against the heavy door.

“Harry, the door is still locked!” Elle exclaimed desperately.

“Stand back!” Harry commanded. Fire burst from Malfoy’s wand and burned a large hole through the door. Harry climbed through and turned around to help Elle out. Elle pushed his hand away and climbed out herself.

“Why didn’t we just do that in the first place?” Elle asked, slipping out of her shoes as they ran through the abandoned corridor, past all the other empty courtrooms. Elle instantly regretted being barefoot as her feet slammed against the freezing cold floor, but there was no way she would have been able to run in those heels.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like I really want the Ministry sending me a bill for damaged property.”

Elle rolled her eyes too. “Cheapskate,” she muttered. “Hey wait, I left my sunglasses….”

“Forget about your stupid sunglasses!”

They made it to the atrium and Harry and Elle both stopped in front of the fountain. Elle bent over, trying to catch her breath. She was way out of shape…after all, she hadn’t been an Auror for a very long time. Harry, who was more used to these sorts of excursions, raised Malfoy’s wand and peered slowly around the darkened atrium.

The only sound that could be heard was the trickling of water coming from the fountain. The golden lifts were stationary, and the floating symbols on the walls passed silently overhead, throwing intermittent waves of light onto the wood floor.

“Okay,” Harry said, trying to stay calm. “Here’s what we need to do. We need to lay low until we can alert the other Aurors and then send out a team to track Bellatrix and Malfoy down…”

Elle stood upright again, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Just because you’re Head Auror doesn’t mean I have to listen to you!” she shot at him. “We have to get to Calla! Bellatrix is going to find her, we have to go now!”

“And what do you propose we do, Elle? What if she kills us? We have to go get backup…”

“But the other Aurors aren’t even here yet, that could take ages!”

Harry opened his mouth to reason with her, but the sound of hurried footsteps running through the halls distracted him. Harry turned away from Elle just in time to see Malfoy come into view, his hair disheveled and his black suit covered in powdery white dust.

“Stay where you are!” Harry ordered, pointing Malfoy’s own wand at him.

Malfoy froze, but held up his hands in surrender. “It’s okay!” he said. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Where’s Bellatrix?” he asked. Elle stared at Malfoy with an uneasy expression.

“Immobilized,” Malfoy panted. “For now. But the curse wont last long, you two have got to get out of here, and quickly!”

“Wait,” Elle said slowly, staring at Malfoy as if he had gone mad. “What are you talking about? You told us you were going to kill us in there. You stunned us and tied us up. You said you were helping Bellatrix.”

“Yes,” Malfoy said softly. “It’s true, I said all those things. But I had to. Trust me, I don’t really want you dead. I don’t care about you two enough to want you dead. It’s Bellatrix...she broke out of Azkaban again, and came to find me, and…sort of forced me to help her.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Why should we believe you?” he asked darkly.

Malfoy reached into his pocket and pulled out both Harry and Elle’s wands. “Here,” he said, tossing them both to their respective owners.

Harry caught his wand, but still held tightly onto Malfoy’s. Elle might be quick to trust Malfoy, but he wasn’t.

“Prove that you’re not lying,” Harry demanded. “How do we know Bellatrix isn’t right behind you, waiting for the opportune moment?”

Malfoy raised his eyebrows and glanced behind him. Elle lit the tip of her wand and shined a light down the hallway. There was nobody there.

“Harry,” Elle sighed, biting her lip. “He’s telling the truth. Come on, we better get going before Bellatrix wakes up.” She gazed at Malfoy. “You know,” she told him casually. “You’d make an incredible actor.”

Malfoy smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Harry was growing more furious by the minute. First Elle helps Malfoy hide a dead body, then she lets him stun her and tie her up, and now they were swapping inside jokes? What was wrong with her?

“Sorry to interrupt,” Harry muttered. “But I’d still like an explanation.”

Malfoy sighed. “Are you serious Potter? We’re running out of time…”

“I don’t care!” Harry roared. “What is going on between you and Bellatrix? Unless you want to spend the rest of your life in Azkaban, I suggest you start talking.”

Elle bit her lip and tossed her hair over shoulder. She sat down on the edge of the fountain and began massaging her feet.

“You probably should just tell us,” Elle advised Malfoy. “You don’t want to make Harry go ballistic; it isn’t pretty. He’s like the Hulk. Don’t you remember when I turned his dormitory pink once? He practically turned green and ripped his shirt off…”

Harry closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Malfoy took a deep breath.

“Fine,” he said. “Since you’re so fond of flashbacks, I’ll tell you how we got involved…”

The pub that night was loud and packed- just the way Draco liked it. The dense humidity that filled the Florida night air had driven most of the crowds indoors, and now bodies were packed into every corner of the bar like sardines. Lately Draco had been frequenting quiet, out-of-the-way joints…places where he could nurse a beer and think in peace…but tonight he craved the anonymity of the lively inn.

Draco sauntered up to the muggle bartender and slammed down a few dollar bills. If only his father could see where he was right now…if only he could see his son mingling among this muggle filth…he would be rolling in his grave…

“I’ll have a vodka tonic,” Draco ordered. The bartender handed him his glass, and Draco knocked the liquor down his throat, traipsing over to the wall on the far side of the room. Usually he preferred the burning taste of firewhisky, but this would certainly do for tonight. After living in America for several years, seeking refuge from his past life and all the horrors that had come with it, he found himself becoming increasingly suited to muggle tastes.

And Florida had certainly been an excellent choice. Over the years he had apparated to many different states, never spending more than a few months in one place. He had been everywhere and seen everything; the sequins and feathers adorning the Las Vegas showgirls, the speeding cars zooming through the streets of New York City at all hours of the night, the majestic mountains rising up into the Colorado sky that reminded him so strongly of the caves where he had once tracked down a band of giants…

But Florida held a different sort of intrigue. The constant heat felt glorious after all those years in the cold, rainy climate of London, to be sure. But it wasn’t just the heat that captivated him…it was the women. The ladies here seemed to dress in nothing but shorts and bikinis, as if they had stepped right off the beach. Their hair hung long against their bare backs and their silky, oily legs seemed to go on for miles. It was enough to make Draco want to snap his wand in half and live the rest of his life as a muggle. It was almost enough to make him forget about Ginny.

Draco finished his drink and made his way back to the bar, winking rakishly at several girls on the way. One particularly pretty brunette smiled at him coquettishly and ran a hand through her hair. Just like all the others, she was dressed in nothing but a pair of dark denim shorts and a light blue string bikini. Oh yeah- Draco could definitely get used to this.

A seat opened at the bar and Draco slid into it, fishing some more muggle money out of his pocket. This time he ordered tequila, and after receiving his second drink of the night, raised the glass delicately to his lips.

“Enjoying yourself?” came a voice whispering softly into his ear.

Draco, expecting it to be the brunette he had been eyeing, lowered the glass and turned around. He immediately choked and spewed tequila all over the counter.

Disgruntled exclamations rang out, and soon the barstools surrounding him emptied. Bellatrix’s eyes gleamed as she sat delicately into the vacated seat right beside him.

“Hello Draco,” she purred. “Missed me?”

“Aunt Bella!” Draco exclaimed, already feeling lightheaded. He slammed his glass down and swung an arm around her shoulder. “Broke out of Azkaban again, have you? My, my, it’s been ages…sit, sit…let me buy you a drink…”

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes. “You are a disgrace,” she hissed. “Look at you. Mingling among this…this waste…besmirching the Malfoy name…if only your dear mother knew…”

Draco raised his eyebrows. “I’m a disgrace?” he asked in disbelief. “Look at you! You’re a wreck! Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

It was true- the years had not been kind to Bellatrix Lestrange. After years of being on the run from the Ministry, and numerous stints in prison, her legendary looks had finally vanished. Dark circles had formed under her heavily lidded eyes, and her teeth had been permanently stained yellow. Her long, wild hair was a tangled mess, and her clothes were torn and tattered.

“We could rise again,” Bellatrix murmured to Draco. “We could become what we once were. With your help…”

“Oh please,” Malfoy spat. “You think killing Potter or his precious little daughter is going to solve all your problems? It’s not going to bring back your looks, or your fortune, or…or you-know-who…”

Bellatrix’s eyes gleamed red. “It is our duty to avenge him,” she insisted. “Even though you turned traitor, you still have a loyalty to your family.”

“What family?” Draco asked, downing the rest of his tequila and ordering another one. “Eleven years ago you locked me in a dungeon and tried to kill me. Is that what family does nowadays?”

Bellatrix tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I had to knock some sense into you somehow,” she said simply, without a hint of remorse. “But I can make it up to you…I can give you back your fortune…”

“Oh, so you stole that as well?” Draco sneered. “Should’ve known. Oh well. I’ve learnt to put the past behind me. Why don’t you just admit the real reason you’re here?”

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes. “I’m here because I need your help.”

“You’re here because I’m the only one left. Potter and his bloody Aurors have gotten rid of everyone else. The only one they haven’t captured yet is you.”

Bellatrix stood up.

“I’m here because the girl trusts you. I’m here because you’re the one thing that’s bound to drive Potter and his wife apart. And I’m here because without me, you have nothing.”

Draco narrowed his eyes, regretting the fact that he wasn’t yet drunk enough to deal with this. Bellatrix smiled cruelly.

“Face it, Draco- you have no friends, and no money. That blood traitor Weasley, who you cared so much for, is married now- to another man.”

Bellatrix watched Draco’s reaction closely, but he seemed to be momentarily stupefied.

“I can change all that,” Bellatrix said softly. “Help me, and I’ll make you a man again. You can have your mansion, you can have your riches, and you can have your reputation.” She smacked her lips, and her eyes flashed. “Just give me my revenge.”

Draco sighed. “I can’t do this here,” he muttered, pushing back the stool. “Let’s go back to my hotel, we’ll talk it over.”

Bellatrix beamed. “Excellent,” she breathed. “I knew you’d come to your senses eventually. You always were my favorite nephew.”

“Save it,” Draco said, glaring at her. He scanned the room for the brunette, but she was nowhere to be found. He couldn’t help feeling that Bellatrix had ruined what could have been a perfectly splendid evening. “How did you find me here anyway?”

Bellatrix snickered. “I have my ways.” She cast an appraising eye around the room. “And besides, your mother always said you had a fondness for women in insufficient attire…”

Draco turned to leave, but then paused.

“Alright,” he said. “But before we leave, I think I’ll take a few more drinks to go.”


Elle and Harry exchanged looks as Malfoy finished his anecdote.

“So,” Elle said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Because you were drunk, you promised Bellatrix that you’d help kill us?”

“But this doesn’t make sense,” Harry added. “Why couldn’t you just alert the Ministry, or escape from her, after you sobered up?”

“Yeah,” said Elle. “Do you really think your life will be better after we’re dead?”

“No,” Malfoy insisted, shaking his head. “I knew she was full of it, I know she can never give me back the life I once had…not that I even want it anymore in the first place…”

Elle sighed. “So then why go through with it?” she asked breathlessly.

Malfoy looked her in the eye, and straightened up. His face suddenly seemed extremely pale.

“Because she not only persuaded me,” he explained. “She took it a step further, and waited until I was fully intoxicated to take advantage of me.”

Harry didn’t like where this was headed. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Malfoy swallowed.

“She made me make the Unbreakable Vow,” he said softly. “In my drunken state, I vowed to do my very best to drive you two apart. I vowed to convince your daughter to try to kill you two herself. And if all else failed, I vowed to assist Bellatrix in her quest for revenge.” He took a deep breath. “In addition to all of this, I vowed to kill a random muggle in order to prove my loyalty to her.”

Elle stole a glance at Harry, stunned by this new piece of information. Harry shook his head.

“And if you don’t succeed…” Harry said, trying to make sense of Malfoy’s story. “If you break the Unbreakable Vow by helping us live…”

Malfoy nodded. “Then I die,” he finished.

Silence fell among the three of them. Then, before another word could be spoken, one of the many fireplaces lining the wall suddenly burst into life, and the flames turned green.

Harry and Elle spun around with their wands raised, ready to attack at a moment’s notice. But then a young girl stepped out of the flames, a slender girl with long, shiny black hair, and Elle dropped her wand.

“Calla!” she cried out in relief, running towards her daughter. She threw her arms around her, squeezing her tightly. “Oh thank god, you’re alright!”

Calla hugged her mother back. “Of course I’m alright, why wouldn’t I be?” She let go of Elle and drew back, staring at her mother and father, and shooting a confused glance towards Malfoy. “Are you alright?” she asked. “I had the strangest dream that you guys were still here…and that you were in danger…”

Harry rushed to his daughter’s side as well. “You were right,” he told her, bending down and putting a hand on her shoulder. “We are in danger, and so are you.”

Malfoy nodded. “That’s right,” he said hastily. “Bellatrix could awaken any moment, now we’ve got to move!”

Calla looked at her parents with wide eyes. “What’s going on?” she asked shakily.

Elle put an arm around Calla comfortingly. “It’s okay,” she said to her quietly. “I’ll explain everything in a minute, okay? As soon as we find a safe place to go.” She glanced at Harry, and then at Malfoy. “Are…are you coming with us?”

Malfoy hesitated, and then nodded once more. “Yes,” he said. “I’ll help you.”

Harry had no time to ponder what the implications of this meant. His main concern right now was keeping his daughter and his ex-wife out of harm’s way, no matter how much animosity he still held towards Elle. But just as he was about to suggest heading up to Auror Headquarters, another pair of footsteps sounded out behind him. But this time, they came not from the deserted hallway leading down to the courtrooms, but from the direction of the golden lifts.

“And what exactly is going on here?”

Harry didn’t need Malfoy’s glare, or Elle’s groan, to tell him who it was. For he recognized that voice immediately, and as he turned around, his suspicions proved correct.

It was Parvati Patil, secretary for the Minister of Magic.

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Author’s Note:
Sorry for the wait! This chapter’s only, what, four years in the making? After a very long hiatus I hope to continue this story and finish it. Please enjoy reading, and if you have time, please review! I’d love to hear thoughts on this long overdue chapter!!

Also, as a side note, most of my inspiration for story plots come from music. My inspiration for this chapter (Draco’s flashback in particular) came from the song “Burn it to the Ground” by Nickelback. Inspiration for this story in general comes from the song “Coming to Terms” by Carolina Liar. I think the lyrics and tone for each of those songs provides a good background for this story, and helps me to visualize things more easily.

LoveSpell


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