Chapter 25

Malfoy Manor…Again

Harry POV

It had been January when Malfoy was kidnapped. Now it was the first of March and there was still no sign of him. Everyone was the remotest bit worried…even though he was a ferret.

Hannah was taking it horribly. Sure, she wasn't staying in bed all day like she did when it first happened, but she rarely ate and she was always planning a way to sneak into Hogwarts to get Basilisk venom to destroy the other Horcruxes we needed.

Ron had told the entire coven about this radio station that was telling the real news about what Voldemort was doing in the wizard world. It was called Potterwatch, and it was basically the murders unmentioned, the disappearances, and where everyone thought Han, me and Harley Quinn were (that thought made me chuckle, and Hannah for the first time since Malfoy disappeared burst out laughing. They didn't know that Hannah and Harley Quinn were the same person.). But there was one snag. There was a password and Ron had missed the last broadcast before he went and found us.

It wasn't until the second week of March that Ron had gotten on. "I got it!" he shouted to the coven. "I got it! The password was 'Albus.' Come on, hurry!"

At this, the entire coven gathered inside Malfoy's tent (it was big enough to hold the entire coven, after all) and tuned in, Ron turning the volume of the radio up.

…

Hannah POV

"Apologize for our brief removal from the air due to calls from those charming Death Eaters." a familiar voice sounded as I held Alejandro to my chest.

"Lee Jordan?" I asked, turning to Ron.

"Shh!" Harry said as Lee continued on.

"Welcome to another edition of Potterwatch. We're going to start with our old hand, Royal."

"Evening, River." a familiar voice said.

"That's Lee." Ron said. "They all have secret names so they don't get in trouble should a Death Eater intercept the signal."

"Royal's Kingsley?" I asked.

Ron nodded as Kingsley spoke of the deaths of Professor Bagshot, Ted Tonks, a goblin named Gornuk and some Muggles that were killed by the Death Eaters. That preceded a moment of silence in their memories.

"Thank you." Lee said. "Now we must go to our new contributors, Rapier and Rodent for the popular segment, Pals of the Potters. Rapier?"

"Evening, River." Fred's voice said.

"Hey." Lupin's voice added

"Fred!" I gasped as Fred started. "Remus!"

"It seems that our dear Potter friends can run faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo." Fred said, making us all laugh wholeheartedly. My Head of House definitely needed a good shampooing, I had been saying that since Draco and I first met.

"So you can tell us now, that the Potter twins are both still alive?" Lee asked.

"No doubt about it." Lupin said. "If either Potter was killed, it'd be all over the Daily Prophet."

"And what would you say to the twins if you knew they were listening?" Lee asked.

"I'd tell them to keep going strong and that we're still fighting." Lupin said.

"Excellent." Lee said. "So, Harry, Hannah, I you're listening, keep it up, we're still on your side, even when the rest of the world isn't! next, We're going to go with our rookie correspondents, Rabbit and Risk with our increasingly popular segment: Hands to Harley, the segment with eyes on the third most wanted little woman in the wizard world, not counting Hannah Potter and Hermione Granger, our dear Snake Faced Little Shit killing friend, Harley Quinn."

At this, everyone turned to me as I blushed. I felt special.

"Evening, River." I heard Jamie Vain's voice say.

"Hallo." Nancy O'Neil's, Drosie's only minion said.

"O'Neil!" Drosie gasped. "Vain!?"

"So, what's going on in the Harley Quinn side of the war, ladies?" Lee asked.

"Well, we finally received word that Harley Quinn seems to be working in league with the Potters." Jamie said. "And that her and a few members of her coven snuck into Malfoy Manor and stole something."

"The little thief that she is." Nancy added.

"That's old news, Rabbit." Lee said. "We need new news."

"Harley Quinn's been keeping a low profile…coincidentally, this started around the time that Draco Malfoy was found and brought back to Malfoy Manor." Nancy said.

"D'you think…?" Lupin started.

"That Draco Malfoy was in the Vendetta e Vittoria coven?" Jamie asked.

"Absolutely." Nancy said.

"That would explain why Narcissa Malfoy was saved around Christmas, and how Harley seemed to know that she was in danger and was at the party." Lupin said.

"I wonder how she'd act if she knew that the Muggleborns were being hauled off to Azkaban as we speak." Lee said before speaking to me directly. "Harley, if you're listening, we need you now more than ever, our population is being arrested and hauled off for the simple crime of having Muggle parentage."

"Harley, we need you!" the entire group said from the radio before Lee started again.

"Now we're on to the sole other that's more elusive than the Potter twins or Harley Quinn, we'll refer to him, in honour of Harley, as the Chief Snake Faced Little Shit. We now turn to Rapier, Rapier?"

"Thanks, River." Fred said. "Now, there's been some rumours circulating around You-Know-Who's whereabouts."

"And if they are all to be believed, we should have about a million Chief Snake Faced Little Shits running all around England." Lee chided, laughing.

"Exactly. And even more so, people are making more things up about him than can be believed, and I want to assure you, listeners, that the rumour about looking into You-Know-Who's eyes can instantly kill you, is a big fat lie. That's a Basilisk, people."

"A simple test," Lee started "is to check if the thing staring at you has legs, if it does, it's safe to look in the eye."

"But if it is You-Know-Who," Fred said. "It's likely to be the last thing you ever do."

The group talked some about people now on the run, like Hagrid for throwing a "Support the Potter Twins" party in his cabin and typical safety tips.

"And so, this brings the end to another Potterwatch. The next password will be 'Mad-Eye.' Until then, stay strong, stay rebelling, and stay Light." Lee said before static.

At this, Harry shot up.

"They're brilliant!" Alvaro said brightly as I put Alejandro in my backpack.

"They can be, yes." Harry said. "But didn't you get that part about him? Voldem-"

"HARRY, NO!" the coven screamed together.

"ort is still on the run! He's looking for the…oh, fuck, I said his name, didn't I?" Harry asked.

"YOU THINK!" I shouted as we heard cracks outside and a feral voice snarl.

"Everyone out with your hands up, we have six wands pointed at you and we don't care who we curse!"

I grabbed my wand the same as Hermione and cast a Stinging Hex on Harry, whose face instantly swelled beyond recognition as everyone tied their masks on, me Transfiguring my hair blonde and my eyes sky blue, tanning my skin.

Someone grabbed me by the hair and I heard Alvaro screaming. "LET GO OF HER! GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!" before he groaned "OOF!" and fell to my feet, holding his stomach as I was whipped around to meet the almost too familiar sight of Fenrir Greyback.

"Well, well, what have we here?" Greyback said, taking my face in his foul smelling hand. "I got a pretty one, here!"

"Hmm…" another man said, smelling my hair as the coven was tied up with a goblin and someone remotely close to resembling Dean Thomas. "A Pretty? Useful. Maybe we could sell her to Lucius Malfoy for a bed warmer."

"YOU'LL DO NO SUCH THING!" Alvaro, Harry, Blaise, Blake and Ron shouted together.

"Well, well, you have experience whoring yourself off to men, eh, girly?" Greyback asked, leering down at me and sending a shiver up my spine.

"NO SHE DOESN'T!" Alvaro shouted angrily.

I glared defiantly up at Greyback, whose buddies went raging the tents.

"I found masks!" one shouted, brandishing our Harley Quinn masks up in the air. I looked to him and instantly recognized him as Scabior.

"Well, well." Greyback said, letting go of me to take the masks. "I think we have some Harley Quinn supporters here,"

While Greyback was occupied, I hastily packed the tents up and into my backpack, turning to the coven and starting to untie them.

"Hurry, Harley." Blake whispered under his breath as I grabbed my dagger.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Greyback asked, catching me.

"RUN!" the coven shouted together. "We'll be fine, just run!"

I backed away, starting to high tail it into the forest, hearing the group after me.

I panted, looking behind me and running as fast as I could, unable to stop looking behind me to see if I lost them. Sadly, I didn't.

I kept running until I ran into someone's chest. That someone instantly grabbed me. "Miss me?" Scabior asked.

I gave a scream and kicked him in the crotch, starting to run again as I broke out of his grip.

Suddenly, there was flashes of red and green light heading towards me as fast as they could think the spells.

But none of them got to me. I was so blinded by all the light that I had ran into a tree.

There was an exploding pain across my temple as the world went dark.

…

When I came to, I was tied in between Harry and Alvaro outside a familiar gate.

I swallowed. We were at Malfoy Manor…again. I looked to a lock of my hair, and saw that it was back to black. That must have meant my disguise failed. I hoped my scar was still invisible.

I gave a small groan, hanging my head, which was still throbbing from when I hit my head off the tree.

"Shush, Hannah." Harry whispered, gripping my hand through the ropes as Greyback whipped around.

"Ah, the girl's awake." Greyback said, grinning as I was stared at.

I glared up at him. "I'm not scared of you, so if you want to kill me, get it done and over with." I snarled.

"No, Harley!" Alvaro shouted aloud

"Harley!?" the Snatchers said together. "HARLEY!" they roared joyfully.

The coven gave Alvaro a dirty look, which he shrivled down in our bonds.

"Harley Quinn and her coven." Greyback snarled with a smirk. "Captured at last. The reward is ours, boys! At least once the Malfoy brat can clarify it's her."

The Snatchers cheered as we neared the gate. "State your business!" the gate ordered.

"Harley Quinn! We've captured Harley Quinn and we think Harry Potter, too!" Scabior said.

At this, someone came out from the Manor, someone with dark hair and eyes and a prominent bust.

Greyback yanked my hair, forcing me to look up into Bellatrix's eyes.

"Bring them in, and get Draco!" Bellatrix ordered. "He will tell us if this is the real Harley Quinn…or suffer the Dark Lord's…displeasure." she added with a croon.

At this, I started to struggle. "You won't touch him!" I grunted.

"Or what, little baby?" Bellatrix soothed mockingly, brushing my hair from my face. "You'll set your little coven on me?"

I glared at her with a sneer as I was cut loose from the rest and dragged off into Malfoy Manor, the coven being dragged behind me.

"Let go of me!" I ordered, sounding angry to hide my obvious fear.

Bellatrix's sharp nails dug into my neck, breaking the skin and sending blood flowing down my back, staining my t-shirt. I was pissed. That was my favourite baggy shirt!

But it wasn't the time to care about that. I was worried about my own life.

Bellatrix knocked on a door and I heard Lucius Malfoy's voice from the inside.

"Enter."

Bellatrix walked in, dragging me with her. "Where's your son and daughter?" she demanded.

Wait a minute…daughter? Since when did that dick have a daughter? The only one that Draco had been captured with was…Mel!

Did that mean…that Melody Anne Diamond really wasn't a Diamond at all? Was her real name Melody Anne Malfoy?

"What's this, then?" Malfoy asked, standing up.

"The Snatchers claim they've captured Harley Quinn's coven, and seeing as Draco was a member for a spell, I think he'll be able to completely ensure this is her."

Malfoy grinned evilly and called for a house elf.

"Get Draco in the drawing room…now." Malfoy ordered.

The house elf bowed and Apparated away as the coven was thrown in, Harry still swollen-faced as they were thrown face first.

"Untie the goblin and half blood and put them in the cellar." Bellatrix ordered, digging her nails into my neck deeper

Greyback untied the goblin and Dean, making Drosie uneasy. Dean whispered something to her before he was thrown down the stairs and Greyback locked it.

"DEAN!" Drosie screamed.

"Glimmer, no!" I hissed under my breath as the elf came back with Draco and I was forced to my knees by Bellatrix.

I started to struggle. "I told you to let go of me, you evil hag!" I spat.

Bellatrix let go of my neck, letting the blood flow more free from the five wounds she created and she grabbed my hair, pulling it hard and earning a grunt from me.

"I see she's a fighter." Lucius smirked.

"Why am I here, Father?" Draco demanded, sounding curious but his eyes said he knew exactly why he was there.

"The Snatchers claim to have found Harley Quinn." Bellatrix said.

I started laughing. "Me? Harley Quinn?" I asked. "HA! You're as stupid as you are poorly dressed." I said.

Bellatrix growled and grabbed both my wrists in one hand, still holding my hair and yanking on it.

"Fuck!" I swore, earning a loud, stinging, echoing smack across the face.

"You dare swear in this room, you little Undesirable?" Bellatrix hissed. "Draco, come here, now!"

"DON'T TALK TO HIM LIKE THAT!" I shouted, earning another smack across the face, both cheeks now flaming red.

"Don't you talk to me like that, you little Mudblood loving bitch!" Bellatrix hissed in my ear as Lucius forced Draco down to where I was to look at me. "Draco, tell me, is this Harley Quinn?"

Draco and I locked eyes and Draco shook his head. "I can't be sure."

"Look at her, then, you idiot!" Bellatrix snapped.

"I am!" Draco snapped back, earning a slap across the face from his father.

"Don't…you…dare…slap…him!" I snarled, fighting to stand up as Draco was scolded by his father.

"Don't you talk to your aunt that way!" Lucius spat as Bellatrix pinned me down. "Now answer her question, is this little bitch Harley Quinn?"

Draco, cupping his face locked eyes with me before standing up. "It's not her." he said. "Her eyes are the wrong shade of blue."

Bellatrix growled. "Other than the eyes, is she Harley Quinn!?" she hissed.

"I just told you, you nutcase, it isn't her!" Draco said angrily.

Bellatrix growled and grabbed my brother, still holding me by the hair. "Is this Harry Potter?" she asked, Draco following her as she jammed his glasses back on.

"I…I can't be sure." Draco said, placing a hand on my shoulder. To anyone else, it looked like he was using me for leverage to look down at my brother, but Harry, Hermione, Ivy, Draco and I knew. It was a gesture used to say he was still on our side. "What's wrong with his face?"

"Yes, what is wrong with his face?" Bellatrix asked Greyback.

"Found him like that." Greyback said. "Said it was something he picked up in the forest."

"Or a Stinging Hex." Bellatrix cackled triumphantly, grabbing my arm and digging her nails in. "Was it you, dear?" she asked, turning to Hermione. "Or was it our pretty little Harley Quinn wannabe? Or both?" Bellatrix asked. "Give me their wands, we'll see what their last spells were."

She was just about to take my wand when she saw the sword of Gryffindor lying next to Scabior. "What's this?" she asked.

"A sword." Hermione said, surprisingly rudely

"Found it in their tent, reckon it's mine now." Scabior said.

Bellatrix instantly grabbed her own wand, Stunning every Snatcher that moved.

"Draco, send these vermin out into the courtyard, if you don't have the balls to finish them off, leave them for me!" Bellatrix ordered, snarling at Draco.

"Don't you order him around like-" I started before Bellatrix slammed me into the wall.

"Take her coven down to the cellar!" Bellatrix ordered, waving her wand and untying Hermione, grabbing her and slamming her next to me. "I'd like to have a little talk with these two mouthy little brats. Girl to girl!"

Hermione and I looked to each other.

"Oh…Skinner." Hermione and I whispered together as Bellatrix threw me to the ground, drawing a dagger.

"If you want to save your little friend from being next, tell me how you got into my Gringotts vault." Bellatrix hissed.

I growled, spitting up at her. "I stole nothing from you, bitch, you've got nothing I want." I told her.

Bellatrix growled, drawing her wand. "You shouldn't have done that." she said, pointing it at me. "Crucio!"

I screamed, arching my back as I was tortured. I could hear Alvaro screaming my name from down in the cellar as Ron screamed for Hermione.

I panted when Bellatrix lifted the curse off me, glaring down at me. "Now, tell me…how did you get into my vault!"

"I didn't get into your vault!" I shouted. "We found that sword!"

Bellatrix snarled and cursed me again.

…

Two hours later, I was panting from the effort not to lose consciousness, Bellatrix poised over me with her dagger in hand.

"Now, stop playing hero and tell me, what else did you take from my vault!" she screamed at me.

I had cracked and was sobbing at this point. "N-Nothing…p-please!" I pleaded as Bellatrix started engraving something into my arm as Lucius did the same to Hermione.

I screamed, my arm tensing as blood flowed. She was writing into my skin! She was writing something into my skin!

When she took the dagger away from my arm, it was to mine and Draco's horror that she had written Traitor into my arm.

I blinked back tears as Bellatrix forced me to my feet, dragging me off into another room and binding me to the wall, ripping my shirt off.

"Last chance, girl." Bellatrix said, taking a whip into her hands. "What did you take from my vault?" she hissed.

"N-Nothing!" I screamed, struggling against my bonds as Bellatrix lashed me for the first time.

…

Draco POV

Father left Madge unconscious on the floor and drew up to me.

"Check on the other captives." he ordered as I heard the crack of a whip and Hannah's screaming.

I closed my eyes, grabbing my wand (and the others' wands when Father wasn't looking) and went in to spring the coven.

"Step back, back against the wall, move it or I'll kill you!" I said, trying to sound convincing.

Everyone had somehow been untied, up against the wall.

"YOU TRAITOR!" Diamond shouted, tackling me. "What are you doing to Hannah up there!?"

"Gale, get the fuck off me, I'm springing you lot!" I said, holding up their wands and handing them to her.

"Springing us?" Luna Lovegood said, her eyes widened.

"Yes, Lovegood, I'm springing you, I've been good the whole time I was here!" I said, looking up as Bellatrix and Father smirked.

"We figured as much." they said, tossing Granger down into Weasley's arms and Mel into mine and slamming the door, locking it.

Immediately afterwards, we heard Hannah start screaming again.

I handed my newfound sister to Potter, running to the door and pounding on it. "HANNAH! HANNAH!" I screamed.

"Malfoy, calm yourself!" Blaise said, pulling me away from the door as Hannah's scream mixed with Bellatrix's.

"How am I supposed to do that!?" I asked, giving the door one last punch. "HANNAH!" I screamed as I was dragged down, Potter shouting.

"Help! We're locked in the cellar of Malfoy Manor!"

"Potter, there's no way shouting into a mirror can help!" I told him before hearing a crack and turning around. "Dobby?" I said, eyebrows raised.

There, standing by the door, was my old house elf Dobby.

"M-Master D-Draco!" Dobby said, stepping back.

"Dobby, Malfoy's on our side!" Potter said. "Look, we need your help-" Potter was cut off with another scream from Hannah.

At this, another house elf appeared…an old one with wrinkled skin and wearing what looked like the locket Horcrux around his neck.

"Kreacher!" Potter gasped.

"Mistress's in trouble, Kreacher came as soon as Kreacher could." the elf said.

"You two can Apparate!" Potter said. "In and out of here?"

The elves nodded.

"Take the coven, Luna, Dean and the goblin." Potter ordered. "Somewhere safe and secluded."

"Bill and Fleur's cottage!" Weasley said, holding an unconscious Granger. "Shell Cottage. We're sure to be safe there!"

"There. And Kreacher, I order you back to Hogwarts." Potter added.

Kreacher snarled and gave a reluctant bow.

At this, Dobby and Kreacher grabbed everyone in the cellar bar Potter and I and Disapparated.

"Ok, now we need to get the hell out of here." Potter said.

"I'm not going anywhere without Hannah!" I said as the door opened.

Down came Pettigrew, his silver hand giving him away. Now that the door was open, Hannah's screams' volume increased tenfold.

He looked around the dungeon and grabbed Potter by the throat in his silver hand and me by the jacket with his normal hand, constricting Potter's throat and strangling him.

"So, this is how it ends, Wormtail?" Potter rasped. "After I saved you from Azkaban, you're going to kill me? After you betrayed my parents, this is how the score's settled? You owe me, Wormtail. And you owe my sister."

Pettigrew's watery little eyes widened as slowly, ever so slowly, he let Potter and I go.

But as quick as he did, his silver hand went to his own throat, strangling himself.

"What's going on?" I asked Potter.

"That hand was a gift from You-Know-Who after Pettigrew used his other hand to resurrect your old master." Potter said. "It must have sensed the mercy Pettigrew felt and now he's going to be killed!"

At this, Pettigrew started turning blue, his eyes rolling back into his head as he collapsed, gave one final twitch and fell still.

"What was that, Wormtail!?" Bellatrix hissed.

"Nothing!" Potter rasped in a good imitation of the Death Eater dead at my feet. "All fine!"

I nicked Pettigrew's wand and whatever money was in his pockets before Potter and I ran up the stairs to get Hannah and get the hell out of there.

"You get Hannah, I'll get the Death Eaters distracted." Potter said.

I nodded, the door closed.

"We bust it down on three." Potter said, drowned out by Hannah screaming again.

"Three!" I shouted, starting for the door.

"No!" Potter said, hearing someone collapse to the floor.

"Three!" I shouted again. "They're killing her in there!" I whispered.

"Wait for the silence." Potter said.

We waited for Hannah's screaming to fade to nothing.

"Now, we count to three." Potter said. "Ready?"

"Been ready since I was tricked in here." I said.

"ONE, TWO, THREE!" Potter and I shouted together, busting the door down and pointing our wands at respective Death Eaters, me at my father, Potter at Bellatrix.

"Ah, ah, ah, Draco." Bellatrix smirked, lifting a now-unconscious Hannah and holding a dagger against her throat. "Make one more move, she dies."

My eyes turned to her, looking at the damage that the crazy bitch had done.

She had one slash across her face, but otherwise, her face was spared from whatever hell she had been through.

Her clothes were torn and blood stained her shirt at every angle, blood splatter all over her jeans as I made out the word Traitor engraved into her left forearm.

I growled, turning my wand to my aunt.

"Ah, ah, you don't want her pretty little throat slit, do you?" Bellatrix asked, pressing the dagger into the only expanse of flesh left on Hannah that was still pale and not bloodstained, beads of blood staining the perfection of her throat.

Suddenly, I heard someone cutting the chandelier above us. Potter and I looked upand found Dobby sawing the chain of the chandelier.

Potter and I dove out of the way as it fell, watching the crash knock Father and Bellatrix to the floor. Bellatrix involuntarily shielded Hannah from any severe cuts from the glass.

Dobby jumped and grabbed Bellatrix's attention, giving me time to run and grab Hannah, starting to drag her out from under my aunt.

My aunt clutched her tighter when she knew what I was doing, glaring at Dobby. "You evil little monkey! You could've killed me!"

"Dobby didn't mean to kill." Dobby said as Bellatrix forced herself up, still clutching Hannah within an inch of her life. "Dobby just meant to maim…or seriously injure." with this said, Dobby yanked Bellatrix's wand out of her hand.

"You little…!" Bellatrix screamed. "How dare you take your mistress's wand?" "Dobby has no master! Dobby is a free elf!" Dobby said defiantly.

"Well, soon her throat will be free, as well, if I don't get my wand back." Bellatrix said, pressing her dagger deeper into Hannah's skin, dangerously close to her jugular vein.

Potter growled, pointing his wand at Bellatrix as I did the same to my father. "STUPEFY!" we shouted together.

Father collapsed and Bellatrix dodged, still holding her dagger but dropping Hannah.

I bent down and picked her up quickly, grabbing my aunt's wand.

"Let's get out of here!" I shouted, Dobby grabbing Potter and I and Disapparating just as my aunt threw her dagger at us.

Instantly, I felt Dobby's hand clench against mine as I steadied Hannah.

When we could breathe again, I smelt the salt air of the sea and saw waves crashing against rocks.

But I didn't care at the moment. I ripped my cloak off and laid Hannah down in it as Potter shouted out.

"Malfoy!"

I whipped around and saw that Dobby was lying in Potter's arms, Bellatrix's dagger deep in his chest.

"Dobby!" Potter and I said together, me taking the dagger from Dobby's chest, paling at the gaping wound. He was done for.

"Master Draco…see to Hannah Potter." Dobby said weakly.

I nodded. "I will." I said. "Dobby…I…" I swallowed. "I should have treated you better."

"Dobby still would have had the same treatment from Master…it isn't Master Draco's fault." Dobby whispered.

"Go see to Hannah." Potter ordered.

I nodded, going back to where Hannah laid and paling.

She was deathly pale and cold. I shook my head. She couldn't be dead. Not now that the wizard world needed her the most.

Thank god for small miracles. Just as I was about to start planning how to tell Potter that she was dead, she gave a soft groan.

I sighed in relief. She was alive.

At this I heard Weasley and Blaise behind me. "How is she?" they asked.

I looked up. "She's lost a lot of blood but she's alive." I said.

"But only just." Blaise said.

I nodded.

"Here, I'll take her in." Weasley said, lifting her up and carrying her off, me following her.

Delacour gasped when Ron came in carrying her and her husband slammed me into the wall, his wand in my face. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" he demanded.

"Bill, Bill, Malfoy's in the coven." Weasley said. "He's changed, just like Zabini, believe it or not most of the coven are Slytherins."

Weasley's brother let me go as his wife started fussing over Hannah. "What happened to 'er?"

"They tortured her in the Manor." I said monotonously. "They thought that she had stolen something from my aunt's Gringotts vault."

Delacour gasped. "Ron, take 'er to Bill's and my room, tout de suite. Bill, get ze Dittany out of 'Ermione's backpack, now. Zabini, do you 'ave blood replenishing potion in your-?" "I do." I said, digging in my bag that I kept in my pocket. (Hannah was right, Undetectable Extension Charm…smart thing.) and pulling out the bottle. "A few drops should do the trick."

"Here's hoping you're right." Weasley said as he swept Hannah from the room.

…

A few hours later, I was a nervous wreck. Nobody had told me how Hannah was doing and I hadn't seen her since Weasley took her from the sitting room. Mel was sitting in my lap, crying from what she had been through. My father had been a monster. He had taken her out of our room and beat her and do…not so noble things.

Potter came in, handing a spade back to Weasley's older brother.

"What were you doing?" I asked.

"Digging a grave." Potter said

I paled.

"Not for Hannah, you twit!" Potter said, making me sigh in relief. "For Dobby. Dobby died." I paled again. I knew that the elf was a goner, but it was still a blow. He had possibly saved Hannah's life.

Weasley instantly came back into the sitting room. "She's fine."

"Oh, thank God." Potter and I said together, relief flooding through my head. She was alive.

"We'll deal with Dobby," Potter said, standing up and taking a now-calmed Mel. "you go see Hannah. Join us when she feels up to it."

I smirked, standing as the coven left. Boyfriends rule.

I followed Delacour into her room, leaning against the doorframe when I saw Hannah.

The little colour she usually had returned to her face, the blood long since cleaned off her skin, though few marks were left in the wake of her torture.

There was still a little cut of dried blood, and they couldn't get the Traitor completely healed over yet, either. But all in all she was fine, the moonlight hitting her face as she slept.

As quickly as I closed the door, she stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she sat up, taking in her surroundings, stopping at me, eyes wide with obvious shock.

Before anything else could be said, she had gotten up and jumped into my arms, throwing her arms around my neck as I took half a step back to keep from falling at this sudden burst of energy.

Smirking, I cupped her chin and kissed her softly, tightening my grip around her waist, refusing to let her go again, not after what happened.

I picked her up, finally breaking the kiss and staring at her. Her eyes were filled with tears as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Oh, Draco, I was so worried." she whispered, her voice thick.

"As was I." I said, kissing her temple and cradling her to me. "The coven's outside…Dobby's dead."

Hannah gasped. "Dobby?" she whispered.

"Yeah, he's the one who got us out of there." I said. "Bellatrix killed him."

Hannah looked down, flushing. "Poor elf." she said.

"Come on, they're burying him now." I said, leading her outside.

…

Hannah POV

By the time we got down to the garden, Harry had laid Dobby in his grave.

Everyone sighed in relief as I conjured up a rose, laying it in Dobby's hand as Draco picked Mel up.

"I just finished thanking Dobby, if there's anything you want to say, Hannah." Luna said, turning to me.

I swallowed. "Uh…me?" I asked.

"Yes, you, stupid!" Mel said, rolling her eyes.

I gulped, biting my lip. "Uh…I honestly have no idea what to say…I'm no good at goodbyes."

"Do Slughorn's thing." Harry muttered to me.

"Honestly, that was a farewell for a dead spider!" I hissed.

"Modify it." Harry shrugged.

I swallowed. "Ok…um…Dobby was the king of house elves, and the poster boy for Hermione's Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare…" I started. "A courageous elf to the bitter end, he ended his life saving me and Harry and Draco, and for that, I'll be forever grateful. He was not the first to die for the destruction of the Dark Lord, he won't be the last, but he will be the most memorable, although I wasn't conscious for the actual stabbing." I said, earning a few chuckles as I tossed another few roses into Dobby's grave. "I'll be forever grateful to you, Dobby." I finished as Hermione wrapped her arms around me as Ron wrapped an arm around her.

"You two were bloody brilliant down there." Ron said, him and Draco wrapping an arm around me. "How did you two manage to not crack as they tortured you up there?"

I grinned, shrugging. "Iron will." I said.

"Besides, it was Lucius Malfoy." Hermione chided, rolling her eyes. "He's the only Death Eater that could manage to get beat up by a girl."

I snorted. "That's a valid point." I said.

Harry turned to me, hugging me. "Ron, Hermione, Ivy, come on, we got stuff to do. Hannah, you go get some sleep."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you were told!" Harry said sternly.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Fine." I said.

Draco smirked. "I'll take her to bed."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'll-"

"Harry, if you're making me go to bed, I'm going with Draco." I said, crossing my arms. I could play hardball, too.

"Ok, ok, go nuts." Harry said, laughing. "But not too nuts!" he added on a serious note before going into the house.

"Come on." Draco said, picking me up.

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me to his room, where Mel was sleeping on the other bed.

Draco laid me down and brushed hair from my face, kissing my forehead as he laid next to me, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

I sighed contently, leaning into him. He was safe. Yes, I know I said that when he first came to the coven, but he was kidnapped by Death Eaters. I think I had the right to worry and freak over him and Melody!

"Do me a favour, Hannah." Draco whispered as I was close to falling asleep.

"What?" I asked sleepily.

"Don't use heroics with the Death Eaters…ever again." Draco murmured. "I can't think of what Bellatrix will do to you if you mouth off to her again."

I sighed. "I won't." I whispered, going to sleep.