Chapter Four:
Harry stood up and walked over to Malfoy. Ron just shot him a look of pure hatred and stayed at Hermione's side. "Why exactly should we do that, Malfoy?" Harry asked as calm as he could, carefully eyeing Draco's wand in the shivering hand that was still pointed at him.
"Be-cause I say so." Draco's voice broke. "Malfoy, if you think we're just gonna follow you quietly to our death-trap, you're even stupider than you look." Draco shot Harry an angry look. "Listen Potter", he hissed, "you're gonna follow me or else I'm gonna try a little spell on you that Professor Snape taught me." The tremble in his voice was gone. Harry didn't know if this was a good thing.
"Don't you think that spell is getting a little old, Malfoy?" Harry asked quietly, stepping aside so Draco could see Hermione lying on the ground. For a second there, he saw horror in Malfoy's eyes.
"He raised his wand again. "I don't have a choice", he whispered. "It's either you or my family." "Stop talking shit, Malfoy!" Ron suddenly spoke up. "That's not the choice! It's your skin or the future of the entire wizarding world! Right now, Harry's the only one who can save us, but if you're just going to be a coward and hand him over to the Death-Eaters, this world is going down! It's never gonna change if you don't let him go! Your family will always be in danger as will everyone else, because once You-know-who is really in charge and there's nobody to stop him, this world is truly going to hell."
Draco looked as if he had a mental break-down. "I can't! I can't let you go, you have to get that!"
Harry stepped up to him. "Look, Draco, you gotta take us out of here. I promise we'll try to save your parents. We'll try to save everyone. But first you gotta help us." "Fine." Draco looked up. "Punch me." "What?" Draco rolled his eyes. "I can't just go with you like that. They'll kill my parents for sure!" "Oh, right." Harry punched Draco in the face. "Ouch!" Draco yelled. "Not so hard." Harry rolled his eyes. "Scream once more." "Help!" They yould hear the Death-Eaters run down the stairs to the cellar, but by the time they reached the door, their prisoners were gone.
"What happened? What is going on here?" Lucius Malfy pushed through the men. Yaxley turned around with a grim look on his face. "They took your son."