Chapter 21: What Have You Done

Draco slowly got up from the floor after the pain in his back finally faded. "Draco!" Narcissa gasped as she helped her son get into a sitting position, "are you alright?"

"My back is throbbing," he replied, closing his eyes.

"Blood traitor!" Bellatrix hissed.

She walked over to Draco with her other dagger. "I have the mind to kill you now!" she hissed. Narcissa stood up with a glare, holding out her wand.

"You stay away from my son!" she snapped, backing her sister up against the wall.

Bellatrix glared at her sister and went to throw the dagger at her sister. Narcissa dodged the attack aimed at her, charming the dagger into a sparrow that flew to the nearest open window. "I will not allow you to hurt my son anymore than you already have!" she snapped. Bellatrix glared at her.

"You defy the Dark Lord?" Bellatrix snapped.

"I'd rather die than have anything happening to my child!" Narcissa snapped.

Draco slowly got up from the floor with his mother's help. "He betrayed us, Cissy! He's a blood traitor and so are you," Bellatrix snapped. Draco looked over at Lucius who was standing in silence.

"Are you going to stand there father and allow Bellatrix to threaten us? Allow her to call the Dark Lord on us if she wants to?" Draco demanded.

Lucius just stared. "Are you that terrified of him that you'll allow your wife and son get executed!" he demanded, "what kind of father and husband just stands by and watches as his family gets arrested for doing what's right?" Narcissa looked at her son, gripping his shoulders.

"What is…going on here?" they heard Voldemort demand when he appeared in the room.

Everyone in the room looked over at the Dark Lord. "You called me Bellatrix?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes my lord, the Malfoys have betrayed you!" she shrieked as she hurried over to his side like a loyal dog.

"Is that so?" Voldemort asked.

Draco swallowed hard and Narcissa gripped her son's shoulders tightly. "My lord, my sister claimed that Harry Potter was here, but my son insisted that he did not recognize the boy," she insisted.

"It is true, my lord, I didn't recognize him. She insisted that it was Harry Potter, but it really wasn't," Draco answered.

Voldemort was silent and stared at his "loyal servants". His eyes went to Lucius, who was standing there looking petrified. "What really happened, Lucius?" he asked. Lucius cleared his throat.

"My lord…" he started.

He looked over at his wife and son to see the terrified expressions on their faces. "I am not sure what Bellatrix means. He was just a boy she insisted was Potter, but he wasn't. If anyone were to know the truth of what Harry Potter looks like, it would be my son," he replied. Voldemort looked over at Draco to see him staring at the floor.

"Are you sure it wasn't him Draco?" he asked.

"I'm sure my lord, it was impossible for him to be Potter," Draco replied.

Voldemort sighed as he fixed his robes, looking at the now horrified woman. "Do not call me back here unless you have the boy!" he snapped before he disapparated with Nagini. As soon as the Dark Lord was gone, Draco hit the floor from another hit from her whip, this time the whip slashed his cheek.

"Draco!" Narcissa gasped, dropping down beside her son.

Bellatrix stood over the boy with a glare. "How dare you defy him!" she exclaimed.

"I'm not about to have you kill them," Draco answered, holding his side as she kicked him.

Narcissa stood up and took out her wand. "STUPEFY!" she shouted. Her sister flew back, hitting the floor. "GET OUT BELLA! GET OUT AND LEAVE MY SON ALONE!" she shouted with tears showing in her eyes. Bellatrix just glared at her sister. "You will not touch my child again!" she hissed. Bellatrix continued to glare before she took her whip and hit Narcissa's wrist, forcing her wand to fly across the room.

"Remember who is control here Cissy," she hissed before she got up and left the room.

At Bill and Fleur's home, Hermione was looking at the new scar on her wrist with tears in her eyes. She rested her hands over her stomach, letting out a series of shaky breaths as she tried to calm herself. This wasn't good for her or her unborn child. Except, the thought of her almost losing her child made her break down. Looking up, she heard a knock on the door. "Yes?" she answered.

The door opened and Harry came here. "Here, Fleur made you some soup," he told her, placing it in front of her. In any normal time, she wouldn't want it because of the trauma she had gone through, but considering the circumstances she needed to eat. Taking the spoon, she started to slowly eat the soup in front of her. "Is everything alright?" he asked.

"Well, I'm not cramping or bleeding, so it's obvious that I'm not losing my baby," she replied, resting her hand on her stomach.

Tears welled up in her brown eyes and she sniffled. "What have I done Harry? I put my unborn child in danger," she said softly as tears spilled down her cheeks. Harry held her close, rubbing her arm gently. "What kind of mother am I for putting my child in danger?" she asked.

"No Hermione…this is all my fault. I shouldn't have allowed you to come," he answered.

Standing up, she let out a deep breath as she ran her hands over her still flat stomach. She had such a small bump it wasn't even noticeable. She just knew her child was in there, growing and protected inside her. "Draco saved our lives," she whispered.

"He did, I'm surprised," Harry answered.

Hermione turned to look at him. "You don't know him like I do, Harry. You don't know the trouble he went through for joining You-Know-Who. He hates what he was forced to become, and if I know Draco, he wouldn't want our child brought into this," she explained as she sat down again. Harry placed her dinner in front of her again and she started eating it again slowly.

"Hermione, what do you plan to do?" he asked.

She let out a deep breath as she kept her hand on her stomach. "I'm going to keep my child protected, the only way to keep him or her protected is defeating You-Know-Who," she replied. Harry nodded his head slowly, giving her hand a squeeze.

"You're going to be a fantastic mother," he said softly.

Smiling a little, she gave his hand a squeeze and let out a sigh as she continued to eat her supper while they discussed their next plan of action.