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The house went dead silent for a few minutes. Celeste shook and toppled over as she tried to stand breaking the silence with a short crash. She caught her fall and pulled herself up with a stand up bureau. Working on it she managed to walk to the door. She still heard nothing, she opened it and screamed. His green sees bore down on hers so much it felt like they were burning her.
"Harry, I know your mad, but..." he pulled her hand from the knob causing her to lose balance.
"I thought about it. Voldemort," he paused then twisted her wrist "you." She winced in pain and he laughed. "Don't even try to get in there. You drank too much." Her eyes widened as hi took off his glasses and threw them to the side.
"Harry?"
"It's such an easy thing however, I don't even need to ask Hermione for help on this one."
She tried to pull her wrist away but his grip grew tighter. His face seemed impassive, so unlike Harry. She thought for a moment it could polyjuice potion.
"Where did we meet... the first time?" she said and he raised his eyebrows.
"Hospital wing, where I felt I could talk to a girl for the first time." He touched her hair and then pulled it hard. "Sorry love, I have to send you back in horrid condition."
"Please let go." She screamed as her wrist broke. She fell to the ground clutching at the already swelling painful body part. He heaved her off of the floor and tossed her. She hit the bed post hard with her back before slouching unto the bed.
Harry paused for a second. Thinking about just leaving it at that. She sat up slowly and begun looking for her wand. Apparently she still had spirit enough to fight back. He inwardly groaned, hating himself at the moment. 'Visualize Voldemort...Voldemort...Voldemort'
He walked up to her and she started to pat the pockets on the pants hurriedly. "I took it off when I stripped you of your wet clothes."
"Give it back, Harry. I need to fix my wrist." The pain on her face was devastating.
He pulled her forward and dug his fingers into her small shoulders. She tried to kick him with her weak legs but it did nothing compared to the quidditch, Voldemort, and tasks he has had over the years. Her leaned his face in close to her ear. "Give up. Just crawl in a corner and cry." He pleaded.
She stared at the wall opposite of them. Wanting to just collapse in agony, but his hands kept her up. His breath on her neck kept her here, very much conscious, very much afraid. He grabbed her upper arm and pushed her. She cried out to no one. No one would hear her where they were.
She smacked him hard across the face and he yanked her other wrist up to twist it. She kneed him hard in the stomach and he lost his breath for a moment. His punches and smacks were weakening but she still fought back.
He could no longer see Voldemort. Her saw her, bloody and hurt. Her lip was bleeding from the harsh feverish kiss he had forced on her. He bit her lip hard after she tried to bite back at him. He didn't want her to be fighting back, what doesn't she realize? He slapped her hard across the face and she glared back at him.
"I'll kill you when I get the chance." She said punching at him. He nodded hiding the look of dread on his face from her.
"Trust me after the war is done, I'll let you." He said wondering if she knew he meant it. He couldn't stand himself for this.
She managed to hit him square in the face with her good hand. He growled back and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly as he tried to kiss her again. She tried to think of a better place. A safe place, as his hands held both of hers tightly. Her wrist throbbing from the pressure.
She was pretty sure that he had successfully broken several of her toes and possibly her left ankle. The pain was intense. Not as bad as a crucio, but when he began to hurt her more it got worse. She tried to hold back the tears, the pain.
Harry moved away from her. She laid down motionless. Her head turned to the door, eyes blank. She was shaking and finally let the silent tears roll down her red cheeks. Harry couldn't look at them, she looked like Cedric after the Avada Kedavra. Her face was pallid, sickly.
She couldn't move. Her entire body burned, muscles ached. She didn't try to move, didn't make a sound. She would rather be dead than hear him talk again.
The news hadn't travelled around Hogwarts. Draco and Dumbledore had every Auror looking. Draco had been apparating from here to there looking with no luck.
"Do you have any idea where?" an Auror asked Hermione who looked at them shaking her head.
"You already checked 12 Grimmuald Place, the Dursley's," she thought about it. "Godrics Hollow?"
"Godrics Hollow?" the Auror thought about it "his parents home?"
"Yes, he went there this summer, and while he was looking for horcruxes."
The Auror nearly ran out of the castle. Draco who had been listening stumbled down the steps as he ran to Hogsmeade. He continued to think about the place he needed to go.
"Grodrics Hollow." He said out loud and focused on it. With a loud pop he found himself in front of the infamous Potter home, where Harry survived the Avada Kedavra. The Auror looked at him in surprise.
Draco pushed him and ran into the house. Storming the first floor at first before above him he could hear faint steps. He ran as fast as he could up the stairs. One room had a slightly open door. He pointed his wand and opened it slowly. Harry stood there, shirt torn open and he was working on putting his belt on. Celeste was laying there, crying, beaten and hurting.
"You bastard!" Draco pointing his wand at Harry. Anger was telling him to kill the bastard slowly.
"Expelliarmus!" Draco's wand flew out of his hand. The Auror pointed his wand at Harry. "Harry Potter, you are coming with me."
Draco ran to her careful about touching her just in case. He picked her up and she remained impassive. She was shaking in his arms and he tried to stay strong for her.
"Go to St. Mungo's with her. Tell them to keep it out of the papers." Draco left apparating seemed easier when he had someone he needed to help. They weren't there for more than ten seconds before a Healer rushed her into a room.
About a half an hour later someone approached him. "What happened to girl you were carrying?" an old woman asked looking at him with dark black eyes.
"She is getting help."
"She must feel lonely in there without someone she knows to hold on to." She woman sat next to him and pushed her long white hair back. "I know when I first came here I was scared, and crying, mother told me it was for the best."
Draco nodded. "It is safe here."
"Yes, my Grindlewald is at his peak of terror right now." Draco blinked and nodded. The woman was lost in the past apparently. He didn't know whether to tell her he was killed in 1945 or let her continue in her peaceful little world.
"Mister Malfoy?" a healer approached and looked at him with a sad expression.
"She isn't?"
"Gosh no, but she sustained some horrifying injuries. She won't be able to do much of anything for a while. We healed her wrist, ankle, and some of her broken toes and fingers." He stopped and looked at the elderly woman sitting down humming and smiling to herself. "There was also some other damage done, it might effect her mentally more than physically."
"Can I see her?"
"She is still in a considerable amount of pain. We gave her some pain potions to help ease the pain." The doctor stepped towards the room and opened the door for Draco.
She focused on a tree just outside the window. It was sunny and glimmering. It was obvious this was a enchantment because when they were outside it was pouring. She wanted the throw something at the fake happy world.
"Celeste?" a hand took hers. She couldn't look back, couldn't speak to him when she felt she betrayed him and herself. His other hand played with her hair as she continued to stare out the window. Tears weld up in his eyes threatening to drown her. "Please talk to me."
"Draco, why?" she looked at her wrists, bruised and scratched. Her arms where covered in dark bruises along with her stomach, and legs.
"I don't know what he was thinking." He sat down on the edge of her bed and she wrapped her arms around his neck and drenched him in tears. He rocked her back and forth. Kissing her cheek softly while trying to calm her down.
Dumbledore walked in quietly. He took in the sight in front of him and frowned. "I'm sorry." He said and they both looked up. "The final war has begun."