"Hurry!" the ex-Quidditch captain yelled. The five ran faster into the master bedroom, Blaise slipping when a splinter caught his foot. Pansy reached the door first, barely missing the doorframe as she screamed past her saviors. Narcissa flew in behind her, Millicent and Blaise trailing close behind. Draco stopped just outside, casting a protective barrier around the door.

"Up the stairs, quickly!" Narcissa called, picking up her skirt. Millicent stayed close behind her,

"Get in!" Marcus yelled, shoving the blonde inside. No sooner did Draco regain balance was he pulled into a tight embrace, his mother petting the back of his head.

"My baby, my sweet darling, what have they done to you?" she squealed, hands gripping the sides of his face, thumb unknowingly pressing hard on Draco's zombie-like skin. He winced.

"Mother, that hurts." Draco said quietly, voice shaking from lack of breath. Narcissa gasped, face paling.

"We have to move quick," Marcus interrupted. "The charms on the door won't hold with the curses they'll start throwing at it." Pansy pointed toward the balcony window overlooking the gardens.

"We could jump. It's only two stories, and if someone with a wand goes first, they could float us down." she said, walking quickly toward the white door. She opened it, a gust of warm August air filling the room. Draco breathed in deeply, a small smile pulling at his lips.

"It could work. We have brooms waiting at the bottom of a tree about a mile in. We could run there and fly to Grimmauld Place." Narcissa said calmly, still holding her son tight.

"Grimamuld Place? Where is that?" Blaise asked.

"In London, a small Muggle area. We could hide there. It is where I was raised," Narcissa replied. "But I will warn you, the chances of us being the only ones there are slim. It is my understanding my brother passed it down to Harry Potter."

"Sirius Black? He's related to Potter?" Draco asked, his voice muffled in his mother's ample bosom. Narcissa shook her head, the bangs of magic starting on the door. She shoved an object against Draco's chest, the blonde looking down.

His wand.

The group jumped as Draco pointed his wand at the door, casting more shield charms, only for them to shatter an instant later. Marcus stood in a fighting position, ready for the inevitable attack. Narcissa grabbed her son's hand, racing for the balcony window.

"Jump! All of you!" she yelled, pushing Draco over the edge. The blonde barely had time to breathe before he hit the ground, his back smacking on hard concrete. He heaved, rolling onto his side in pain. He saw stars, unaware of his surroundings. Footsteps landed around him, hands grabbing his shoulders, tugging his backward. They were small hands, then sudden large ones, lifting him off his feet.

"Blaise?" he said, his throat hurting from lack of breath.

"Stay with me, Draco!" A smack echoed in the garden. The blonde looked over his friend's shoulder, eyes focusing on the balcony. Grey eyes met black. Draco screamed.

Narcissa was on the ground, her head cracked open and oozing blood, billowing into a crimson puddle. Lucius Malfoy was leaned over the balcony, his true wand pointed at the woman, a smile on his face. Bellatrix appeared from behind, Marcus slung over her shoulder. She cackled, tossing his dead body over the edge. Her eyes connected with Draco's as the man fell to the ground like a rag doll. He landed with a smack, body curling into a bone-snapping fold on top of Narcissa.

"MOTHER!" Draco jumped from Blaise's arms, his feet unsteady on the earth. He pointed his newly reclaimed wand at the balcony, between his father's eyes. His teeth were bared, hatred boiling in his veins.

"Avada Kedavra!" he yelled, a stream of green firing forward like a bolt of lightning. Draco was pulled backward, his aim shifting to the left. Lucius ducked, his wand falling from his hand to the ground below. Draco jumped, picking up the wand from the ground. Bellatrix aimed her wand at Draco, sending her own curse his way, missing my millimeters.

"Let me go!" Draco yelled as more hands pulled him backward. His jaw was so tight it hurt, his hands in fists around the two wands. A leg twisted around his shin, making him fall onto one knee.

"He killed her! He killed my mother!"

Pansy ran in front of him, grabbing Draco's wand. She gripped Draco's shoulder, flicking it wildly. There was a tug at his navel, and Draco was spinning, his body feeling as if it was being forced through a tight straw. Someone was screaming, and Draco was sure it was himself. Not a second later did he feel ground again, falling down with a smack.

"No! I need to go back!" he yelled, Blaise, tackling him to the ground when the blonde tried to get back up. His back was poked by sticks, the world around them a dreary forest.

"If you do, you'll die," Millicent said with a shaky tone.

"I don't care! They killed my mother! Theodore! Marcus! I need to go back!"

"Draco, stop, calm down!" Blaise slammed the blonde'd shoulder's against the earth, his head snapping painfully. Blaise looked him in the eyes, sadness orbiting in his dark pupils.

"You aren't going to go back on some suicide mission. I won't let you. If you die along with them, what would we do?" he said sternly, a single tear falling down his face. Draco's jaw loosened, his breath starting to even out.

Draco looked around him, studying the area intently. Pansy was kneeling by a large tree, her face looking shocked at the ground, as if it was the most surprising thing in the universe. Millicent stood a few feet away, Draco tensing. The blanket had been ripped in two, barely enough to cover both her breasts and crotch. Draco shoved Blaise off of him, handing him his wand to reassure them he wouldn't go back to the manor. He unbuttoned his dress shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. He forced it in Millicent's direction.

"Use it." Millicent nodded, taking the shirt and turning around, handing Draco the tattered blanket. Draco threw it over his own shoulders, tying it around his neck.

"He's dead." Pansy whimpered. Blaise was by her side in an instant, holding her shoulders. "He's really dead."

Draco's chest tightened, his teeth biting down on his lip. He sealed his eyes shut, forcing the tears back. He needed to remain strong. He had three people relying on him now, outbursts of revenge, depression, and sadness will not be permitted.

Draco could feel the twigs stabbing into his feet, reminding him of his location.

"Where did you take us, Pansy?" Draco asked, knowing the girl had controlled the Apparition. She sniffed, looking over her shoulder.

"I don't know! All I could think of was a place to hide! Where we could be protected, do you really think it mattered where we landed as long as it wasn't there?" she yelled, her face pink and streaming tears.

Draco looked down at the dirt, falling to his knees. Millicent sat near by him, but not close enough to touch him. Pansy's tear-filled gasps echoed in the trees, making it harder for Draco to keep his composure. They sat in silence for what seemed like hours, Draco tempted to curl up in a ball and wait for death to call him. Millicent coughed.

"We should, um, make a memorial. For them, you know?" Draco looked a her as she wiped away tears. His shirt could reach down to her knees, covering her past nakedness. She looked relaxed, her shattered pride somewhat restored. "It seems unsettling not to at least have a makeshift service."

Draco nodded, returning his gaze to the ground. Two large sticks were a few feet away, the blonde reaching for them. He motioned toward Blaise for his wand, the other man tossing it his direction.

"Incarcerous." Draco muttered, his wand spamming a moment before ropes erupted from the end. They tried the two sticks together, a fairly sized cross now laying before him. He forced the longer twig into the ground, creating a mound of dirt to keep it in place. Blaise helped Pansy to her feet, helping her walk to the 'memorial'.

Draco draped the battered cloth over the makeshift cross, ignoring how his knuckles were bleeding. He stood back to his feet, his knees popping. Pansy gasped in surprise, Draco knowing what she was looking at. His back was scarred, mangled, torn, shredded, bruised, broken. The injuries crossed and circled, bright white words etched firmly in his skin by his aunt, never to be repaired.

'Blood Traitor'.

"Draco, don't you want to keep the blanket? To hide the..." Blaise trailed off, the blonde shaking his head. He grabbed his father's wand from his pocket, gazing at it with hate. This evil piece of magic had killed his mother. It took her beautiful soul away from her and forcing it to the after life. He teeth gridded against each other, cheeks starting to burn.

"No," he said in a growl, breaking the wand in two. A green spark emitted from the snapped area, the remnants of the last spell casted by the wand. He threw it on the ground next to the memorial, kicking dirt over it with his heel.

"What did you do that for? We could have used it!" Millicent exclaimed, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around with one hand.. He glared at her with blind anger, teeth bared.

"No one was going to use the wand that killed by mother." he explained, shoving Millicent of his shoulder. He softened at her scared face, trying to calm himself. "Besides, I have my own wand, and we all know I have the best skills with magic here."

"But, the blanket." Pansy said with a caring tone. "Surely you want to cover that up?" Draco shook his head, turning back to the cross. They stared in silence as the wind blew slowly, the trees humming a shuffle of leaves. Pansy had started to cry, her hands coming up to cover her mouth. Draco pointed his wand at the cross, tears welding in his eyes.

"Goodbye, Marcus Flint, Narcissa Malfoy, and Theodore Nott. The best Slytherin could offer."

The cross burst into flames, the flame a bright white color, the tips a dark forest green. Pansy was now wailing, Millicent sniffling. Blaise had a hand on Pansy's shoulder, trying to comfort her. Millicent fell into Draco's arms, the blonde willingly letting her fall. She screamed Theodore's name, birds nearby flocking away. Draco gripped her tight, pulling her into his chest.

"I swear to you," he spoke over the cries of sorrow. "I swear on my life, I will kill avenge them. I swear on my soul, in the front of God himself, I will avenge all three of them." Draco said in a chant, his breath shaking. Millicent's fingernails dug into his skin, leaving red marks behind. He didn't care. His thoughts were distracted by the dancing flame in front of him. Pansy ran over to where he was, wrapping her arms around him in a sad embrace. Blaise soon followed, his large arms covering all three of them. Draco closed his eyes, fighting back tears that threatened to fall.

"From now on, Draco Malfoy is a Blood Traitor."

"Malfoy?"

Pansy turned around, gasping and tumbling backward, Millicent grabbing her arms and forcing her behind her. Blaise placed himself in a fighting stance, hands in tight fists. Draco didn't blink, his arm snapping in the direction of the voice, the tip of his wand glowing an evil green. His movements stopped, his eyes going from slits to diner plates.

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley stood a few feet away, looks of surprise and wonder on their faces.