Still At St Mungo's...
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Draco tapped into the bit of Darkness that came with being a Malfoy.
Draco felt his magic surge into his aura as it Darkened. He let the greyness rise within him and flow to the tip of his wand. There was little he wouldn't do to keep Granger safe and untouched. He knew the stakes: if Hollins got a hold of her, either here at the hospital or if he kidnapped her from a holding cell at the DMLE, he and his would never see her again. The Malfoy men could utilize every aspect of their magical natures, tear at the building with their bare hands, paw through memories of those suspected of knowing how to reach her, and they'd still fail to recover their witch.
The best plans were simplest plans: Hollins couldn't take what he couldn't touch.
Adrian magically propelled the Weasley and Brown side-show out of their way.
Bill Weasley stood behind and to the right of his wife, his wand extended over the Veela's shoulder.
Fleur Weasley stepped forward and tucked Granger between her and her husband; one hand held her wand at-the-ready, her other palm lightly bounced one of her signature fireballs.
George Weasley and Marcus formed the ultimate Chaser-Beater team as the two paired-up.
Potter's magic crackled from the center of his chest to the tip of his outstretched wand. From his place in front of the French witch, the man was prepared to make sure Hollins never so much as breathed on Granger.
Adrian's wand was still in his hand from when he'd Expulso'd the slag and her cuckold. Eyes narrowed as his aim was now focused on the Hit Wizards, Unspeakables, and Security personnel who were moving into siege position. In moments like this, as Adrian's training gave him the ability to deftly move into position to the left of the Veela, there was no doubt as to why Riddle sought the Pucey family as an ally.
Draco moved alongside Potter.
That is – until a Stunner from one of the Security people threw him against the far wall.
"Get her down!"
Potter – ordering the French witch to pull Granger to the floor. The two witches immediately crouched, the Veela with her arm around Granger's shoulders.
Slightly dazed, Draco sluggishly pushed himself to his feet via his knees. A mild reviving spell, courtesy of Bill Weasley, cleared his head and steadied his body.
Streaks of different colors, each color a different spell, flew across the enclosed space.
Draco had long-done the math. They were out-numbered by nearly seven wands. That didn't mean they were going to lose. They didn't have to win, either. He and the rest of Granger's defenders just had to make sure they held-out until reinforcements arrived.
Draco drew on his magic and summoned a powerful Somnus spell. He flung it across the room. The man crumpled immediately, taking a wheeled trolley filled with medical instruments with him. The clatter punctuated the sounds of the spells being called out around him. He'd been aiming for Hollins but the rat-bastard tugged on the collar of the man nearest him and put the Hit Wizard directly in the path of Draco's spell.
"Take down Potter, Malfoy and the Lycan!"
Hollins – giving orders to take out the strongest first.
Two hooded Unspeakables withdrew something long, sharp, and silver from inside their robes. They charged at the oldest Weasley brother.
"Flint! Look to Weasley!" Draco delegated the Curse-breaker's defense to Marcus because what he'd Accio'd was two seconds from landing in his hand.
Marcus, all shoulders, chest, and biceps, barreled into the incoming Unspeakables and rammed them hard. The three of them toppled to the floor. Lighter on his feet than he looked, Marcus righted himself and with Adrian at his side, the two met them head-on when the Unspeakables re-gained their feet.
The second tallest of them, George, looked at Draco when Draco called out to him. "Catch!"
In a clean arch, a length of wood left Draco's hand and was snatched out the air by the one-eared wizard.
Without wasting a movement, George pivoted toward Granger. He tossed what he'd just caught into her open hand: her wand. The wand that Draco had Summoned while Hollins debated the curse-breaker.
The two Healers joined the ranks of Hit Wizards, the Unspeakables, and Security in the melee.
Granger with a wand, though, tipped the odds in Draco's favor.
The witch rose to her feet, her face still wet with tears that Hollins would pay dearly for causing. Arm close to her body, bright flashes of tangerine-colored light pulsed from the tip of her wand. Her other hand was busy as well, as non-verbal spells flew from her outstretch palm.
Potter grappled wand-hand to wand-hand with a much heftier Hit Wizard. From one of his wrists dangled a partially attached magical restraint. There was no way in the seven hells that Potter was going to allow the Hit Wizard finish shackling him. A clean uppercut to the Hit Wizard's mid-section followed by a right-cross to the jaw ended the wrestling match. Potter, face flushed and breathing heavily, all but snarled as he turned to help Adrian as Adrian faced both the female Hit Wizard and a hospital Security guard.
Bodies collided with walls. Wands were knocked from hands. Triage supplies skidded across the floor. Droplets of blood from cuts and gashes spotted shirts and sleeves. Sweat irritated eyes and dribbled down backs and along arms.
From where he stood, trading Stunners with two Security wizards, Draco couldn't do anything to prevent Hollins getting the drop on George. The tallest Weasley never saw the spell that blew him out of the triage room, across the corridor, and slammed his head and shoulders into the plastered wall.
Draco tightened their ranks. A well-placed Expelliarmus! disarmed and rendered another Security wizard unconscious. Draco brought up his arm and he fixed another Unspeakable in his sights.
Granger's accuracy took down a security guard who'd had his wand pointed at Marcus' back. Without pausing, she then dropped down, balanced on the balls of her feet, she tapped the Veela and pointed. Together, they fired an Incendio! at each of the trouser-cuffs of Healer One. The man stopped in mid-spell to hop from one foot to the other as he patted his hands at the smoldering fabric. A quick push from Adrian sent the man into the gurney that still carried Brown and Weasley. The man smacked his head against the framework of the mobile bed and rolled into a space between a filing cabinet and the wall. He nodded weakly when Adrian ordered the man to, "Don't move – be reasonable."
Too close to use his wand, the curse-breaker closed his fist and jabbed at the nearest Unspeakable's kidney. As he drew back his other arm to pummel the man again, one of Hollins' minions Accio'd a squat brown bottle from where it rolled on the floor. Guided by the minion's wand, the bottle lifted and collided brutally with Bill Weasley's cheekbone. The potion coated the side of his face and leeched into the cuts made by the breaking glass. Whatever the potion was, it made the oldest Weasley sibling's more-amber-than-blue eyes roll closed before he slumped to the floor.
Protective of her mate but committed to helping her friend, Draco wanted to throttle Granger when the witch told her best female friend to, "Go! Help Bill!"
The Veela crawled to her husband. She pressed two fingers to his throat. The murderous glint in her eye meant that the wizard who married her still lived but vengeance would be hers. She pushed herself to her feet. Her arm extended, she never saw the female Hit Wizard bypass Potter, come up alongside her and twist the French witch's arm behind her back. The Veela didn't have time to bare her teeth, let alone verbalize an offensive spell, before her other arm was also wrenched behind her back. A set of magical restraints locked around each of the witch's wrists. A slew of expletives in both French and English flowed out the Veela's mouth as she struggled to free herself.
Draco realized only too late Hollins plan. The Head Unspeakable had said one thing to his personnel but, in fact, executed something entirely different!
With both Weasleys and the Weasley-by-marriage incapacitated, there was a brief, brief, moment where for one instant, Granger was unprotected.
Hollins moved faster than Draco thought possible!
Situated near the open door of the exam room, the Unspeakable extended his wand-arm and fired an Accio! – at Granger!
Draco flexed his magic. He drew on power behind his wand, the heritage imbedded in the name and family Malfoy, and the vow of devotion that he and his made to Granger, and threw forward his hand. The witch, completely caught unawares, who was being magically dragged from her protective pocket towards Hollins, came to an immediate stop.
Hollins cocked his head to the side, almost more intrigued than puzzled as to why his spell failed to bring Granger within his reach. "Interesting, young Malfoy. I'm going enjoy investigating you further."
His concentration unshakable, Draco drew his free hand underneath his nose, effectively wiping away the sweat that beaded his lip. Adrian, Marcus, and Potter lined up alongside him. Behind them, Bill Weasley lay sprawled on the hospital room floor.
Like an opposing rugby team taking their places, the remaining Unspeakables, the lone Hit Wizard frog-marching the seething Veela, and the Security guards collected themselves and made for the proverbial line of scrimmage.
"ACCIO!"
Hollins lifted his wand, his arm vibrating with magical output, he recast his spell. A pulse of bright light made everyone's pupils into pin-points. Granger's entire body jerked viciously, caught in a magical tug-of-war.
"I said, 'no'!" Draco channeled more of his magic down his arm and out of the tip of his wand.
Potter, Adrian, and Marcus, now back-to-back around him but not impeding his line-of-sight, squared their shoulders, softened their knees and wrists, and locked their wand-arms at the elbows.
Their fight was his fight.
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