A/N- I actually can't believe I'm sort of staying to schedule by getting these chapters out!

Hermione pulled away from the floo where she had previously been conversing with Harry. Her forehead creased in concern at what she had learned about Draco's capture and the monsters involved. She could recollect verbatim the nightmare she had endured that fateful night before she found Harry laying on the common room's couch. At the time she had no clue where the premonition had occurred except the vague setting of a field. Upon Harry's departure from Hogwarts she had ventured to the Ministry records, Wizarding War section, to research grassy fields Voldemort had used for Death Eater meetings during the war. After many long hours spent pouring over Interview tomes from Death Eater trials Hermione discovered an area in Scotland on a small uninhabited island where it is sparsely populated both in people and vegetation. Within the first hand Death Eater account there was a description of a small hideout left untouched by the war where Death Eater's could hide and escape after raides in nearby villages. Since her discovery of this Death Eater hideaway she had kept it a secret hoping it wouldn't matter, however, upon hearing Harry's frantic and worried voice she had conceded that her research had at least paid off.

When Harry heard that Hermione had an idea of where those monsters had taken Draco he nearly jumped through the floo to kiss her on the cheek. Hermione had volunteered herself and Ron to travel with Harry on broom to the location which Harry had gladly accepted. They promised to meet at Grimmauld Place with all of their supplies before taking off to rescue Draco.

The trio flew for a few hours before coming to the coast of the mainland where, Hermione had informed them, the island where she assumed Draco would be held on was. Checking their supplies once more and stopping to force Harry to eat before they faced whatever they might find there, they took off once more. They reached the island, a small area all visible from where the stood at the edge of a cliff falling down to the ocean, however, big enough that the outward edge covered in trees engulfed the farther edges blocking any suspicious buildings from view, a fact Harry found quite irritating. They left their brooms under the shade of a tree and walked along a foot-trodden path clearly weaving through the sparse trees. At the center of the island they could view the circular area, no vegetation except a sole tree further in than the ring of trees yet still near the outskirts.

Hermione gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth and then pointing towards that lone tree immediately recognizing it as the one from the nightmare. Still several kilometres away they could only make out the distinct figure of a boy, held against the tree, head hanging over his chest, and blond hair shining brightly in the sun.

The group started walking fast in that direction sensing and seeing no immediate danger. Suddenly, beneath the tree, several feet from Draco, a square of dirt started to lift from the ground. Three Death Eaters emerged from their underground hideaway, the trapdoor's location marked by the singular tree. Harry assumed, since he and Draco had captured so many, that these were the last avid followers of Voldemort left. The three people slowly made their way towards the trio's location, walking with some slight hesitation yet aggressively.

Curses began to fly from each side, Harry's side carefully directed away from the tree in hopes of not hurting Draco.

They identified Lucius Malfoy, Fenrir Greyback, and Alecto Carrow as the curse castors. Harry and his friends dodged and threw hexes, attempting to stop teh monsters without resorting to murder. Harry went after Lucius, while Hermione and ron fought side by side against the other two Death Eaters. Fenrir was a difficult match for Hermione and Ron until he dove towards the tree Draco was tied to upon Lucius' orders to watch Draco's unconscious form.

~~~~Meanwhile but with Draco~~~~

Ever since arriving Draco had held his body limp in what he hoped would be a helpless and not worrisome state. Lucius and Ferir had roughed him up due to his limp state, dropping him on the ground then grabbing him tightly on the closest body part to yank him back in the direction they were heading. He wished with his whole heart he could just get back to Harry so he pretended he was useless, getting the monsters guards down, in order to gain his escape.

He had been tied against a tree, head dropping, eyes focused on the ground and watching as the Death Eaters disappeared through the door in the ground. As soon as they had left he kept his gaze on the ground, twisting his arms to attempt an escape from his bindings.

At some point, while he was still working at the ropes holding his wrists, Lucius and Fenrir came back out of the underground hideout closely followed by a witch he couldn't recall but knew he probably would remember if he had not suffered his 'accident'.

He continued not to move, or make noise, or even breathe deeply. However, he gasped when the first curse was thrown by his father. Although he couldn't see who they were fighting and didn't want to incase it gave away his pretend unconscious state he could feel that Harry had come for him. Triumph flooded through him and then fear followed by anxiety. He hoped Harry brought help otherwise he might have a hard time stopping three powerful monsters. He also knew he had to get out of the rope if he had any chance of actually escaping with Harry. So, he kept his head done, body limp, but arms rigid with tension as he slowly moved his long fingers, working the knot from his bindings.

Draco could hear the battle happening around him. He heard a shout, "You're his father, how could you do this to him?!", he assumed this was from Harry as he could hear the hatred from the only person who had ever truly cared about him towards the one person who was supposed to truly care for him. Despite himself he smiled from Harry's enraged statement.

More shouts, gasps, and growls ensued, Draco staying quiet throughout it all. He suddenly felt a claw-like finger graze up his arm, travelling across his chest to go up the opposite side of his head. He shivered in disgust, lifting his head to glare into amber eyes.

A/N- So how was it?! Make sure to leave a comment! In this chapter I wrote more as third person observer who also knows what everyone is thinking just so I could cover both Characters as they were not together but experiencing the same things. I know there wasn't a lot of dialogue in this one either but I felt that the tension Harry felt because of Draco's disappearance might make him pone to silence while Draco was silent for survival reasons! Anyway next chapter will be out soon! Only two left!