A/N: Here is another chapter for this story. The last chapter was not the end. Everything will be resolved and you shouldn't be left hanging. This is a short chapter, but it leads into a quite enjoyable chapter I think ;) I'm hoping to get a couple of my chapters out before Spring Break is over. Enjoy!

Chapter 25: An Altercation

Draco and Harry left the graveyard a half hour later. They had talked about things that were going on while sitting by Harry's parent's grave as if they were sitting right there with them. Harry felt really good about things. That was until that feeling came back. This time it was a lot stronger and he could feel his leg tingling. He was beginning to wonder if this tingling was similar to Voldemort and his lightning bolt scar. Draco picked up on his change.

"Harry, what is it?" he asked quietly. They didn't want to draw attention to themselves. There were a few more people out and about and they were both scanning their faces to see if they recognized anyone.

"I just have a really bad feeling, Draco. We should probably leave," he whispered.

Draco nodded and he started moving them towards the outskirts of town as quickly as they could. Harry was limping much more now and Draco wondered if he had injured his leg at some point and he missed it. "Is your leg okay?" he asked.

Harry shook his head. "It's tingling a lot. I'm pretty sure that it's like my scar with Voldemort. It would tingle when he was close or thinking about me or he was up to something," Harry replied. Draco glanced around. They were further from the center of town, walking near an abandoned building. The hair on Harry's neck stood on end. Something was most definitely not okay and someone was watching them.

Draco and Harry both let their wands fall into their hands from their wrist holsters. Suddenly, Harry shoved Draco against the building where a pile of bricks were half crumbling from the wall. Harry crouched down next to him in time to see a curse flying overhead. He muttered a string of incantations and a bubble formed around them.

"Draco, we have to get out of here," Harry whispered harshly.

Draco looked around, trying to figure out an escape route. He spotted a broken window and started pulling Harry towards it. He knew that the bubble around them was a protective shield and he also knew that Harry would cast a disillusion charm on it as well. They were relatively safe. Draco pushed Harry up and into the window. As he was preparing to jump up and in as well, he glanced back and did a double take. He was seeing his father, only not quite. He stared a moment too long and was violently pulled into the building as a curse came flying at him. It hit his foot as he fell in and his foot suddenly felt like it was on fire.

"Draco!" Harry cried as Draco hit the floor hard unable to move for a moment. Draco shook his head and stood. He was able to move with his foot burning and followed Harry up the stairs. They quickly moved into a room off the stairs and put as many defensive spells on the door as they could think of to bide themselves some time.

Draco settled on the floor and Harry took his shoe off to look at his foot. "I think it was just a powerful stinging hex," Harry said as he looked it over. The burning sensation had subsided some.

"Yeah, now how in the hell are we going to get out of here?" Draco questioned.

"I'm not sure. There isn't a fireplace in here and I'm not sure how to safely apparate out of here," Harry commented. He stood up and walked over to peek out the window. He was limping quite a bit. They heard movement downstairs. Harry made his way back to Draco who had put his shoe back on and was standing now. They stood in the room, looking around. There was a bed and two nightstands in the room, but that was all.

Suddenly the floor beneath them shook and part of it blasted out beneath them. Harry and Draco cried out and slammed against the wall. They were shaken up, but recovered quickly. They started firing spells down into the hole that had been made from below. They weren't sure if they were hitting anything, but there were a lot of things blasting apart down there. They stopped for a moment and listened. They heard nothing.

Draco started to creep towards the hole to look down when another blast shot from below, taking out the floor beneath Draco. Harry cried out as he saw Draco start to tumble through the hole. He flicked his wand to shield him and cushion his fall. Another blast came beneath them and took out the floor beneath Harry. He managed to shield himself and cushion his fall as he tumbled down to the first floor.

He landed hard, dazed. He shook his head to clear it. He couldn't see Draco anywhere in the rubble. That worried him immensely. What he did see, was the same face from his dream and the night he was injured. "What do you want?" he called out to him. He thought he'd try and talk to the guy and distract him long enough for him to figure out a plan.

"Isn't that obvious by now, Potter?" Malcolm Aubrey questioned.

"Well, yeah, clearly you want me dead. Not really sure why, though," Harry responded. He maintained the shield that was around him and pulled himself to standing, not taking his eyes off of him.

"Do I need a reason?" he responded.

Harry lifted an eyebrow and shrugged. "No, I suppose not, but considering if you're caught and you've killed me, there will be no saving you," Harry replied.

"That's the thing though; no one is going to know that Malcolm Aubrey, the real Malcolm Aubrey, killed the illustrious Harry Potter. Anyone who has seen this real me is dead or will be soon enough. So really, it doesn't matter," Aubrey replied.

"Enlighten me," Harry responded. He caught the sight of movement behind Aubrey, but didn't acknowledge it. Aubrey was too busy being an imbecile to realize that Draco was most definitely not down and out.

Aubrey sighed in a dramatic way. "There are many reasons why I want you dead, Potter. First of all, you killed the only real leader we could have had. Second of all, you're held so high in the Wizarding World that it makes me want to hurl myself off the London Bridge. Thirdly, you think you're the answer to everyone's problems. And lastly, I just don't like you. If the Wizarding World is going to be the way it should be, you can't exist any longer. It's as simple as that," he explained.

Harry frowned. "Well, technically, I didn't kill Voldemort. I just happened to take away everything that was keeping him alive and the wand I was using deflected his own killing curse that he shot at me, so he killed himself, not me. I don't decide what others think of me. They will think whatever they want. Hurling yourself off the London Bridge has its positives, but I'm not one for wishing death on another. I don't think I can solve everyone's problems. I just happen to be good at solving the ones I can. And frankly, I don't care if you don't like me," he replied calmly.

Aubrey narrowed his gaze and lifted his wand. "And now you're just irritating me," he said in a scathing tone.

"Stupefy!" Draco cried out from behind Aubrey. He had no chance to respond as the spell hit him in the back. He fell over, flat on his face.

"Incarcerous!" Harry yelled as chains shot from his wand and wrapped around Aubrey tightly.

Draco rushed over to Harry, lifting him off the ground in a tight hug. "Are you alright?" he asked as he looked Harry over.

Harry nodded. "I'm fine. Let's get out of here. It looks like you need some attention to your arm," Harry said as he gestured to Draco's arm.

Draco glanced down and noticed he had a deep gash from his shoulder to his elbow. He frowned. He hadn't noticed it until that moment. He nodded at Harry and they left the house quickly, moving as fast as they could for the closest apparition point. Once they arrived, Harry took off his coat and removed his shirt to wrap it tightly around Draco's arm so they could slow the bleeding. He put his coat back on and took hold of Draco's good arm and apparated them back to Grimmauld. Harry had a feeling that they had not beat Malcolm Aubrey completely, just this battle.