The tremor and loud noise that followed the wave of magic notified the occupants of the Malfoy Manor that the source of the magic came from the West wing.
Were they being attacked? This was the question everyone immediately thought of.
Numerous Death Eaters apparated to the area ready for battle. However, they were only met by a large gaping hole that extends from the second floor down to the dungeons.
There were no signs of the perpetrators who could have caused it.
It baffled the Death Eaters. Who could have done it? What spell could have caused such damage?
Nobody thought of the boy they've locked up for months in the dungeon beneath the West wing.
Nobody thought if he was even alive. Why should they? He is only a prisoner to be toyed and tortured with.
Nobody suspected the possibility that the boy could have caused the big gaping hole on the Manor. Why should they? He was weak and dying from untreated injuries and depleted magic.
After the shock had worn off they investigated the premises. Still on high alert, they grasped their tightly, ready for any surprise attacks. But none came.
They've discerned that the point of impact was in the dungeon where residual magic was left and the trajectory of the debris was upward and out unto the gardens.
Only then did they thought of their prisoner. He was nowhere to be seen. Possibly buried in the rubble, finally dead.
All these were reported back to Voldemort adding to his perpetual foul mood. He ordered that the West wing be cleared of rubble and repaired.
Only when no large hole mar the beautiful manor, no speck of dust or rubble litter the rooms, and the dungeon back to its dark and sinister self did they finally notice that the last Malfoy was truly nowhere to be seen.
Among the dried blood, cuffs, chains, paddle, whips, and knives that occupy the room supposedly holding Draco Malfoy from the rest of the world were black feathers. It did not belong in that room of torture and were promptly brought before their Lord.
Voldemort only looked at the feathers disdainfully. They looked like any avian creatures feather, soft and smooth, at least the part not covered by crusted blood. Perhaps the boy was eaten by this mysterious feathery creature. There was no way that he could have been rescued. For who would rescue the boy that caused the downfall of Hogwarts and the death of the wizarding worlds beloved Dumbledore? No. That could not be it. Even if the boy was indeed rescued from these walls he already has one foot inside death's door. He was dying. It was astounding for him to have survived this long but his injuries are too extensive and his magic depleted to the point that it could bairly sustain the boys life amidst the torture.
The Malfoy brat is definitely no cause for worry. It is only unfortunate that they lost their toy but no matter, toys are replaceable.