A/N: Again, many of these lines are taken straight from the book to keep the story close to canon. I'm sorry for the long wait but the story is almost done. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I'm borrowing
Draco was almost frightened at how much he believed Potter would be able to escape. But as he slowly approached the cellar, his heart started thumping, what if they decided attacking him now would be a good idea?
"Stand back!" he shouted before unlocking the door, "Don't try anything or I'll kill you," he added for good measure. Surprisingly they did as they were told; the prisoners were lined up at the back of the wall. Draco sought Luna out right away; she stood in the middle of Thomas and Potter. She gave him an encouraging smile letting him know she knew what he was doing. He didn't speak but his determination rose to a peak; she will get out of here. He noticed the three other fuming wizards glaring at him. Draco told the goblin Griphook to come towards him and the goblin complied looking overly irritated.
Draco slammed the door closed but not before he heard a loud crack coming from inside. Draco had heard house-elves apparating enough times to recognize the sound. He was not one to hold out hope but if there was ever a time for things to go right, this better be it. This was happening. Really happening.
He went back upstairs to Granger's whimpers and his aunt's menacing voice as the older witch engraved something with her wand on Granger's arm. Draco recognized the spell immediately; it was the same one he used to embed the Dark Mark on new Death Eaters. Now he really did feel sympathetic towards the girl, no one deserved that no matter how intolerable.
The attention of the room quickly shifted to him as he marched Griphook to Bellatrix holding his wand to the back of the goblin's head. Bellatrix now turned away from her victim and brought her attention to the goblin. No sooner had his aunt handed Griphook the sword another cracking noise sounded from the dungeon.
"What was that?" Lucius shouted. "Did you hear that? What was that noise in the cellar?" If his father was paranoid before he seemed downright terrified now.
He looked to him, "Draco!" and then he changed his mind and turned to Narcissa instead, "no, call Wormtail! Make him go and check!" Draco's mother just stared at Lucius for several seconds, Draco started to think she would refuse to follow Lucius' orders but she seemed to have thought better of it and went on to fetch Pettigrew. Everyone in the drawing room now stood still and silent, trying to locate any extraneous sounds. Narcissa came back quickly with Wormtail at her heel. Narcissa was talking to him and pointing to the cellar door though Draco could only hear bits of the conversation. Pettigrew looked even more like a scared little reptile than he usually did. Potter had better have something planned.
Wormtail went downstairs while everyone in the room waited impatiently, Draco included. He knew they would have to come up somehow because of Granger since there was no idea they would leave her behind. The same goes for Luna too, right? There was no way they were going to leave her behind. Draco only hoped Potter's savior thing applied to everyone.
"What is it, Wormtail?" Lucius called downstairs, tension written across his head.
A faint reply came back in Wormtail's wheezy voice, "Nothing! All fine!" No one but Draco paid very close attention to the voice and he caught the difference in the voice instantly, that definitely wasn't Pettigrew. The rest of the room's occupants, however, did not notice anything strange and Lucius sighed with relief. Bellatrix turned her attention back to the goblin who was examining the sword. Griphook informed her that the sword was indeed a fake causing a rupture of maniacal laughter from his aunt.
"Good," she said while slashing the goblin in his face with her wand. Griphook yelped in pain and backed away, his face started to bleed out. "And now," she said in a thrilled voice, "we call the Dark Lord!" She pushed back her dress sleeve revealing the Dark Mark and pressed her forefinger to it. Draco's mark also started to glow as the marks were all connected. Draco paid close attention not to show weakness. Calling Voldemort here was definitely not good. "And Greyback, you may have the girl since you've been so very patient," she told the werewolf.
"NO!" a shout came from the doorway and Weasley burst into the drawing room. And then all hell broke loose.
Weasley disarmed Bellatrix which might have slightly impressed Draco if he wasn't in the middle of an attack. Potter caught the wand and stunned Draco's father to the ground. Draco searched behind the two Gryffindors but no sign of Luna. Where was she? Had they found a way to apparate her away? Draco was casting spells with his wand but was missing on purpose, he needed them to escape. He might have even wanted them to escape, only slightly but the feeling was there.
Draco saw Bellatrix drag Granger up with her silver knife held to Granger's throat. "Drop your weapons or she dies," she shrieked, "I said, drop them!" Both of them dropped their wands on the floor staring at the two women. Draco was fairly certain that Luna and the other prisoners had apparated out or else they would have come upstairs to help the Golden Trio or whatever they were called these days.
"Good," Bellatrix leered at the dropped wands, "Draco, pick them up," she commanded. Draco reluctantly did as he was told trotting over to the middle of the drawing room. No sooner had he gathered the wands in his hand had a strange noise sounded from the huge chandelier above. Draco snapped his head up only to see the chain of the chandelier break and it tumbling down at full speed. Bellatrix was directly beneath it and she screamed while trying to get away. Draco jumped away right on time but not before a shard of glass came flying towards his face bruising his cheek. While he clutched his hand he felt someone pry off the wands from his hand, most likely Potter.
His mom dragged him away from harm's way by the corner of the fireplace. It was from there that he saw Dobby the house-elf make his daring rescue. Draco was too out of breath to concentrate on what just happened, he hadn't allowed himself to be relieved yet. He had to go down to the cellar to check for himself.
In the middle of Bellatrix crying in anguish and his mother towering over Lucius' unconscious body, Draco slipped past them to the make shift prison. He took a deep breath before opening the steel doors and nothing. No one was there. He breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe, as safe as they could be now anyway. He sat there in the cellar for a few minutes. It felt good.
