Save me.
The wind blew harshly making a young blond man's hair a mess as he ran against it trying to catch his breath, trying to catch his thoughts. The older man next to him held his arm tightly pulling.
"Can't we- stop- for-a- breather!" The blond boy exclaimed.
"NO!" snarled the older man holding onto his arm even tighter. They emerged into a small village, lights coming from each house, making the village truly beautiful, like one you'd see in a snow globe. It was warm and welcoming, a wanderer would be drawn to wonder the stone paved streets, peer into the windows to see wizarding families sit down and eat. The village was so peacefull and quiet No one was quite aware of the horror that had happened up at the castle. The blond boy gazed back at the towering castle, above it, the green dark mark shined brightly, an ugly omen for all to see. The mark he had sent into the air. The older man pulled him still and he shivered as one by one each light in the village went out. They halted down a dark corridor.
"What are we goi-"
"I'm taking you to your mother's house, Draco. I'm afraid we can't stay there long," the older man said cutting him off.
"But, Professor.Snape!" Draco cried but Snape ignored him grabbing his arm tightly once more and there was a loud crack as the two disappeared into the darkness.
"Cissa!"
Narcissa Malfoy looked up from the letter she was writing. The door slammed open and Bellatrix Lestrange entered wiping sweat from her brow, breathing heavily her long black hair tied back, not like it usually was which was down, and tangled.
"Bella what-"
"He did it! Draco that is. He got the Deatheaters into Hogwarts!" Bellatrix breathed her dark eyes sparkling. Narcissa stared and let out a laugh. "He's probably killing old Dumbledore as we speak!" Bellatrix cackled. Narcissa wiped happy tears away.
"He did it! There is no reason the dark lord should possibly get mad!" Narcissa said happily. Bellatrix took out a fire whiskey.
"Calls for a celebration!" she said. That's when Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy appeared with a loud crack. The sisters looked up.
"Draco!" cried Narcissa rapping her arms tightly around her son who was pale and shaking.
"The boy looks sick," Bellatrix said and she looked at Snape as if it was entirely his fault. "What happened?" Snape sighed and sat in a chair grabbing Bellatrix's fire whiskey. Narcissa was still hugging Draco as he struggled for breath.
"Well, Draco got the Deatheaters into Hogwarts. However, I had to kill Dumbledore," Snape said rubbing his temples. Bellatrix and Narcissa gawked.
"Well still, it's a job well done. Draco did what most thought he'd die trying to do, Deatheaters got in, and Dumbledore is pushing up daisies. Even if he didn't finish the job, the dark lord has little reason to be angry," Bellatrix said.
"Except for the fact he wants Lucius to suffer." Snape yelled slamming the fire whiskey on the table making them all jump and the table rattle. He stood up and started to pace. "No, right now, he can't find a reason to kill Draco, but he won't give up. He'll be waiting for Draco to screw up. Or, he might actually see value in Draco, and go for Narcissa instead! With Narcissa it'd make both Draco and Lucius suffer, the dark lord could use her to make Draco do whatever he wanted," Severus said gravely. Draco swallowed hard.
"What about Draco, does the ministry know?" Narcissa asked gravely finally releasing Draco biting her lip as Draco sucked in air relieved to have it back.
"Potter knows, which is as good as saying the Ministry knows," Snape said paceing. Narcissa's eyes filled up with tears.
"Than, Draco's wanted! They will arrest him and take him to Azkaban if they find him! Severus please you can't let that happen!" Narcissa cried grabbing Severus's hand looking into black eyes.
"I won't."He said soothingly. Bellatrix glared at Snape with mistrust and Draco looked like he was going to be sick. Instead of pale, he was slightly green.
"I know a well hidden and safe place for him," said Snape.
"What about you Severus, the ministry must be after you as well." Narcissa said with worry. Snape caressed her face gently. Bellatrix's eyes narrowed.
"We both will be safe I assure you. I promise we will be in touch. Now we must go to the dark lord," said Snape and he turned. Bellatrix grabbed his arm.
"She has a husband now. Her last fiancee seemed to have walked out on her." Bellatrix said in a low growl. Lashing out at how Snape had touched her sister. Snape flushed and looked at her angrily. Draco raised one blond eyebrow looking at them.
"Bellatrix, please, it's all in the past. I'm in love with Lucius anyway," Narcissa said looking pained.
"I just don't trust him that's all," Bellatrix said her eyes not leaving Snape's.
"Come on Draco," Snape said casting one more dark look at Bellatrix before grabbing his arm. Draco grunted in protest.
"Be safe," Narcissa whispered looking at her son with worry through eyes filled with tears. Draco didn't say anything. He wanted to assure her everything would be fine. But nothing would come out. "I love you." Narcissa said her voice laced with tears hugging her son one more time.
"Love you too," Draco murmured softly. Snape cast one last glare at Bellatrix and they disappeared once again into the night.
Draco opened his eyes and blinked several times trying to adjust them to the dark. They were in front of a beautiful manor. It was five stories high and the roof was jet black with looming gargoyles looking down. The bulding was built of beautiful marble. Draco followed Snape up the stone steps and Snape grabbed the golden knocker which had a gold snake entwined on it. Snape knocked two times paused and than knocked three. The door opened and Wormtail appeared.
"There is an emergency and I must speak to the dark lord at once." Snape said. Wormtail's eyes narrowed but he let them in. Draco's eyes traveled around the entrance hall. It wasn't as amazing as Hogwarts but it was beautiful. The walls were a dark shiny brown and the ceiling was jet black and their footsteps echoed in the silent hall. Wormtail stopped in front of a door with an engraving of a dragon into the polished wood. He knocked.
"My lord, Snape is here to see you with Malfoy's boy," he said sounding nervous. The door opened and Lord Voldemort stepped out his blood red eyes looking at Severus than Draco. His slits for nostrils flared. Severus felt Draco stiffen next to him.
"So, how did it go?" Voldemort asked crossing his arms.
"Draco got the Deatheaters into Hogwarts and he had Dumbledore cornered up in a tower after sending up the dark mark. He had him at his mercy," said Snape bowing his head.
"But?" Voldemort said coldly.
"He couldn't finish the job my lord. So I killed him," Snape said. A cold smile twisted onto Voldemort's lips.
"So he's dead?" He said.
"Yes my lord." .
"Excellent," Voldemort hissed and he looked at Draco and he began to frown.
"So you couldn't finish the job, just that one simple task? He was all yours for the taking and you couldn't end his life?" Voldemort asked.
"My lord, he's just a boy and I'm sure he was frightened-"
"Silence!" Voldemort spat and Snape fell silent. Draco took in a breath. He suddenly felt like he couldn't get enough oxygen again. "I asked you a question Draco." Voldemort said coldly.
"No, sir. I couldn't," Draco managed to say. His voice sounded small and high pitched. Draco's hands began to sweat. A smug look appeared on Voldemort's face as he took out his wand. Draco went pale.
"Tell me Draco, what good is a Deatheater if he can't even kill for me?" Voldemort said. Draco looked frozen.
"I could do other things, I-"
"I need my servants willing to do anything for their Lord. Kill, die, torture, and I don't think you can do those things Draco. Maybe your just not cut out to be a Deatheater. It's unfortunate that the only way someone can be relieved of their Deatheater duties is through death," Voldemort said twirling his wand in his spider like fingers. Snape dug his nails tightly into Draco's shoulder. Draco had to talk his way out of this if there was any hope for him. Draco got on his knees. Snape groaned assuming he was going to beg, which would only make Voldemort want to kill him more.
"Your right, I failed to kill Dumbledore. I deserve death," Draco said bowing his head. Neither Voldemort nor Snape had been expecting this and they both looked at each other in surprise.
"Good," Voldemort said trying to overcome his surprise and he put his wand to Draco's throat.
"Pity about Potter though. He's still around," Draco continued. Voldemort snorted.
"Potter is just a bug to me. A bug that needs to be squished." Draco nodded casually as if they were talking over lunch or something, like the man in front of him was not about to kill him.
"Nasty little bug isn't he? Like a bug, he bites; he doesn't cause any real damage, except for that bit at the ministry. But you blame my father for most of that anyway. But some bugs sir, are poisonous," Draco said.
"What are you saying?" Voldemort asked, he was starting to take an interest in the boy.
"My lord, I want to prove myself to you. Potter poses but a minor threat but I think that threat can grow. If you let me live, which I don't deserve too sir, I can kill him. I could probably earn his trust, being at school with him and all. It'd only take a little while. I want to make up for them mission I failed," Draco said still kneeling.
"And why should I believe you will kill Potter when you couldn't even kill a defenseless old man?" Voldemort asked.
"Just give me the chance to show you that I'm willing to do anything for you my Lord. I can't make you believe, I haven't given you any reason too," Draco said. Voldemort lifted Draco's chin with his wand making Draco look at him. His blood red eyes bore into his silver blue. Draco faltered and looked away.
"Your lying. Your just making up something to save your life. You have no intention of killing Potter. Your intention was that once I let you go, you would run away as far as you can," Voldemort said. Draco swallowed and looked down.
"Get up!" Voldemort ordered. Draco stood up nervously.
"You have just shown a great deal of intelligence I thought you did not posess. That little act proved you more intelligent than half my Deatheaters put together. I'll give you one chance. From now on you're a full time Deatheater and if you screw up, just once, it wont be your life, but your mother's." Voldemort said. Draco looked at him in horror.
"And lie to me again boy, and it will be your father's," Voldemort growled. Draco swallowed hard.
"It was a good ploy though. You're a good actor I must say, and again smart. I need that intelligence on my side Malfoy. Let me give you a little taste of what will happen if you ever try something like that again, CRUCIO!"
Two months later Diagon alley August 2nd.
"Three horcruxes down already," Ron said happily eating ice cream. The ice cream was a dark maroon color. Harry was staring at it with mistrust. Hermione stood on the other side of him.
"Yeah but we technically only destroyed one. Dumbledore got rid of the ring, I destroyed the diary, and we don't know what R.A.B. did with that locket Ron. So technically that's still only two. We need to find the locket, a golden cup that has a badger on it, something that we don't even know what it is that belonged either to Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, and possibly Nagini." said Harry.
"And of course after that, we kill Voldemort himself," Hermione chimed in.
"There is no we. Guys, your going back to school. I will not put you two in danger." Harry said. Hermione and Ron frowned.
"Harry you can't do this alone. We want to help," Hermione said looking at Harry with sad honey brown eyes.
"Well getting yourselves killed isn't really going to help," Harry pointed out. He did not want them to get hurt. This was his fight, and his fight alone. He had excepted that.
"Besides I'm sure I know who R.A.B. is and I have an idea where the locket is!" Hermione said with excitement.
"You do? Hermione, how many times do we have to tell you, share these types of things!" Cried Ron. Harry stared at Hermione in astonishment.
"Sorry. I just wanted to be sure. We still have to test it out," Hermione said.
"Just ruddy tell us!" Ron yelled.
"Well I was thinking, R.A.B. called Voldemort the dark lord, only his followers call him that so he must have been a Deatheater, one who turned good I suppose," she said. Harry's gaze went cold has his mind went to Snape.
"Once a Deatheater always a Deatheater." Harry said darkly.
"Maybe, maybe not. I think R.A.B. Is Regulus." said Hermione.
"Who?" Harry and Ron demanded in unison. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly. Regulus Black! Sirius's younger brother who joined the Deatheaters, and was killed for deserting. It makes perfect sense," Hermione said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Ron and Harry blinked in surprise.
"Well, that is possible, nut-"
"R.A.B. stole the locket. Remember when we were cleaning, we found that locket but we couldn't get it open at Grimwald?" Hermione asked. Harry and Ron looked at her in shocked silence. Hermione smiled.
"That's-that's bloody brilliant!" Ron said.
"I thought so," Hermione said happily.
"We still need to double check, once we are done here we can go back to the order and find that thing," Harry said. Hermione nodded happily taking a lick off her own ice-cream. Chocolate spiders crawled over the mint flavored scoop.
"But Harry, once the summer is over Hermione and I don't want to go back to Hogwarts. We want to help you," said Ron looking at his best friend.
"I can't risk putting you in danger," Harry said firmly.
"Always the hero Potter," chimed a cold voice. The trio turned sharply to see a masked Deatheater. The mask was stained with what looked like blood. Harry reached for his wand but the Deatheater was quicker putting his wand to Harry's throat.
"Listen hero. If I were you I'd get people off this street and off quick." the Deatheater snarled, took a few steps back, and ran.
"Oh no you don't!" Harry yelled and ran after him. Ron and Hermione began to run after them until they heard a woman scream. Ron and Hermione turned to see a woman running down the street five men in black cloaks chasing her. Deatheaters.
"Looks like Harry's on his own!" Ron yelled.
"Five we can take them," Hermione said pulling her wand out. Ron looked at her as if she was crazy. Than from the other end of the street a pack of Deatheaters appeared, about twenty.
"I think we might need some back up!" Ron yelled.
"We need to get out of here!" Hermione yelled pulling Ron as all signs of life other than the Deatheaters disappeared. Wizards and Witches dissaparating all around them. Hermione pulled Ron down Knockturn Alley where Harry had chased the other Deatheater. Harry had him cornered against a brick wall wand to his throat.
"Harry there are loads of Deatheaters, we need to get out of here NOW!" Hermione yelled.
"But the Deatheater-"said Harry.
"No time!" Hermione yelled grabbing Harry's hand and disapparateing back to Grimwald place smack in the middle of a meeting between the Order of the Phoenix members.
"How nice of you to drop in. Things were getting bloody boring, who's your friend?" Fred said. Hermione frowned and looked behind her to see Harry, Ron, and the Deatheater. The Deatheater staggered as if he had lost balance.
"Uh oh," Hermione said. Before the Deatheater even had time to reach for his wand several wands were already pointing at him.
"Well that's not a very nice hello," The Deatheater scoffed crossing his arms.
"Remove your mask." McGonagall ordered. It was an important meeting and most members were in the room. Moody narrowed his good eye at the Deatheater.
"Say please," the Deatheater said tauntingly sounding amused. Harry walked over and punched him in the face his knuckles bled from the force of hitting the mask. He probably hadn't even injured the Deatheater but it let his anger out.
"Please." Harry said. The Deatheater clenched his fists.
"Make a move and you will be unconscious before you can say Quidditch," said George with a smile.
"Yeah you don't want to be stuck with this,"said Fred holding up a wand that electric blue sparks were shooting out of.
"It's still in developing stage but it will do the job,"George explained cheerfully.
"Quidditch."The Deatheater said hitting Harry in the chin, than a punch to the stomach.
"STUPIF-"started Hermione.
"Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a bunch," the Deatheater said putting his hands up in surrender. Harry glared at him holding his stomach.
"Remove your mask." McGonagall ordered again. The Deatheater sighed and took off his mask and hood. Blond hair leaked out and his silver blue eyes met McGonagall's. Draco Malfoy was standing before them.
"Hey there professor. Am I in trouble?"