I pounce on the first man before any of them realize I am in the room.
The movements come naturally now, as I use his strength against him. I twist him quickly around me as the man next to him raises his wand towards me.
Snaking his body around me I force him into my own shield as the mans words fall from his mouth and another green light fills the room.
The victim in my hands falls dead in my arms, and I drop him to the ground.
Skirting the directed wands, I twist this way and that trying to duck around the spells aimed to kill me.
All the screams filling the room are spells I have never heard of, unspeakable spells. Only designed for those you wish to harm.
The next man I jump around and up onto his back. My arms wrap around his neck and he swings around dumbly through the air. His arms flail trying to brush me off.
I duck this way and that while strangling him, using him as another shield.
He falls unceremoniously to the ground. I raise myself to my highest height as I stare my next victim straight in the eyes.
The anger in his eyes leaves quickly and where it fled fear replaces it.
With one flick of my hand and a quick whisper of magic I snuff the lamp out leaving the room pitch black.
I can see each figure clearly in the dark as they run around aimlessly.
Running forward I roll across the ground then at the last minute twist myself so I am behind him.
I quickly stick the inner sides of his knees with my feet, dropping him to his knees.
Working quickly I stand up reaching my arms around the man's neck and twist sideways.
Hearing a sickening crack I let him go as he falls to the ground, his neck severed.
The next two men are easy as I run back and forth giving each a punch and kick in different places before I disappear back into the walls around me.
Each one swings blindly in the dark. Walking behind them now I force the right one down and throw him before the other who trips over his body.
Before they regain their composure I swiftly severe the tendons in their necks with an angled kick to the throat.
I light the lamp back up now, but with a white light instead of the haunting green one.
My breath is still quick in my throat and my body still wants to move and hide, but I force myself to breath and calm myself as I look at the figure on the ground.
He is unconscious, and my heart seems to flip as my eyes rest upon him.
It is Draco, the same one as in the picture. This one though is worn out and hurt. He has cuts and bruises across his white skin. His clothes too although consisting of nice black pants and an expensive white button down shirt, are ripped and smudged in places from being thrown around.
His short hair shines a pure white against the light in the room, each strand falls in disarray around his angular face. He is truly a fallen angel, beautiful in every light and at every angle.
I step forward quietly and bend down. He is tall even on the ground, his body under his clothes although bruised is lean and muscular.
My heart feels for him, wanting to help and heal him. I want to see his eyes, hear him speak. My mind is racing now, confused and excited all at once.
I don't understand it, why am I feeling like this, what am I feeling?
I reach out my hand slowly and brush it lightly against his cheek. His skin feels soft and smooth under my hand. It seems so pure and so handsome against mine.
He stirs a little at my touch and my breath catches as it reaches my throat.
"Malfoy?" I speak softly and lovingly, trying not to startle him.
Then I see it, those eyes, incredible grey blue pools as they gaze at me, riddled with confusion yet no fear.
He moves quickly, slapping my hand away and moving backwards quickly.
"Don't worry, I'm here to help you." I say pleadingly, not wanting even him to fear me.
"Why?" He says incredulously, his face rising in a small sneer, as he looks me up and down, resting his eyes apprehensively on my wings that are now stretched out on the ground on either side of me.
"Because. Now there will be time for answers later, but I was sent her by the Order of the Phoenix and if you want to get out of here safely we must move quickly. Where is your mother, do you know?" I say, raising my hands silently pleading him to believe.
He looks at me incredulously and almost angrily for a minute before finally dropping his head in defeat.
"Fine, but I will need help, my legs are badly battered from those idiots frivolities. My mother is in the dungeons right now. But I will not be taken out first; I will come with you to get her. I want to make sure she is out before I am. Do you understand?" He says forcefully while trying to stand.
His body is badly hurt. I can see each muscle straining against their injuries to stand despite their protests.
"I understand, we will go and get your mother right now." I say walking toward him and taking his left arm and putting it over my shoulder. My right wing wraps around him as well as he leans on me for support.
We walk out the door and come face to face with Sirius in his human form. His clothes cling to him loosely and his bones show through his skin, but his face is lit with determination.
"Wow, you really got busy didn't you? You don't waste any time do you Elizabeth?" Sirius says smiling as he looks around us at the men on the ground in the room.
I smile at him, noticing the men he fought as well laying on or off the couches behind him.
"Neither do you." I say smiling.
"Ahh Draco Malfoy. I'm sure you know me, how are you holding up there?"
"Fine, fine, can we stop with the whole small talk I'd like to get down to the dungeons before I die please." Draco says hotly already trying to drag me along as he struggles toward the dungeons. I smile at his perseverance. I would do the same for Natalia just as he would for his mother.
The walk is slow and each tunnel and wall seem just like the last but finally we make it to a pair of stairs that lead downwards. The very air around them seems colder and tighter.
My skin jumps and my spine shivers. Sirius has taken my spot helping Draco as I lead the way with a torch as we go.
We travel lower and lower until finally the stair stops.
Before us stretches a dismal seen. Rows and rows of bars stand on either side of the tunnel carved into the walls.
The quiet is almost deafening and Draco pushes us forward leading us to the first cell on the right.
Each one seems empty except for that one and huddled in the corner farthest from us is the figure of a woman. Reaching for a tendril of magic I will the flame brighter. The ground is covered with rat dropping and bones. The cells themselves are small and cold, water drips from broken pipes along the walls.
The woman's head is streaked with a pure white like Draco's, but the rest of her hear is jet-black. Her frame although small seems defiant and strong as she lifts herself off the ground her eyes wide at seeing us. She has the same grey eyes as her son's yet they seem to contain no traces of blue, just pure silver.
I walk over to her cell and rest my hand on the heavy-duty lock on the cell. The power rushes through me to my hands as it crushes the metal beneath it. Her eyes grow wider still, most likely at the absence of a wand in my hand.
I open the door and give her my hand as she steps out.
She grasps it firmly her eyes seeming to clear as she looks at me. Her eyes as well fall somewhat apprehensively on my wings tightly held behind me.
Her eyes don't linger for long though, she lets go of my hand as she rushes to her son throwing her arms around him.
Sirius lets go, stepping back with me by the cell door. She is sobbing, her son's arms now wrapped around her their heads bowed together on each other's shoulders.
She is saying his name over and over again in almost unbelieving tones.
"I thought they were surely going to kill you this time. My beautiful boy. My lovely boy." Narcissa says gasping between sobs.
"They would have mother. They were going to, but they didn't. We are getting out of here. Come. These people are here to take us away." Draco says softly, his voice sounds so different so vulnerable. His words don't seem to bite this time, instead they seem to heal. His mother's sobs become less violent as she calms down.
"What about all the guards? How will we get out?" Now she is looking at Draco with questions filling her eyes.
He looks past her, smiling a little. He catches my eyes beckoning his mother to look. My cheeks feel warm, each breath I take feels squeezed out of me as I stare into his eyes.
I smile at his mother as I step forward.
"My name is Elizabeth. And this is Sirius whom you know of course. Our team has come to rescue you and take you to safety. The Order of the Phoenix would like to offer you safe haven in these trying times. The rest of our team is working on clearing the entrance for us. But we must go now, I say a change in scenery is sorely needed." I smile at her as I finish.
Her eyes light up upon hearing my words. She lets go of Draco and rushes over to me, throwing her arms around me.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." She says. Letting go, she regains her composure now. The vulnerable Narcissa is gone, now her and her son look identical in their fragile masks that hide their fears.
Sirius goes back to help Draco as we begin our climb upwards. I am in front, Narcissa behind me, Draco and Sirius following closely behind us.
I can hear shouts in the distance. They had made it to the entrance, but how many are left I have no idea.
I let my mind attach to Natalia wanting answers.
How are you fairing up there.
We have a couple more to fight off but they will be down soon enough. I warn you though a couple ran off in your direction. Be careful little one.
I look back at the faces behind me, "The entrance is clear but keep your eyes peeled. A couple managed to run off." The others nod behind me.
We finally reach the top of the stairs.
Just as we come around the corner though, two wayward wizards come into view. They caught sight of me first then the others behind me. I extend my wings covering Narcissa and the other two behind me. Behind her I felt Draco and Sirius come to a halt.
Their eyes seem to seeth hate, each vein protruded on their arms as they sneer at me.
"Oh, a little angel has lost her way. What are you doing with our prisoners you pretty thing." The nearest one to me says sneering. His eyes look hungrily at me.
I just smile; digging my heel into the ground as I propel myself forward.
Without even thinking, I let out a scream. My body feels powerful, each move feels calculated and deadly. I run forward, jump and dodge the first spell. Lifting my wings I drift in the air above them before swirling and kicking the first man in the face.
He drops to the ground clutching his face, his jaw grotesquely askew from my kick. He screams in anguish. The other guy runs toward me his wand forward yet his eyes wanting to see his hands no doubtabley around my neck.
I duck low and twist around letting my foot out to trip him onto his back.
I move around again, quickly twisting the first mans neck around before he drops to the ground motionless.
The other man is trying to get up, reaching I grabbed the top of his head and force him backwards onto my raised knee.
His back breaks beneath the force and his body slumps into death.
I lift myself up and let my wings fall back behind me.
I look behind me to see the shocked faces of all three of my companions.
Draco's jaw is slack as he struggles to regain himself.
Sirius laughs, pulling Draco and moving Narcissa forward.
"Are you sure you even needed us to come with you Elizabeth? Seems to me like you can handle yourself quite well." Sirius says laughing his eyes lighting up with each sound.
I smile and chuckle not saying anything. We walk onward toward the entrance.
As we round the last corner a large battlefield lays before us, Narcissa gasps quietly behind us, as 20 or 30 bodies seem to spread out all around us.
Tonks is busy chatting with Remus, and Kingsley is walking around checking the bodies.
Harry was just walking out of another corridor holding a black velvet box under his arm.
Natalia walks up to me, her head pushing against my stomach affectionately.
Looking back I notice Draco and Narcissa look apprehensively at the giant wolf.
I laugh at their faces, which seem to only make them more confused as they look at me questioningly.