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Chapter 24 : To Run, Or Not To Run
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“Bathroom, again,” He whispered to his mum and she nodded, but Narcissa knew by the look on his face where he was really going.
“Be careful Draco, come back after you warn them,” She whispered to where no one, not even Lucius beside her on her right could hear her.
He stood up and walked very slowly to the door, “Malfoy, where are you off to?” Yaxley sneered at him; he was sitting across from him.
“Bathroom Yaxley, sick.” Yaxley nodded and Draco broke into a fake run to the bathroom. But he really closed himself up in a large closet and apparated. It being near the drawing room, he didn’t care if anyone heard him, as long as he got out of there.
His heart was beating fast, and he held back tears as he walked up to the Potter’s door.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
He knocked hard, and to his relief, Harry Potter opened it.
“Malfoy, what the?”
“They’re b-back!” Draco said loudly, trembling.
Draco was sweating, he had a bruise on his neck where his father had squeezed him, and he was breathing hard, sweat dripping, and his color was out of his face.
“Draco come lay down!” Harry said, worried that he was just mad.
Draco shook his head, and then felt sick again, he turned around and vomited on the lawn.
“Malfoy, come on, come inside!” Harry said, getting a little more desperate as to what has Malfoy in this condition.
There was no time. He had to get them out of here; they were going to start searching for Harry. Tonight.
Hermione ran in the room, hearing Harry say Draco’s name.
“Draco where the hell have you… oh my God! What has happened to you!?” Hermione raced to Draco’s side, bringing his body to the couch to lie down.
He accepted, hesitantly. He needed to tell them everything that’s happened. Harry brought him a glass of ice water. Draco sat up and drank it as Hermione supported him.
“Long day… I have so much to tell y-you…” Draco said in a whisper, “But there’s no time! We need to go somewhere safe, NOW!”
Ginny, who was in bed raced out in the living room, “Why do we have to leave? What’s going on, Harry?!”
Harry looked at Draco’s face, “Is it what I think it is?”
Draco nodded, “All of them. Back. I will explain later, we have to go!” Draco said urgently.
Ginny ran to get James and Hermione just gaped at Draco in horror.
“They hurt you,” Hermione said, tears coming to her eyes as examined her boyfriend, “They know about us.”
“No, no, father hurt me.” Draco said, shaking his head.
Hermione cast a spell to heal Draco’s bruises.
“We’re in danger again; the Death Eaters are back…They’re going to hurt us.” Hermione said, crying, holding her baby belly now.
“I won’t let them,” Draco said, grabbing her hand which was like his, now shaking.
Harry was silent this whole time, he called Ron and let him know to meet them at the Burrow and called Molly to have her start protecting charms around the whole burrow like they did to hide in the seventh year.
After everything was done… Harry said, “Let’s go.”
They couldn’t risk going in the Ford Anglia, the Death Eaters could probably track that in an instant. So they decided to apparate. Draco held Hermione tight as he grabbed Harry’s arm with his other, who was clutching onto his wife and son.
James was screaming when they landed, he had never apparated before. Ginny comforted him with a soothing voice. The lot walked into the house where Ron, Arthur, George, Angelina, and Mrs. Weasley sat in the living room.
“Hi you all please come in!” Molly said, not cheerfully but relieved they were there.
Arthur looked at Draco, “I assume you have information?”
Draco swallowed hard as he sat down next to Hermione on one of their three loveseats.
“Arthur he looks terrible, let the poor boy breathe first!” Mrs. Weasley said.
Ron just glared at Malfoy, George and Angelina just watched silently.
“No, Mrs. Weasley, I am fine now,” Draco said frowning up at her, “I will tell you all I know.”
Draco breathed for a few minutes, trying to figure out how to word what he was going to say.
“I went back home tonight because I was leaving Hermione,” Draco started. He felt Hermione move away from him with a glare.
“Why?” She wondered.
Draco didn’t answer but just kept speaking, knowing his explaining would answer, “I was leaving her because Dean Thomas came into my lunch break telling me he saw Hermione and Ron kissing one night when he visited Ginny and Harry’s and that they were referring the baby as to their baby, when I was under the impression that the baby was mine and Hermione’s-”
“She is ours!” Hermione said, staring at Ron for a moment with a deathly glare before Draco continued.
“And I believed him, he is a good mate of mine at work and I didn’t think he’d lie to me. Well as he went back into his office, I saw a brown-headed man quickly leaving the Department. I later found out it was Dolohov and he was trying to get me to leave Hermione by making Dean do this under the Imperius Curse-” Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Hermione gasped.
“Anyway. I went home because I was leaving Hermione because I was under the impression she was cheating on me with Ron and that this baby being mine was all a big lie because she was hacked off at Ron for cheating on her. When I got there, a guard warned me to not go in. He said, “Their back.” I knew what he meant by that, but being curious I went in anyway and my Father met me and slapped me for seeing Hermione, then the meeting started-” Draco took a deep breath, “and they appointed a new leader for the Death Eater’s in Voldemort’s place. They chose Dolohov. Dolohov started the meeting, and the meeting was about… Harry…”
Everyone turned to Harry in horror.
“Not again!” Ginny said, tears coming to her eyes now.
“Yes, Ginny unfortunately we knew this would happen...” Harry said, hugging her to him as she hugged her crying baby.
Draco, feeling queasy still continued, “So they are on a mission starting tonight to come and find Potter, and kill him to revenge the Dark Lord. It will be like the past all over again, except with a weaker ruler, Dolohov.”
Harry did not look fearful; he just looked kind of hacked off, “How did they escape?” Draco shook his head, frowning, “Dolohov killed Seamus while he was on the job by strangling him and stealing his wand, I guess he was near enough to the cell that he could do that…”
“Seamus Finnigan?” Hermione asked in shock.
“Yes, Seamus Finnigan,” Draco repeated.
“Damnit!” Harry yelled, standing up, “He was a good guy! He only just started being an Auror last week! He just got through with training!”
The group grieved for Seamus.
“You know Harry that they don’t care what he is or where he works, they just kill, they were wanting to get out and they did; at least you know how they did it now!” Arthur said as Harry sat next to Ginny again.
Harry shook his head in grief. Hermione looked silently at Draco.
“There’s more-” Draco looked at them all and held out his left arm, the Dark Mark was starting to grow again, it wasn’t just a scar anymore, and it was almost to its original size.
“NO!” Hermione said, crying now sitting distant from him now.
“I will be your spy. I have to pretend that I am apart of them to see what’s going on, but only for a little bit, until around the time the baby’s due. Hopefully we can have them rounded up by then; there are only twenty or so of them!” Draco said as Harry nodded.
“Thanks Draco,” Harry said.
“I knew you were still a Death Eater!” Ron said, disgusted by seeing his Dark Mark again.
“No Ron, he isn’t he is doing us a favor!” Mrs. Weasley said.
“Are you sure we can trust you?” Arthur asked him with a serious face, eyeing him.
Draco looked at Hermione and her baby bump, putting a hand on it.
“I have a family to protect; I am on your side. I will even do the Unbreakable Vow.” The girls gasped, Ron was even impressed. “Blimey,” Ron said his eyes wide.
“No, not needed Malfoy, we trust you,” Harry said to him.
Arthur, Mrs. Weasley, George, and the rest of them nodded in agreement.
Malfoy felt good, he had people that trusted him to do something good. Not bad like for example, killing the best Headmaster Hogwarts ever had like he had to do back when he was a part of them for real in his sixth year when he just started.
Eventually everyone was going to bed; Harry and Ron had A LOT to do the next day. Everyone went to bed except Hermione, she wanted to talk. Ron hung around awhile but when he realized they wouldn’t talk in front of him, he finally went to bed. Draco looked Hermione in the eyes, and kissed her. He kissed her passionately, like the first time in the Potter house.
“I love you,” She whispered. “I love you too, more than anything,” Draco said, kissing her forehead and putting a hand on her stomach.
He could feel a slight movement of kicking. “And I love Savanna,” Draco said, smiling proudly.
“Are we going to be okay?” Hermione asked, worried.
“Yes…” Draco whispered.
“Are you?” Hermione asked, frowning, “I don’t know Hermione.”
Hermione put her head on Draco’s shoulder.
“I think you will be, just don’t let them catch you. Don’t tell them this is your baby, please.” Hermione pleaded, “It would only put her in danger, and you, and me.”
“I know it would. I already lied and said it was Ron’s, although I didn’t want to,” Draco told her, not even wanting to think about having to tell anyone it was Ron’s baby again.
“Well, that was good of you to protect all of us and agree to spy on us even though you will be going against your own family,” Hermione said, sad for him.
“My mum is on my side, she knew I was coming to warn you,” Draco reassured her.
“Good,” Hermione whispered, she was falling asleep.
“Hermione, you need to go to bed. And I have to go back before I get killed,” Draco said, giving her one last kiss on the forehead and helping her stand up off of the couch.
She obeyed and sleepily walked up the stairs with Draco. Draco brought her into Ginny’s old room and helped her get into her pajamas before tucking her in bed and kissing her.
“I will visit, I promise. It isn’t too long I will be away. Keep Weasleby’s hands off of you, please,” Draco said to her.
“Don’t worry, I will, I would never cheat on you Draco, don’t think that for a second,” Hermione said.
“Good. Same here, bye Hermione. See you when I see you.”
Then Draco left her side and went downstairs to apparate back to Malfoy Manor. He apparated into the bathroom he was supposed to be in and walked out of it. The drawing room was empty now. Only the house elves remained to clean it up after them.
It was nearing dawn; Draco could see a tint of light blue in the east from a huge window in the entrance hall.
“Draco, you had me worried, are you okay?” Narcissa asked, she came down the stairs in her night robe.
“Yes mum, fine,” Draco reassured her.
“I’m so so sorry this is all happened again…” Narcissa said, and she truly was sorry.
“I knew it would eventually,” Draco sighed, “I am going to be with you guys mum, but I WILL NOT kill anyone.”
“Son, I am sorry for beating on you tonight, but you being with that filthy mudblood, you deserved it!” Lucius’ voice drawled now from the stairs.
Draco didn’t answer him, “Mum I am tired, I am going to bed. Goodnight.” Then Draco went upstairs to his fifth floor bedroom, he had missed his big bed. But he missed Hermione more.
He woke up later in the day, at around two. He could hear voices downstairs and scowled, he knew that they were back for yet another report. Of course his father opened the home for the wonderful guests once again as their headquarters. Draco wished his father was back in Azkaban.
After texting Hermione a hello message then deleting it, he got up to get dressed in his old black Death Eater robes. He grinned when he saw she texted him back almost right away, but got a little sad when he realized this is how it would be for a while with his new found love with a muggle-born, they would only be able to communicate by text, and even that was risky.
Yaxley and his father were deep in conversation when Draco got near the stairs, he held back to listen.
“If your son is frisking around with that worthless piece of dirt, he should be banned or killed. He is a blood traitor if what I have been hearing is true. I will not accept a blood traitor in the same room as myself. I value myself as much. I don’t care if he is your son; find out what he is involved in. Maybe we can use him to get to Potter,” Yaxley sneered coldly, looking up at Lucius with wide eyes. Like Hell! Thought Draco, he was not their puppet anymore.
“I can assure you my son is in no such group of friends, he would never touch Granger or associate with Potter, you know what my son is capable of!” Lucius said.
“That’s not what I heard, Malfoy! And your son is just a coward, if you remember three years ago how Severus had to kill Dumbledore when it was Draco’s job from the Dark Lord himself!” Sneered Dolohov, walking to meet the two men.
“In fact your son announced to us just the opposite of that when we came to interrogate him about the bushy haired girl! I say let him stay, and watch him closely! His every move!” Dolohov said, eyeing Lucius.
“My son is no coward, Snape simply took over his task, he felt the need for attention, and watch him if you must but you won’t find a thing,” Lucius tried to convince the two Death Eaters.
Draco felt this was the time to intervene, “Good day, Yaxley, Dolohov, and Father.” Draco then walked down the five flights of stares as the men stared at him.
“Draco, get in the drawing room at once,” Lucius said to him, pushing him with force toward the entrance.
Draco obeyed thinking of how well he can hide his relationship with Hermione, his child, and wondering how he can pull this spy thing off. He had to be as convincing as possible. He had to act involved with the Death Eaters, dress like them again, do tasks they ask him to, do the worst all while leading them as far from Hermione and the rest of the Potter clan as possible. Draco hated this, but he had to do this to protect whom he cared about. And he did not care about his father. That was one thing that was certain.
The drawing room was filled with everyone who was here the day before.
“Hello Draco,” Rodolphus said to him, taking a seat near Narcissa.
Draco nodded back and stared at the table in front of him which contained lunch, not quite sure what the Carrows brought for them to eat this time, he ate. They always brought the food for the gatherings, most of the time the food was not very good.
Soon Lucius, Yaxley and Dolohov took their places as well. Dolohov sat at the end of the table and cleared his throat. Everyone turned to face him. “Harry Potter was nowhere to be found last night. We looked at his old headquarters Number 12 Grimauld Place; we looked in the forests around here. So we simply just need to keep looking. He is reported as Head of Auror Department but with the heavy security at the Ministry as I saw the other day…” he glared at Draco, “I don’t think we can approach him there, but we can try waiting for him to leave work. We need to try everything.”
Draco rolled his eyes. He knew they had no way of finding them with all the protection they had in place now.
“Something to say Draco?” Yaxley drawled from across him.
“N-no, nothing at all,” Draco said, looking at him with cold eyes.
“Obviously there is something or you wouldn’t have rolled your eyes. Do you know something?” Yaxley asked, as the other Death Eaters started staring.
“No. I know nothing, last thing I heard Potter and his friends were out of the country, not sure where or what they are doing,” Draco lied.
“Lies…” Dolohov breathed, suddenly standing behind him.
“No Dolohov, I am telling the truth,” Draco sneered, looking up at Dolohov.
“If you say so young Malfoy, do not forget the time we met you in here in that evening and what you announced to us… Now, what is everyone’s next strategy on the Potter boy?” Dolohov asked, now circling the table.
“We track him!” Yaxley said suddenly, “We try everything we did when the Dark Lord was present!” There were many nods.
“Great Yaxley, you are one of the most loyal people I shall answer to,” Dolohov said smiling at him.
“DO NOT speak like he did Dolohov!” Yelled Amycus Carrow, “You can’t simply copy him, he was perfect, and you can never amount to how he was!”
“I know this Carrow, thank you!” Dolohov sneered, “But I can do my best.”
Draco hated being here…
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