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Wicked Dreams Chapter Seven

Ghastly

Murder

In the East- End

Dreadful mutilation of a women

Mary Ann Nichols, known as "Polly," was murdered early on the morning of Aug. 21, 1996, on a narrow street called Back's Row in the heart of Wizarding London. At 0430 this morning an Auror on patrol found the body of a fallen woman lying at the corner of a railway arch, not far from the edge of Nocturn Alley. An examination of the remains showed that the head and legs had been cut off and carried away and the stomach was torn open, and the intestines lying on the ground. A cordon of Aurors instantly surrounded spot. Aurors pass the spot every fifteen minutes and those on duty last night say they saw nothing suspicious. The Healers who examined the body however state that in their opinion the murder and mutilation occupied nearly an hour. It is surmised that the murderer carried off the head and legs….

ooOoo

Theo squinted and rubbed at his eyes. Blinding sunlight flooded the staircase as he maneuvered down the spiral steps to the kitchen. Hermione would know that he had left by now and Theo was beginning to feel a bit ashamed at the way he left in the middle of the night. It was cowardly and not something he was proud of. He missed her, and his head ached. The last thing he remembered was apparating to the entrance of Diagon Alley, and meeting Rowle and Travers at the pub. The rest was just a drunken blur. He was being a stupid git and he knew it. He liked Hermione, maybe more than just liked.

Theo paused in the doorway of the kitchen, closed his eyes and hoped it would be empty. He wasn't looking forward to the speech he was sure to get for his little disappearing act. No luck for Theo this morning, he sighed and cursed under his breath, of course, his father was there.

Nott Sr. sat quietly at the head of the table, sipping at his tea. A copy of the Daily Prophet in front of him. He slid the paper toward his son with an eyebrow raised, "Busy night?"

"To be honest I don't really remember," Theo groaned and poured himself some tea as he reached for the toast. Merlin's hairy ball sack he hoped his father would just chew his arse out and get it over with. He hated this passive-aggressive bullshite.

"Well, you might want to fucking start remembering." His father growled.

Theo rolled his eyes, "What?" His head hurt, he was exhausted and all he wanted to do was find Hermione and apologize. Instead, he was stuck here, getting an ass chewing. Theo rubbed his eyes and squinted at the headline on the front page. The room was just too damned bright, "Nope…. No, that was not me ….. I mean I was in Nocturn last night but I was at the Dragons Den…Ask Rowle, and Travers they were with me," Theo shook his head as he read the article, a look of disbelief on his face, "This was not me … Ask Rowle….We drank too much. But I did not do this!"

"I guess we'll just have to check the 'Room' then."

"The room …..What room?"

"The Blood Room ….. You know the one…. If you did this, something of hers will be there. It's where he likes to put his trophies."

"I'll check after I eat …I didn't do it. I haven't felt him in over a week and I would know if I did this," Theo met his father's gaze, "Wouldn't I?"

"No…..Not this early in the game and no you'll check now before you eat. I'll go with you. And don't think we're not going to discuss the fact that you've been gone for the last five days. I know you've been holed up with Rod's daughter!"

Theo froze teacup at his lips. This was going to be a long day.

Nott Sr. rose from the table, planted both hands on its surface and leaned toward his son, "Now," he growled.

Theo took a big gulp of tea and shoved the toast in his mouth, "I'm going. I'm going." He knew arguing with his father was not a wise decision. His head hurt, and he felt like shite. Going down into dungeons was absolutely the last thing he wanted to do. When he was done verifying his innocence to his father he was heading back to Hermione, with an apology. He felt like a prat for slipping out in the middle of the night with no explanation.

The corridor to the dungeons, normally dark and shadow filled. Had the drapes tied back, streams of sunlight filled Pricilla's hallway with dancing specks of light. Rich mahogany floors shone red in the bright light, and Grandfathers study door stood wide open.

Theo and his father stopped short, drawing their wands. Nott Sr. stepped in front of his son and peered into the room.

Daemon Nott sat in his favorite highbacked chair, coffee in his hand, and talking quietly to Aurora's portrait.

Without turning around Daemon spoke, "It's about time you showed up. I've been in here for at least an hour….. and close your mouths you'll catch flys."

"Good to see you, Father," Nott Sr was stoic as he stepped into the room. It had been five years since his last visit. Yet, Daemon Nott looked as if he hadn't aged a year.

Daemon stood up and embraced his son, kissing his cheek, "I missed you, Teddy. Now, where is my grandson?"

Theo smiled and rushed to his grandfather, shoving past his father, "Right here Pops."

Daemon chuckled at the site of his only grandson in a Rolling Stones shirt and muggle jeans, "I see you take after me and not your father. Come here and hug your old Pops," Daemon pulled him into a tight hug, whispering in his ear, "I'm so sorry son I never meant for any of this to happen."

Daemon pulled away and motioned for them to sit," For the first time in a very long time, our mutual friend has paid me a visit,…. He told me he has introduced you to the family curse shall we say. For that, I am deeply sorry. I am hoping to help you gain a bit more control over him and maybe help make your life a bit easier with him around."

Daemons eyes drifted to the black Mark staining Theos left arm, "Ahhh, the second family curse," He said to his son," How is the crazy old bastard these days?"

"Worse since his return from the dead, but still useful. How are Uncle Conall and Aunt Jillian?"

Theo's stomach growled, "Can we go back and get something to eat?"

"Both are well and currently working on a new project… You're not starving the boy are you Teddy?"

"We were headed to the Blood Room to see about this," Nott Sr. scowled at his son and held out the copy of the Daily Prophet, it's headline glaring.

"I didn't do that I swear; I mean I don't remember a lot of last night, but I would remember doing something like that. Wouldn't I?" Theo looked questioningly at his grandfather.

"You wouldn't at first, and if you don't know how to use him, he can sometimes take over,"

Theo's curiosity peaked, "What do you mean 'Use him'?"

Daemon laughed, "It's really more about releasing him at the right time and reining him in when you need to….. Come on Teddy let's go eat, there's nothing new in that room, our mutual friend was with me for the last few days."

Theo sighed with relief, he was beginning to doubt that nothing had happened and dreaded what might lie in that room. He was out the door and headed to the dining room before his father could protest. Theo needed something in his stomach before he faced the wrath of his girlfriend. Was it too soon to think of her as his girlfriend? Maybe, but he knew how he felt. Dolohov could fuck off, Hermione was his.

He felt confident with his decision to declare her his girlfriend, even if it was only in his head. Theo piled his plate high and prepared to dig in. He would apparate as soon as he finished, beg for forgiveness and hopefully be balls deep in his sexy little witch before noon.

"So, Theo do you want to tell me about this lovely lady you've been seeing?"

His grandfather smirked at him from across the table.

"How did you know?"

"We have a mutual friend, remember. He told me you refer to him as your shadow."

"Yeah….. What else has he said?" Theo said, pouring himself a coffee, "It appears he knows all about me and yet I know nothing of him…. Like who is he?"

"I don't like saying his name, it seems to call him up, but what the fuck. The cock sucker is probably lurking about anyway," Daemon tipped a flask into his coffee, and sighed," Asmodeus, that is his name."

"Can I call him to me?" Theo was curious, perhaps he could use this to his advantage?

"Yes, once you establish boundaries. As in not butchering this young lady of yours….. No killing sprees, you know boundaries." His father remarked.

"So, what's her name? Who is this mystery girl that no one wants to tell me about?" Daemon leaned back in his chair.

Theo looked up at his father and back at his grandfather, "Hermione … I guess Lestrange."

Daemon sipped at his spiked coffee and Theo held his breath. The only sound within the room seemed to come from Theos pounding heart.

"Antonin's going to kill him," Daemon spoke to his son.

"We've dealt with Antonin, at least for now. Rodolphus, however, may still murder my only son." Teddy pushed his own mug toward Daemon.

"Well, this is worse than I suspected, meaning young man," Daemon directed a glare at Theo, "You need to learn how to put that Demon on a leash.

ooOoo

Hermione's wand illuminated the study of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place had, as she slipped through the floo and tiptoed up the staircase. Entering the room, she shared with Ginny in the middle of the night. Unable to sleep after Theo left. The bed they shared felt too cold and empty, and not wanting to be alone she crawled in next to her redhaired friend.

Ginny stirred as Hermione curled next to her. Snuggling deeper into her arms yet saying nothing. Hermione should be with Theo and she could feel her friend sob quietly into her pillow. Maybe tomorrow she would summon the courage to ask, but tonight she didn't trust herself not to sob out her own secrets. So, she lay there silent, eyes closed and pretending to be asleep.

Now the sun glared through the curtains, and the late-night storm a distant memory. Hermione blinked at the brightness, rubbed at her red puffy eyes and padded to the loo. Pee and go back to bed being the mission. She didn't dare look in the mirror, not wanting a visual confirmation, knowing she looked just as she felt.

Ginny had propped herself up on one elbow, "Want to talk about it?"

"No!... And you look as bad as I feel. Do you want to talk about it?"

Ginny shook her head and rolled out of the bed, "No, but I do want something to eat and not here. Can we go back to your house? Harry was a right bastard last night when I came home, and I really don't feel like seeing any of them."

"Sure, you wouldn't happen to have another portkey would you? I don't really fancy seeing Ronald either," Hermione fumbled with the locket around her neck and a tear spilled down her cheek.

Ginny wrapped her arms around her friend hugging her tight, "Did you two have a row?"

Hermione pulled away and began pulling her hair into a sloppy bun, her voice tense and low, "No. He just left. Like some fucking prat … Left me in the middle of the night … without an explanation."

"Did you think maybe he had been called away by 'You know who'?" Ginny questioned.

Hermione wiped at the tear and pulled her jeans on," No! …. Okay, okay I may have jumped to conclusions. He would have woken me up … Don't you think?"

Ginny shrugged, "Maybe not, what if he's waiting at your house?"

"You're right let's get the fuck out of here before we see the boys."

Ginny dressed quickly in muggle clothes and pulled her long red hair into a messy braid. Taking her wand, she checked to make sure there were no spies before going over to her bed. She lifted the edge of the mattress and whispered, "Finite," A silver box appeared, inside were several purple ribbons. She chose one and hid the box once more.

Ginny held the ribbon out to Hermione and both girls were promptly deposited onto a side street in Diagon Alley.

"This really is a load of bullshite!" Hermione glared, "I'm going to have Theo teach me how to apparate like he and Draco."

"Hermione!" Ginny gasped a little, "Only Death Eaters apparate like that."

"What? We're supposed to take an illegal portkey everywhere. We must be a certain age to legally apparate. Or do we just Floo everywhere! It's just I'm tired of the Ministry thinking it needs to be in everyone business," Hermione mumbled as they walked into the Leakey Cauldron. They would use the Floo back to her parents' house.

He wasn't there. Of course, he wasn't there she could feel the emptiness of the house as they stepped through the floo.

Collapsing on the couch Hermione toyed with the locket around her neck, she could whisper his name into it and Theo had promised to respond. The fire in the stone danced at her fingertips as she cracked it open. Theo smiled back at her as he ran his hands through the thick mane of the dark horse. Making her heart ache. She really liked Theo, maybe more than just like. But, but ….

"Coffee Mione, coffee!" Ginny pleaded. Her head ached, her body ached, and she just wanted to forget last night. The stench of Ron's breath clung to her hair.

"Right, coffee and I'm starving. Do you want some sausages?" Hermione closed the locket, pushing her doubts aside and groaned as she stood from the couch, "Come on Gin. Keep me company and tell me all about this date you had with Draco."

"No! No sausages, please, just toast and coffee. Why don't you tell me about Theo? You two were holed up in here for the last few days. How was that?"

Hermione stopped and looked back at Ginny, "Intense, sweet and affectionate but intense," Hermione poured water into the coffee maker, "It feels like there's something he's keeping from me… I know he can't tell me everything it's not like I want details, you know."

"Of course," Ginny agreed.

Hermione hopped on the counter while the coffee continued to brew, "The first night he was here, well he sort of slipped into bed with me and surprised me…." Her voice trailed.

"What do you mean surprised you? Did you have someone else in bed with you?"

"No, yes, sort of. It was just a dream…. And he woke me in the middle and it was weird and awkward like I'd been caught cheating and it felt like he knew. So, the entire time he was here with me I felt like I needed to explain but never had the chance."

"Another dream? Of Antonin Dolohov?" Ginny poured two cups and handed one to her friend, "That's kind of hot, details please."

"No, Ginny it's not! I like Theo and want to be with him! This thing with Dolohov is just creepy," She didn't mean to snap at her friend, but she was angry, "It' so real Ginny it scares the bloody hell out of me." Hermione covered her face with her hands, she should have said something to Theo, they should have discussed her dreams. He needed to know, but she just couldn't figure out how and now he was gone. Without an explanation. Hermione hopped down, she needed something in her stomach and toast was not enough. She didn't look at Ginny while she put sausage in the skillet and scrambled a few eggs. Going over the last night in her mind and trying to figure out what went wrong.

Sex with Theo was hot and decadent. It had started here in the kitchen as she was fixing them a snack. Hermione stared at the stove where she now stood making eggs. Just a few hours ago she had been perched on that stove with Theo's face between her thighs.

Ginny sat at the breakfast table, with her toast, sipping her coffee at the very spot Theo had bent her over the table. A little smile tugged at her lips as the memory of his hands on her hips flashed through her mind.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap, "Hermione set a plate of eggs in front of Ginny, "Please eat something besides toast."

"You know Hermione just last week you told me how hot you thought Dolohov was and now you bite my head off for it, what the bloody hell? You know what Hermione ….," Ginny's eyes teared up and her bottom lip began to tremble.

"Alright Gin spill it! This is not like you…Do not tell me you're just hung over and tired. Did Draco hurt you?"

"Draco did not hurt me…. Mione, I promise…. He didn't hurt me. It's nothing really….." Ginny's voice sounded small, quivering, "I am just hungover and tired, I promise."

"It was Harry then? Did he hit you again? Hermione grasped Ginny's hands in hers, "Ginny look at me….. Did he hit you?"

"No, no he didn't hit me. Everything's fine Mione, leave it …. Please!"

Hermione released her grip on Ginny's hands and pulled a chair close, "Ginny? What happened? There is definitely something you're not telling me."

"I think there are a lot of things you've not told me, Mione," Ginny snapped back at her.

"Bullshite! I tell you everything,"

"Ummm, I think you failed to mention fucking my brother."

"That was a hand job, I never actually fucked him," Hermione said offhandedly while pouring more coffee.

"You told me you fucked him!"

"Fucked who?"

"My brother!"

"Which brother?"

"What do mean which brother? Just how many of my brothers have you fucked?"

"Ronald is the only one I've fucked," Hermione sat at the table across from her friend.

"Then do you want to explain which of my brothers you gave a handjob to?"

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, biting at her bottom lip, "Fuck….. I'm sorry, Fred and George."

"Fred and George? At the same time?" Ginny's stomach turned, memories of last night flooded back.

"What? They're sweet, it was just fun. It never meant anything."

"Sweet? Oh, they are far from sweet. Those fucking twats"

"Why are you getting so upset over this Ginny?"

"Because I can't believe that you kept all of this from me. I hate them, how could you?"

"Ginny it's just Fred and George, what is the bloody big deal?"

Ginny stood from the table, tears streaming down her cheeks, "The big deal Hermione is that they raped me last night," Her voice no more than a whisper, "All of them." There it was out. Ginny was never any good at keeping a secret, and this one clawed at her insides.

ooOoo

Theo hissed in pain, a lazy afternoon with his grandfather was cut short by the burning mark. Theo looked sharply at his father.

Nott Sr. shook his head, no. Just Theo was being summoned," Pops?"

"Nope, I'm afraid it's just you…Theo, relax if there's one blessing to come from that Demon, is that it makes Tom very nervous. He won't mess with you kid; the Demon scares him." Daemon winked at his grandson," Now off with you."

Theo summoned his robes and mask, pulled his wand and touched the tip to the swirling black ink.

Their first official mission as full-fledged Death Eaters. Theo and Draco would go along with the older Rowle. All that was required was to silence a witness. There would be Aurors, of course, guarding this witness. An assassination in the bright of day.

Theo was unsure of whatever it was this guy had seen. Whispers around the table included the names Yaxley and Dolohov, murder charges and seats on the Wizengamot. This witness must not be allowed to testify and needed to die bloody and violent as a warning to anyone else that might feel like talking.

They could do this Theo thought, easy mission. He could do bloody and violent and would be back in time to have dinner with his grandfather and then slip away to grovel at Hermione's feet and beg for forgiveness, possibly between her thighs.

"How was the date last night?" Theo reached into the pocket of his robes and pulled out a smoke, handing one to Draco before he lit his own.

"She's young but trainable," Draco took a long drag from the cigarette, "Let's get this shit over with. It's fucking bloody hot out here!"

The two young men in black stepped from the shadows of the alley they had apparated into, and out on to the faded streets of a seaside town.

Rowle crossed the street meeting up with them," Only two Aurors on duty, no wards at all placed on the safe house," A cruel smile crept over Thorfinn Rowels face, "Either they underestimate us, or they could give a rats arse about this bloke."

An uneasy feeling crept over Theo, and for the first time in well over a week, he felt the Demon stir. Curling up his spine with icy scales until it flickered behind his eyes.

Rowle uttered a silencing spell, dampening their boot heels as they approached the cottage, "Masks on. You two follow me. No freelancing Nott!"

Theo grinned; he wasn't the only one that could feel the shift. Even Draco narrowed his gaze, "Do you see him?"

Draco nodded, "Just a little, behind the eyes."

"Shut it and put your masks on," Rowle growled at them, "No magic until the end, that's when I'll send up the Mark. Now, one more time, just so everyone is clear… What's our plan?"

Theo pulled the silver blade from inside his cloak, "I take out the guard at the back door."

"I'll dispatch the one inside the kitchen," Draco unsheathed his blade.

Casually the three men moved down the alley next to the home. Curtains moved at the neighbors and Rowle winked at the women in the window. Stopping at the corner he motioned for Theo to take the lead.

Theo took a quick peek, the guard leaned on his shoulder against the back wall near the doorway, eyes half closed in boredom. This was going to be too easy. He could apparate behind the man and silently cut his throat, or as the Demon whispered in his ear, he could apparate in front of him.

Theo chose the latter, with the Demons eyes behind the mask, he watched the terror dance across the Aurors face. Theo held him by the front of his robes, throat flayed open, gasping unable to sound an alarm. He lowered him quietly to the ground and nodded toward his comrades.

Draco was next. He could see the Auror through the little window in the backdoor. A young girl sat at the table in the center of the room. The smell of cooking fish wafted in the air. Draco opened the door and strolled inside, "Yummmmm…..hope you fixed chips as well, smells wonderful mate."

The young Auror turned around, and Draco recognized him. He was two years older than Draco and a Gryffindor, "Malfoy!"

Draco was on top of him, knife digging into flesh. The girl bolted for the door only to be scooped up into Rowel's grasp, "Not So fast poppet."

The young girl squirmed in his arms. Rowle's hand covered her mouth as he held her tight.

Draco had the Auror pushed against the wall, his blade pressed hard into the guard's neck., "You're going to rot in Azkaban for this Malfoy!" The Auror hissed through his teeth," Brought your little fuck buddy with you? I know it's you, Nott. I didn't really take you for the buggering kind, but then Malfoy does have an awfully pretty mouth." Continuing to taunt the Death Eaters, "Why don't you take off the mask Malfoy so I can see that pretty mouth of yours…..

"He's stalling you. Finish it," Rowle growled.

Draco leaned close to the Aurors ear and whispered. The man roared as Draco's blade drove deep into the hollow at the base of his neck, his blade sitting against the subclavian artery, bounced to the beat of the man's heart. Leaving the blade buried Draco lifted his mask and embraced the Auror. Blood rapidly pooled between them and Draco brought his lips to the Aurors, parting them, thrusting his tongue inside. Draco's teeth teased at the man's lips, breaking the kiss. He licked at the blood, rubbing his hard cock against the man's thigh, "Awww, Macmillan. Are you jealous? I think we have a little time, that is if you don't struggle. If I twist the blade it's all over, so be a good lad and get on your knees."

Jeffery Macmillan, older brother to Ernie dropped to his knees. Draco ran his fingers through Jeffery's hair," Now open your pretty mouth, Jeffrey."

Draco took his cock out of his trousers and pressed it against the man's lips, "You bite me, and this will last a lot longer than it needs too."

"Where is the target?" Theo pointed to the girl," This is not our target."

The girl in Rowles grasp screamed, he had her hanging by the hair. Shaking her like a dog, "Shut up you little cunt…..Fuck! Fuuuuck! "

Rowle paced the kitchen floor, dragging the sobbing girl. Tossing her back into the chair she had fled. He rummaged through the kitchen drawers until he found the silver tape," Want to help?" He asked Theo.

"What do you need?" Theo asked him.

"I need you to search the house, you know what he looks like."

Theo nodded, heading into the living room.

"Make it fast," He heard Rowle yell.

'Slow down little brother,' The Demons voice purred in his ear, 'Take a deep breath, …. Now, what do you smell?'

Theo did as he was told. Stale sweat and urine were what he smelled, 'Now where is it coming from?' New instincts guided Theo down a long hall to the backroom. The smell came from under the bed, Theo could feel the fear pulsating off the man trembling in his hiding place. Reaching under the bed, Theo grabbed hold of a leg and hauled the man out. Fear wafted from him in a huge cloud. Theo gagged. The man had indeed pissed himself.

Bloody and violent was ordered and that's what the Dark Lord would get from him. Theo made it fast, gutting the man and cutting his throat. He had wanted to take his time, but the Demon urged him to be quick about it. Theo pulled the man's tongue through the gaping hole in his neck, leaving as Blaise called it 'An Italian necktie,' Theo snorted, it did look like a necktie. Draco needed to see this he thought. He propped the man up against the dresser spilling intestine out onto the floor. The man moaned and Theo jumped. Dark blood oozed from the severed trachea. It would take a few minutes for him to die if Theo left, but then there was the chance he might live.

Theo stood in front of the man; their eyes locked together. The bedroom clock ticked in the background. Voices grew loud in the kitchen, "Should have kept your mouth shut mate." Theo crouched down in front of the dying man. Just like his father showed him, he placed the tip of his blade in the hollow of the neck, driving it down and twisting. A gush of bright red and it was over. The witness, taken care of. Yet, something wasn't right, and he could feel it. The Demon whispered in his ear, 'Get out, they're coming!'

Theo wiped the blade on his trousers and sheathed the weapon. A pop of apparition sounded, and Theo rushed toward a window. An Auror knelt next to the guard he had killed, "FUCK!" Theo pounded a fist into the wall. He could feel the tingle of anti-apparition wards go up and heard more Aurors flooding to the safe house.

Theo rushed to the kitchen, they needed to get out. The whole mission was becoming bloody and violent.

"This is not part of the plan Mate," Theo reminded Draco. He was still staring at his friend thrusting his cock into the Aurors mouth. The Demon began to purr, it wanted to join in. Theo's heart pounded, "Finish this we have to go NOW!"

Draco threw his head back laughing as he came, shooting his load in the man's face. Unaware that Jeffery's hand had crept up to the handle of the blade.

The girl screamed struggling in Rowles' hand, tape coming loose, he tried to subdue her as she kicked and bit at him., "Awww fuck this," Rowle spat. He hoisted her into the air with one hand and cut her throat with the other. Dropping her squirming body to the blood-soaked tiles.

"Shit," Theo cursed when a flash of silver caught his eye. Jeffery Macmillan, Auror, and big brother to Ernie shoved Draco's knife deep into the Death Eaters gut. Draco backhanded the Auror as the man went down. Stabbing Draco was a death sentence. Removing the knife released the tamponade, blood sprayed from the wound coating the two men," Fuck you Malfoy" Jeffrey coughed, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Draco stared down at the hilt of his knife sticking out of his abdomen, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking cunt! I can't believe this fucking cunt just stabbed me," Blood seeped from the wound and Draco tucked his limp cock back into his trousers. Draco staggered, sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, "Theo?" he asked, his voice shaking," Theo, I think I'm hurt."

Theo was busy casting wards to keep the Aurors at bay. They seemed to be milling about, their voices growing louder, yet still hanging back, waiting for something or someone before making a move.

"Well, no thanks to you…I fucking told you to stick to the fucking plan." Rowle was furious, "Now we're trapped!"

"Calm the bloody fuck down Rowle, we're not trapped," Draco growled at the bigger man. Reaching into his cloak he pulled out a thin purple ribbon.

Theo snorted, "Cleaver little cunny, isn't she?"

"Yeah, I think I'll keep her." Draco grunted, "Can we go now?"

Rowle glowered," What the fuck is that?"

"Emergency Portkey," Draco held the ribbon out for him to see.

"Where's it going to take us?" Rowle asked as he touched the portkey.

Theo grabbed the end as Draco smirked," Fuck if I know."