A/N: Hello once again. I'm very glad you could join me this fine day. Prepare for part three! It's action-packed and full of adventure. Well, maybe not adventure, but definitely action-packed. Read on, friends!
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After meeting up with Jo in Nebraska and parting ways with Ellen, the hunters and wizards continued to Bobby's, where they settled in the study with those beers they'd been promised.
"Man, I still can't believe we got the demon," said Sam. " I mean, you shot it, Dean. You killed it."
"Yeah, but I had some help." Dean took another swallow of his beer. Then he looked up at the teenagers. "And you guys, I can't thank you enough for what you did back there. If it weren't for you, a whole lot more demons could've gotten free." Harry and Draco shrugged sheepishly and looked away, taking a drink of their sodas.
"No, really," Sam agreed and sat up in his chair. "We really owe you one. What can we do to thank you?"
The wizards exchanged glances, not quite sure how to answer. Draco had never received gratitude in his life, unless you counted Moaning Myrtle being appreciative of his company. The thought made him shudder a bit. She may have been a willing and attentive listener, but her leering made him a bit uncomfortable on more than one occasion. And Harry may have been the "savior of the wizarding world" and begrudgingly used to people fawning over him, he couldn't recall a time anyone had actually thanked him for anything he'd done. Neither of them knew how to respond.
Harry brought a hand to his forehead, absently running his fingers over his scar. "I really don't know," he said honestly. "I guess you could just call it even since you brought us with you when you could've easily just left us to fend for ourselves."
"And you helped us give Severus a funeral," added Draco. Harry nodded, his fingers still tracing his scar.
"But still, we want to do something to thank you," Bobby insisted.
"Yeah," added Sam. "You helped us kill the monster that killed our mom and my girlfriend. Our family has been hunting it since I was six months old. It's a huge deal for us." The teenagers exchanged glances again, Draco looking a bit clueless, and Harry with his eyebrows furrowed.
Harry closed his eyes in thought. He really didn't know how the Winchesters could repay him and Draco for their help. Mainly because they didn't feel the need to be repaid. They were helping people in need. That was its own reward in Harry's book. And Draco seemed to be somewhat of the same opinion. At least he didn't know how to answer the brothers.
"Wait a minute," Dean spoke as a thought occurred to him. "You said before we left that you came here from a war zone."
"That's right."
"What exactly did you mean by that?" The teenagers closed their eyes at Bobby's question, more like demand. Harry rubbed at his scar more and Draco began fidgeting with his left sleeve. "If you tell us, we might can help you figure it out and get you back home."
"I supposed it won't hurt to tell you about it," Harry mumbled, "seeing as you've already seen us using magic and know about the magical world."
"I think the statute of secrecy was broken long before we got here," Draco muttered bitterly. "There's no way a full scale war didn't go unnoticed by anyone at all."
"What war are you guys talking about?" asked Sam. "We've never heard anything about a magical war."
"That's because it's been kept a secret from the world," Harry answered. "No one is supposed to know about the magical world, unless they're part of the magical world. But a very dark wizard has been trying to take over the entire wizarding community, and he and his followers had launched an attack on our school not long before we came here."
"We were actually right in the middle of the fighting when Severus brought us here."
"How did he bring you here?" asked Bobby. "When we found you, you said you'd just appeared there."
"And that was the truth. Snape had just been attacked by Nagini, and I went to him after the snake was gone and he gave me his tears, which I need to look at somehow."
"I ran in seconds later and found Harry and Severus on the floor. Severus took us both by the hand and began muttering a spell. There was a bright flash of light, and we were on that road where you found us."
"Moments later, he died," Harry concluded sadly, forehead scrunched.
"Do you know what spell your teacher used?" asked Bobby. Harry shook his head.
"I know what he said," Draco answered, "but I've never heard of the spell before."
"What was the spell?" Dean asked him.
"Familia salus mea. He kept repeating it over and over again. The louder he spoke, the brighter the light around us got, and we were on that road."
"Familia salus mea roughly translates to save my family," Bobby translated. "Are the three of you related?"
The boys shook their heads. "Severus told me just before he died that he always thought of me as a son, and he was always like a second father to me. Certainly a better one than my own father."
"So that's how the spell worked for you," Sam joined the conversation. "But what about Harry? How would it have worked for him?"
"You said you have Severus's memories," Draco recalled, addressing Harry. "Maybe they can tell us something."
Harry was just about to respond when a stabbing pain shot through his scar. A scream left his lips as his hands went up to his forehead, as if trying to keep his head from falling apart.
"Harry!" Draco shouted with a start.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Dean. He and Sam jumped to their feet in alarm.
"I'm not entirely sure," Draco confessed, "but I think it has to do with his scar."
"What does the scar have to do with anything?"
"He got it when he was a baby," Draco answered Sam's question. "That dark wizard we mentioned earlier tried to kill him but he survived the curse, and that scar was left as a result. He's the only one that's ever survived the killing curse."
"He's at Hogwarts," Harry gasped in pain.
"We already know this, Harry. We both saw him there."
"No, he's at the Forbidden Forest. He wants me to come to him. Said he'll leave everyone alone if I meet him at the forest."
"There's no way we can do that. We're nowhere near Scotland, too far even to apparate there."
"I know this, Draco!" Harry winced and groaned at the pain still stabbing in his head. After several minutes, the pain finally subsided and Harry was left gasping for breath.
"What exactly was that?" Sam asked slowly.
"I have a connection to Voldemort," Harry explained softly, exhausted. "I can sometimes see into his mind." Next to him, Draco's eyes widened in shock. "I saw him just now. He's told everyone at Hogwarts that if I come to meet him in the Forbidden Forest, then he won't attack the school. He's giving them until midnight to take care of the injured and dead."
"There's got to be something we can do about it," said Draco. "Even from here, I'm sure there's something we can do."
Harry's hand moved to the pocket of his jeans and drew out the vial of Snape's memories. "Snape gave me his memories just before you found us. I want to watch them but we don't have a pensieve."
A thought occurred to Draco. He turned to the brothers. "Can you bring me a pan of water? I know a spell that can turn a pan of water into a sort-of pensieve."
Sam nodded and ran to the kitchen, bringing a large, shallow pot of water with him. "Okay, now what?"
Draco raised his wand and pointed it at the water. "Memoriae revelio." The surface of the water began to shimmer with a soft glow. "Okay, put the memories in."
Standing slowly, Harry uncorked the vial and dropped the tears into the make-shift pensieve, watching them swirl around in the water. His bright green eyes flicked between the memories and Draco hesitantly. "W-will you watch them with me?" he whispered.
Blond eyebrows shot up. "You really want me to go with you to watch Severus's memories?" Harry nodded. "Why would you want me to go with you?"
"Because Snape was important to you too. And... I kind of don't want to go alone."
Draco nodded, humbled by Harry's request and offer. "Okay, I'll go with you." Taking deep breaths, both teens dunked their heads into the pensieve and disappeared, leaving three very stunned hunters behind.
"Well, that was unexpected," Dean deadpanned.
"Yeah, just a little bit," agreed Sam.
"I'm gonna go call my contact in England," Bobby said slowly once he'd gotten over the shock of seeing the boys vanish. "See if he knows anything about this wizard war."
As he was ending the call, two thuds sounded through the room and Draco and Harry appeared on the floor. Draco stood first and dragged Harry to the couch, where he sat with his head in his hands.
"Hey, what happened?" Dean asked the boys. "What'd you see?"
"We figured out how the spell worked for Harry," Draco told them softly, sitting in concern next to his friend. Because that's who Harry was now. After the last two days, how could they not be friends?
"How?"
"Snape and my mother were childhood friends," Harry's low voice answered. "She was the love of his life."
"And you never knew this?" Sam asked gently.
Harry shook his head. "I only knew he hated my father. Can't really blame him for that, though. He bullied Snape just because he was a Slytherin and a loner. But I never knew he was close to my mum."
"That love for her made him see you as a son," Sam concluded.
"His family," added Dean.
"But Severus also said we're family," Draco reminded Harry. All eyes turned to him. "Just before he died, he begged us to take care of each other because we're family."
"Maybe because he thought of us both as sons?" Harry guessed.
"No, with that spell, there's got to be more to it than that," Bobby disagreed. "What about your family histories? Could you have a common relative?"
"Not that we know of. I don't know much about my own family history, but Sirius showed me the Black family tree, and I don't think there was anybody that I would be related to."
"Sirius Black?" asked Draco. "How do you know him?"
"He was my godfather. I stayed with him over the Christmas break in fifth year. He told me about his family. I saw your mum and Bellatrix on the family tree. How could I have forgotten that?"
"That must be how the spell worked for the two of you," was Bobby's conclusion. "Draco's cousin was your godfather."
"What would that make us?" Draco deadpanned. "God-cousins?"
Despite the dreary situation, the group couldn't help but smile a little at the quip. "How about... godbrothers?" offered Harry.
Draco gave a slow nod, sincere thanks in his eyes. "That works for me."
"As touching as all this is," Bobby's low drawl caught their attention, "we've still got a situation over in England to figure out. I talked to my contact. He confirmed everything you've said, though he didn't have a whole lot of detail. He's not too immersed in the wizarding community, just knows a fair bit about it."
"Was there anything else you saw in your teacher's memories?" Dean asked the boys. "Anything that could help us here?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded. "I've been hunting for things this past year. I spent the whole year with my best friends Ron and Hermione looking for dark artifacts called horcruxes." A sharp inhale next to him made Harry pause and look over at Draco. "You know what a horcrux is?"
"Yeah. I used to hear my father talking about them with my aunt Bella. I think they both had one, though I don't know what happened to them."
"We destroyed them." Draco's eyes widened but Harry ignored him.
"Could someone explain these horcruxes to those of us that don't know?" Dean asked sarcastically.
"A horcrux is a dark object a person can make by splitting their soul into pieces and storing it in an object," explained Draco. "It grants the person immortality. To make one, you have to commit a murder, which breaks off a piece of your soul, and then cast the spell to transfer it to the object."
"What kind of object?"
"Anything," Harry answered Bobby's question. "A cup, a book, a chair, even an animal. Voldemort made six horcruxes. I destroyed Tom Riddle's diary in second year in the Chamber of Secrets, Ron destroyed Slytherin's locket a few months ago, he and Hermione destroyed Hufflepuff's cup in the Chamber during the battle, and you were there when we destroyed Ravenclaw's diadem at the Room of Requirement. And Dumbledore destroyed the Gaunt ring just before sixth year."
"Is that why his hand was blackened and so dead-looking?"
"Yep. And," Harry paused here. He wasn't sure if Draco knew what Snape had done for Dumbledore when he killed him, and if he didn't know, Harry wasn't sure if he should. But he felt Draco deserved to know what a hero his favorite teacher and mentor was. "And that's why Snape killed Dumbledore on the Astronomy Tower."
From the look on Draco's face, Harry knew this was news to the other boy. "He told me he took an unbreakable vow to fulfill my task if I couldn't do it." Draco couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. He'd thought his mentor had taken on his task for his sake. But was it really just a ploy to kill Dumbledore himself?
Harry saw all this on his friend's face and began speaking quickly. "He did," he assured Draco. "Snape took the unbreakable vow before he and Dumbledore made plans for Snape to kill him." Draco didn't say anything, but Harry could tell he was listening. "Snape had told Dumbledore about your task and the vow he'd made to protect you, and that's when they made their own plans." There were tears in Draco's eyes, but he also looked a bit hopeful. "Snape did do it for you."
"Thank you," Draco choked out gratefully. Harry clapped a hand on Draco's shoulder, much like he had done at Snape's funeral.
"Not to interrupt," Sam cut in a moment later, "but we should probably get back to discussing the horcruxes."
"You're right," the boys cleared their throats and agreed, Draco surreptitiously drying his eyes with the back of his hand as they gave their attention back to the hunters.
"So, you said you and your friends destroyed four of those horcruxes and your, I'm guessing, teacher?" Dean asked, receiving confirming nods in answer, "destroyed a fifth one. So that just leaves one more horcrux, right?"
"Not exactly." Harry winced at the memory he'd seen.
"How?" Dean asked gruffly.
"That night when he tried to kill me, something happened. When Voldemort killed my parents, their murders fractured his soul. When he cast the killing curse at me, my mother's sacrifice cast a shield around me, and Voldemort's curse rebounded and hit him instead, sending that piece of his soul into the nearest living thing."
"You," Sam gasped. Dean and Bobby stared wide-eyed at the black-haired boy.
"Me." Harry gingerly touched his forehead. "It's why my scar hasn't completely healed, even after all these years. It's how we can see into each other's minds. I'm the seventh horcrux, the one he didn't mean to make."
The room became silent, the hunters processing the information Harry and Draco had just given them.
"So," Sam began haltingly, still a bit speechless. "What are you supposed to do about the horcrux in your scar? I highly doubt any of your other methods will work in this case."
"No," Harry scoffed. "I'm not taking a sword, a basilisk fang, or bloody fiendfyre to my head, thank you very much."
"I still can't believe that idiot Crabbe cast fiendfyre in the Room of Requirement of all places. He didn't even know how to use it." Draco rolled his eyes in disgust. "Fool nearly killed all of us."
"Hold up," Dean spoke up. "I just had a thought. You said a horcrux is a broken, twisted piece of a soul, right?" The teens nodded. "What does that sound like to you, Sam?"
"Sounds like a demon to me," Sam answered, picking up his brother's train of thought. "Bobby, could we exorcise the horcrux out of Harry?"
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try," the older hunter mused. "Exorcisms don't have any effect on people, so if it doesn't work on the horcrux, it shouldn't affect Harry in any way."
"I'm willing to try it if you are. I just want it out of me."
"Why don't Bobby and I look for all the exorcisms we can find? Hopefully one of them will work. Dean, you can do a holy water test to see if the horcrux is similar to a demon like we think it is." The hunters jumped up without a word to do their assigned tasks, leaving the teenagers sitting in slightly stunned silence.
"Okay," Dean said when he came back to the study, flask in hand. "This is holy water. It won't hurt you or me." He demonstrated by splashing a bit on his own hand, and then the boys' hands. "But if our theory is correct, then a drop of this should have your scar steaming. I don't know if you'll feel any of it or not though," he warned Harry. "We've never don't anything like this before."
"Can't be any worse than anything else I've been through," Harry snarked bitterly. "Go ahead and try it." Harry tilted his head back and allowed Dean to pour a small amount of holy water directly onto his scar. The second the water touched his skin, it started steaming and smoking, and Harry let out a pained yell.
"Sam, Bobby, it worked!" Dean reported. He set the flask down and knelt next to Harry. "How you doing, Harry?"
"Worse than the basilisk fang that stabbed my arm in second year but not as bad as when my aunt hit me with a hot frying pan," Harry sighed tiredly once the pain in his scar had subsided.
"Your aunt did what?" Dean demanded in horror. Draco had a similar expression on his own face.
"Aright, we found a few," Sam came back in before Harry could say more. "I found the one we used on the demon plane and the one we used on Meg. Bobby also found a few more from other cultures, but we're not sure how those will work."
"Let's get him under the devil's trap," Bobby suggested. "Better to be safe than sorry." Dean and Draco helped Harry stand and led him to the chair Sam had set in the middle of the room.
"Okay, I'll read the exorcisms and we'll see if any of them work," Sam explained to Harry, who nodded.
"And I'm not going to use anymore holy water on you," Dean assured him. "Normally we would to keep the demons in their place while we exorcise them, but since you can feel the horcrux's pain, we won't do that to you. Plus, it's only a little piece of soul, not an actual demonic possession."
"I appreciate that," Harry said wearily. "Let's get on with it, then."
With a nod, Sam began the first exorcism. It was the one they'd used on the phantom traveler that possessed the airplane. So far, nothing was happening. "I don't think it's working."
"Try the next one," Dean suggested.
Next, Sam opened up the exorcism they'd used the year before on Meg. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas."
A few words into the chant, Harry began to twitch. His head rolled from side to side and his eyebrows scrunched in a wince. The further Sam went, the more Harry began to move, until he was squirming in his seat.
Noticing this, Draco raised his wand. "Incarcerous," he cast. Thin ropes appeared and wrapped themselves around Harry's moving form, securing him to the chair. He caught Bobby eyeing him and shrugged his shoulders. "Just in case." The older man gave a head tilt of acceptance and turned his eyes back to the other boys.
Pained screams erupted from Harry, and Sam stopped the incantation, looking worriedly at the teenager. "Keep going," Harry growled hoarsely. "It's working."
"But I don't want to hurt you," Sam protested.
"Just do it," Harry insisted. "Get it over with. I can handle it."
Though he was hesitant, Sam looked back down to the book in his hands. "Ergo draco malidicte, ut ecclesiam tuam secura." Harry began screaming again, this time thrashing in his seat. Sam had to speak louder to be heard over the noise until finally he got to the end. "Te rogamus, audi nos!"
A blood curdling scream filled the room as a dark cloud flew out of Harry's scar. The cloud roiled about in the air, screaming and shrieking louder than anything the hunters had ever heard.
Draco knew what needed to be done to finally destroy the horcrux. "Avada kedavra!" A flash of green light shot out of his wand and hit the horcrux, and everyone could see faces in the smoke, trying to escape the killing curse before it was overtaken by the green of the curse. Flashes of green light engulfed the smoke-like entity before it burst into a softer puff of green smoke, disappearing as it fell.
Harry slumped down in his chair, feeling more relieved than he'd ever felt in his life. A hand clapped him on the shoulder, and he looked up to see Draco standing over him, a worried look on his face.
"How you doing, Harry?" he asked. He could feel the other teen shaking under his hand.
"I've been better," Harry gasped. "But I'm glad it's gone."
"Here, let's get you to the couch." Dean stepped forward and Draco dropped the ropes as he and the hunter dragged Harry back over to the couch, laying him down.
"Here, drink a swallow of this." Bobby handed over a flask. "It'll help you settle down." Dean took the proffered flask and held it to Harry's lips, his other arm supporting the boy's neck. The whiskey burned like fire as it went down, causing Harry to cough. But it had the desired effect, and pretty soon, Harry was lying comfortably relaxed on the couch.
"What was that you cast at the horcrux?" Sam asked Draco as they all settled back in their seats. They were all running on adrenaline during the exorcism and now they were coming down from it.
"The killing curse."
"The same one Harry survived when he was a baby?" asked Dean. Draco nodded silently.
"I'm gonna go get a drink," Bobby announced as he stood from the desk chair. "You boys want anything?"
"A beer wouldn't hurt," Dean requested.
"I second that," added Sam.
"You want anything, Draco?"
"Have you got any coffee?" the teen asked.
"Sure do. Be right back." Bobby disappeared into the kitchen and the guys heard the sounds of coffee being made and bottles being gathered before the older man reappeared. "Coffee'll be done in a few minutes."
"Thanks." Draco turned his eyes to his resting friend. "Now there's just one horcrux left."
"Any idea what it could be?" asked Dean.
"Nagini," a muffled voice answered from the couch. "It's Nagini."
"The snake?" Draco spat in disgust. "He made that bloody snake into a horcrux?"
"Why do you think he's always kept it so close to him?" was Harry's retort. "Aside from that time it attacked Hermione and me at Godric's Hollow, that is."
"When did that happen?"
"Christmas Eve." Harry slowly sat up and leaned heavily against the back of the couch. "We were at the cemetery where we saw Bathilda Bagshot walking through town. We followed her to her home to talk to her, but Hermione found her dead body in another part of the house. The Bathilda I was talking to turned out to be Nagini. She attacked us, and my wand was broken in the process."
"So that's why you took mine."
"Partly. I was also just trying to disarm you. And it's actually a good thing I did."
Confusion made itself known on Draco's face. "Why's that?"
"The night you disarmed Dumbledore on the Astronomy Tower, his wand shifted its allegiance to you. It became your wand. Then when I disarmed you at Malfoy Manor, your wand became mine."
Realization dawned on Draco then. "So that's why Voldemort was saying the wand wasn't working properly for him. Because it was never his wand."
"Nope. It was yours, and then it became mine. But he didn't know how the wand worked."
"What do you mean?"
"He thought the wand belonged to Snape because Snape was the one to kill Dumbledore, but Dumbledore's death was completely irrelevant."
"So he killed Severus for no reason," Draco growled. "Just one more reason to want him dead."
"We're almost there," Harry assured Draco. "All that's left is to kill the snake, and then anybody can take out Voldemort. We just need a way to get the message to Hermione."
"I know one thing I could do, but it's really difficult, and it'll be even more difficult from such a distance."
"I could also try sending a patronus, but like you said, I don't know if it would work over this distance. What were you thinking of?"
"Something similar to the way Voldemort speaks to a large crowd. The way he projects his voice into people's minds. It's a type of legilimency. Severus taught it to me in case we needed to speak to one another right away."
"Alright, how about we do this? I'll send Hermione a patronus telling her that we're safe and that you have a way to talk to her directly. I'll ask her to send a patronus back letting us know she got our message."
"Works for me, though are you strong enough to send a patronus?"
Harry shrugged. "I'll just have to be." He stood slowly to his feet and raised his wand. "Expecto Patronum!"
Before everyone's stunned eyes, a glowing stag appeared and stood regally in the middle of the room. Its head was turned to Harry as if awaiting instruction. "Hermione, I'm safe and Draco Malfoy is with me. We've destroyed the horcrux in my scar, leaving Nagini the only one left. Draco knows a faster way to speak to you directly. Send us a patronus back letting us know you got this one."
As if knowing Harry was finished, the stag took a stately step forward before bounding toward the window, disappearing through the glass. "What do we do now?" Dean asked once the patronus was gone.
"Now we wait," Harry answered as he sat tiredly back onto the couch. "I don't know how long it'll take for Prongs to get to Scotland and for Hermione's otter to come here, but hopefully it'll be quick."
"In the meantime," Bobby said as he stood up, "how 'bout we get some food in us?"
"Yes, please," Dean agreed readily.
"Then you can help me in the kitchen." Dean grumbled a bit as he stood to follow Bobby, amused chuckles echoing behind him.
"Don't worry," Sam said. "All they have to do is heat up Bobby's chili. Dean won't actually be cooking anything."
"I heard that!" Dean's voice protested, punctuated by a wooden spoon flying toward Sam's head. The younger brother easily caught the spoon before it hit him, and he threw it back with a hearty laugh.
A short time later, the two hunters returned to the study with bowls of chili in hand and began passing them out to the younger men. Bobby went back to the kitchen, then reappeared seconds later with his own bowl, a few sleeves of saltines, and Draco's coffee.
The hunters and Harry dug in hungrily, but Draco didn't. He sat there and studied the soup in his hands, stirring it slowly with his spoon.
"Something wrong with your chili?" Sam asked curiously. He'd noticed Draco's hesitance to eat it and wondered about it.
"No," Draco answered honestly. "Just... I've never had anything like this before."
The hunters were a bit dumbstruck, but realization dawned on Harry. "You don't have chili in the wizarding word?" he asked. Draco just shook his head mutely. "It's a stew made of tomatoes, beans, and beef," Harry summarized. "Usually it's a little spicy." He handed a few crackers to his friend. "And it's really good with these crushed in it."
Deciding to trust his new friend, Draco crumbled the saltines into his bowl, stirred it around a little, and took a small bite. His eyes widened at the hearty, spicy taste of the soup and quickly ate another spoonful. "This is really good," he said enthusiastically between bites.
"Bobby makes the best chili," Dean praised as he enjoyed his own soup.
"Shut up, idjit." Lunch passed pleasantly, but it was interrupted by a glowing light coming through the window.
"That must be Hermione's patronus." Harry recognized the blue glow just before a small otter danced through the room and spoke in Hermione's voice.
"Harry! I'm so glad you're okay. Ron says he's going to kill you for disappearing like that. Tell Malfoy to do whatever he has to do. We don't have a lot of time."
Harry met Draco's eyes and gave him a nod. "Do it."
Draco closed his eyes and muttered a spell under his breath. He felt a rush in his mind, as if he was moving at a rapid speed, until he felt another presence.
Granger? Draco thought. He vaguely felt Hermione jump through their connection.
M-malfoy? she asked hesitantly.
Oh, good, it worked. What's going on over there?
First, how do I know you're with Harry and not trying to trick me? Tell me something only Harry and I would know.
Ugh, we don't have time for this, Granger!
Then hurry up and give me an answer!
Fine, Draco growled before turning to Harry. "She wants me to tell her something only the two of you would know."
"Okay, um," Harry thought for a second. "We snuck a baby dragon out of the school in first year and gave it to Charlie Weasley."
You and Harry snuck a drag- Wait, so I did see a dragon that night?
Good enough, Hermione replied. He had all the important details right. Okay, right now we're basically just trying to hold off the Death Eaters. Ron and I are barricaded in Dumbledore's office so we can talk.
Okay, someone needs to kill Nagini. That's the last horcrux. Once that one's gone, Voldemort will be vulnerable to just about any attack.
How did you destroy the horcrux in Harry?
Exorcism. But I don't care what you do to the snake. Just kill it and end this war.
Got it. Thank you... Draco.
Both knew Draco didn't need to respond, so he broke the connection and rejoined the group in the study. "I told her," he reported as he dropped wearily onto the couch. "Now it's up to them."
"Why don't you boys go upstairs and get some rest?" Bobby offered. "You've both been running on fumes for days. Go get some shut eye."
"Some what?" Draco questioned.
"He means sleep," Sam translated. "And he's right. After everything you've told us and what's happened since you got here, you both have got to be drained."
"Come on," Dean commanded as he stood up. I"ll show you where you can get some sleep." The teenagers both stood slowly and wordlessly followed the hunter upstairs. "There's the bathroom," Dean pointed to the door on their right. "If you want, you can get a shower or whatever. And here," he opened a door on the left, "is where you'll sleep. Get some rest guys. Holler if you need anything."
With that, Dean left the boys to their own devices. "You want to get a shower?" Draco asked.
"Nah, I'm too tired." Harry shook his head. "I'll just do a quick scourgify on myself and go to sleep."
"I'm going to shower. I feel disgusting."
"Which bed do you want?" Harry asked as Draco left the room.
"Don't care," he called from the hallway. Deciding to take the bed by the window, Harry pointed his wand at himself, cast a simple cleaning charm, and dropped face first on the bed. He was out before his head hit the pillow.
After a blissfully hot shower and scourgifying his clothes, Draco went back to the room he now shared with Harry. Seeing the other boy passed out on his stomach, Draco approached the remaining bed and did the same thing. Though the blankets and pillows weren't nearly as luxurious as what he had at Malfoy Manor, Draco had never been more comfortable in his life, and he was asleep within seconds.
A/N: I told y'all it was action packed. What do you think about it? Let me know in a review please. Now excuse me while I get this banana out of my presence. Thanks for reading!
