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Harry had tagged Ron, who stepped into the ring. I gasped as Tom left it, and Draco took his place. It was between my brother and someone who felt like a brother in law. Adele was better than any sister I could have had. Tom walked wearily over to me, opting to sit on the ground where I was rather than stand at attention like Draco had. Harry nearly collapsed onto Hermione when he got near enough to her. I summoned a goblet for my love, and said a quick 'aquamenti' to fill it full of water. He smiled at me, and downed it in one gulp.
"Is it awful?" I asked.
"No, this is just show so Potter thinks I'm tired," he said, winking at me. I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not, but he lay his head down on my lap and I ran my fingers through his hair. We both watched the match intently, but relished in the closeness we shared. "I don't think I could fight Ron." Tom said quietly. I looked down at him. "I'd be too worried that I'd kill him and you'd never forgive me."
"I wouldn't like it if you killed my brother," I admitted, "But I would forgive you, just like you forgive me for everything stupid I do." He grinned, and sat up.
"I had better stop this. I have a feeling that your brother is as stubborn as you are, and Draco would never call a break." He kissed me passionately before he left me alone again. "Oi, Draco. Tag me." He said. Draco and Ron bowed to eachother, both panting heavily, and left the ring. Harry entered, and he and Tom paced, both like lions circling their prey.
"This is the end of this, Riddle." Harry said, and his gaze flitted towards me.
"I agree, Potter. This is when I get back at you for stealing my wife for thirty five days."
"You're the one who kidnapped her in the first place!" Harry screamed. Tom laughed harshly.
"Good thing I did too. Can't you see she's happy, Potter? Can't you see she wants to be with me? She was destined for the dark since the day she got that diary. She accepts it. She enjoys it."
"Stop talking about her that way!" Harry bellowed. "You're wrong!" He raised his hand, and called "Go!" Tom looked around and swore loudly.
"Draco! Get her and go!" A line of order members were advancing towards us, more than double the amount of death eaters we had. Before I had time to register most of this, I was intercepted by a heavy object. Draco slammed into me, and apparated me back.
"What happened? Where's Tom?" I asked once we had landed on the lawns infront of the manor. "Go back! Go back and get him!" Draco put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.
"Ginny, Tom will be okay. He'll be here."
"Please, take me back! To make sure he's alright." Draco looked me over.
"Adele's inside. Go be with her." I cried out in annoyance, but he had disapparated. I screamed in frustration, and stalked up to the manor. Adele came running out.
"I heard you scream," She said worriedly, "What happened?"
"The order showed up, and your husband took me home before I could do anything."
"He's there?" She asked breathlessly.
"Yes. They both are." She sank down on the bottom step of the great staircase, and I joined her. We said nothing, but other wives of deatheaters sat with us in our silent vigil. Narcissa sat beside Adele, and the two women clasped hands worried for Draco and Lucius.
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I watched Draco's cloak billow about Ginny as his face contorted in concentration. With a flash and a clap of air, they were gone.
I turned to look at Potter. I expected to see fury etched on his face and a light curse to be dodged. I was surprised.
He stood resigned, stoic even, in contrast to his magic, which was anything but. The swirls of blue and green magic had already begun to pool out of his wand and contort around him, His hazy outline signifying the powers about to be unleashed.
I dodged out of reflex anyway, barely avoiding what had been a silent and almost invisble spell from a tall dark skinned auror. None of the younger fools could have managed the necessary control. Stone from the wall next to me splintered.
My magic pouring from my wand; I began to feed the runic enchantments weaved into my clothing. My skin began to tingle under the amount of internal magic my very core was feeding into the blood and bone magic from countless rituals.
I looked to Lucius and Bellatrix and nodded.
Potter may be smart enough to appear with shields and magic swirling, but a threat to me and mine was just enough incentive for me to show him the difference between using magic and being magical.
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I scanned the room, looking at the various women and slaves congregated there. Some of the slaves of crueler men seemed happy that our husbands were in mortal danger. I swallowed my rage and turned back to Adele. She was with Draco in the battlefield, her gaze blank, her knuckles white where she was gripping Narcissa's hand.
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I looked through the haze of magic and saw the school yard spells withering as they encountered the swirling coat of spells that surrounded me, My death eaters dark spells already pinning the fools behind their blue shields. A grey disk appeared to my left with a corresponding bang, one of the foolish mudbloods had thought to pit a gun against my magic. The flattened bullet hadn't made it within four feet of me. I had had enough. I leaped for the ceiling
At the same time Potter finaly made his move. With a flash his hazy outline was gone and the swirling magic shot towards me.
The wave of power washed beneath me as I jumped over it and used the inert magic under my skin to cling to the ceiling with my feet and wandless hand. My eyes were already seeking where Potter had apparated to.
His external shields could not apparate with him and the gambit would cost him. Piercing curses were leaving my wand before my eyes even focused on the figure who appeared behind where I had been standing previously. I saw one hit his shoulder but any response was lost in the confusion of sound and magic pouring from the other battles below me.
Before I even had time to capitalize on his weakened state, I was hit just hard enough to lose my traction on the ceiling. I rolled as I fell, and glimpsed two redheads flying like imps on a pair of brooms. Their magic nullifying beater bats still ringing from the blows they had just delt me. I had to leave before the temptation to destroy them overwhelmed my motives to not do so. I hit the ground and apparated to where I had last seen Potter fall, shields and male Weasleys be damned.
I appeared behind Harry who was gasping against the wall, blood running from his right side and mouth. Ahh, this finish would be quite…appropriate. I raised my wand only to see red flying towards me from all the way across the battle. I looked up to see the bushy haired mudblood casting and I sneered at her as I side-stepped her curse. She cast again and with a flash, Draco reappeared in the exact spot he had disappeared from earlier. Right in the path of her spell with no shields. The words "Fall Back!" were lost of the din of catastrophy and the crack of my apparation to save Draco, just as the curse hit. His blood sprayed my face as I grabbed him and in a whirl of cloak, we were gone.