All I own is Heather
"Draco what are we going to do?" The blonde haired boy standing near her opened his moth to answer her before slapping a hand over her mouth and pulling against the wall, holding her in front of him. He suppressed a groan as he did so, partly because he had hit his bruised back on the wall and partly because having her against him like this was stirring things that didn't need to be stirred at this time. When he felt her giggling against his hand he used his mind link with her to try and subdue her. "Do you have no idea of the seriousness of this situation? One sound and we're dead, and you giggling is a sound!" His aggravation came through clearly in the sound of his mental voice. "Well it's not my fault I'm giggling, you should try and keep a handle on your emotions, or better yet, get us out of here and I'll do it." She was trying to be serious but couldn't quite manage, she had a feeling that if she didn't laugh at this she'd go mad, and this definitely wasn't the time or the place for that. She was about to start speaking to him again when he pulled her up tighter against him and they heard two pairs of footsteps going past. Looking at her she nodded and flicked out her hands toward the Death Eaters going past, they froze in mid-step and the two teenagers hurried out into the hallway and grabbed a Death Eater each and hauled them back into their little alcove. Draco stared at his girlfriend as she started to strip off the Death Eaters; steam was practically coming out of his ears when she blatantly started to check out their bodies. "Hmm, not bad" she said as she got stripped the second one down to his boxers. Turning round with robes and masks bundled in her arms she smirked a distinctly Malfoy smirk. "Not jealous are you babe, you know you're the only one for me, right." Her last words were spoken against his lips, her breath ghosting over them, the gorgeous body he craved pressed up against him, the robes she had stolen from the frozen figures behind them discarded onto a protruding piece of rock. Throwing discretion to the winds, forgetting everything except the gorgeous girl in front of him he lowered his head and pulled her into a savage kiss with both parties vying for dominance. Slamming her up against a wall things were getting heated when they were distracted by the sound of another set of footsteps coming their way. Hurriedly they pulled the on the masks and robes over their clothes and stepped into the corridor and started moving purposefully towards their destination.
After a few minutes and a few near heart attacks they reached a stout wooden door in the dungeons. Whispering a spell the door swung open and the two walked into a dungeon occupied by a battered and bruised Severus Snape. "What the hell took you two so long?" He attempted to snarl, however the effect was spoiled by the hacking cough that erupted from his chest after he spoke. Heather blanched and moved swiftly to his side at the sight of blood coming out of his mouth. While Draco worked on freeing his godfather from the chains and spells binding him his girlfriend healed the minor injuries and started an accelerated healing process on the major ones, that being all she could risk without the surge of positive, healing energy alerting the Death eaters that they were in their base.
With a loud clank the heavy chains fell to the cell, causing the teenagers to look up warily in case the noise had been heard and Severus to moan pitifully at the pain the noise caused his aching head. When they were satisfied that no one was coming they set to work getting Severus ready to travel, standing his up, with his weight mainly on Draco he made a pathetic, bedraggled figure who continually winced in pain. Standing in front of the two of them Heather breathed in and opened her senses to the ghost roads.
The ghost roads were the paths travelled by restless spirits, cursed souls or souls with unfinished business. There were a myriad of reasons for the ghosts to travel these roads but only a few mortals could do so, and the ghost would let on even fewer travel with their permission. As far as they knew Heather was the only one the ghosts would allow, and had been for the last hundred years. Voldemort could travel the roads but not without facing a lot of opposition from the ghosts.
Silently a crackling silver slit appeared in mid-air directly in front of Heather, slowly it widened and a dozen insubstantial hands flowed their fingers around their fingers around the edges in an effort to speed up the opening of the doorway. When it was wide enough for the three of them to step through side-by-side it stopped growing and stayed still. Swiftly Heather moved next to her third honorary uncle and gently put his arm around her shoulders as he started to sway again. They stepped forwards and went through the portal and it closed silently behind them.
The ghost roads were coloured in various shades of grey, flimsy spectres walked by them, reaching out and stroking their hair and arms. Draco looked around apprehensively, no matter how many times Heather brought him here, and the knowledge that he wouldn't be hurt as long as he was with her, he was still nervous. Heather walked along, absently waving to or stroking the ghosts that passed by her, she knew how they craved physical contact and she always tried to provide them with it if she could.
After what felt like an hour they emerged from another slit in space into the cluttered office of Albus Dumbledore. Gently they lowered their battered cargo onto an armchair and left him to be fussed over by Madam Pomfrey and his two lovers, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. Yawning Heather allowed herself to been pulled into Draco's protective embrace, curling up in his lap as they sat on another arm chair they watched as Snape returned to normal.
As everyone was talking Heather tuned out and lifted her hand to her forehead and massaged it, grazing her fingers over the crescent moon scar. Looking down at her Draco kissed her temple and softly asked if she was all right, trying not to disturb anyone else in the room. "I don't know, my head is killing me, it feels as though I'm still walking the roads." Her face was contorted in pain, for the next few minutes she clamped down on the pain, but then everyone turned to her as a scream of pain ripped from her throat. She fell on the floor and started convulsing, the pain was intense and a wall erected itself around her and no one could get through. Draco was the only one who could touch her as he had been inside the wall when it appeared. He crouched down beside her and tried to stop her convulsing, tears were streaming down his cheeks as he tried to help his girlfriend. He never noticed the transition from the Headmaster's office to a skewed version of the ghost roads to a dark dungeon where the wall lost its strength and collapsed in on itself. All he could hear, all he could see was his girlfriend and the tortured screams coming from her, screams that would haunt him for the rest of his life. He noticed that they seemed to be getting a little quiter and filled with less pain which was when he noticed the change of scenery in his periphery vision. Crouching over her he cast every healing spell he knew and even sent some of his own life energy to her. Sharing his love and life with her through their bond. After about ten minutes of the screams decreasing in pain levels and volume they finally stopped completely and he gathered Heather into his lap and rocked her gently, kissing her forehead and murmuring soothing words to her while simultaneously surveying his surroundings and the crowd of people looking at them.
He took a double take when he recognised what seemed to be the dungeons potion classroom, Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey, Ron Weasley, 'Mione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle, at least they looked like it, but they weren't. He didn't know how he knew that. But the real clue that all wasn't right with the world was the sight of himself standing opposite him, and a male version of Heather.
Clearing his throat and swallowing a few times before he could speak he ignored asking questions about where he was, those could wait. "Madam Pomfrey, could you please have a look at Heather, she's stopped screaming but I'm not very good at healing spells and, and..." he couldn't carry on over the lump in his throat and the tears coursing down his cheeks. He shoved the man who looked like Snape out of the way when he tried to stop him following Pomfrey to the Hospital Wing; Heather was most important thing at this moment.
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