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Whatever I'd landed smelled like absolute shit. I sat up with a groan, my head shifting around to take in the scene. We had indeed landed just outside of my late aunt's garden. It had always looked overgrown and disgusting, like whatever attempted to enter would die an excruciatingly terrifying death, but I'd never seen the weeds as tall as they were now. They had grown to tower over the rest of the yard, and umbrella-d the rest of the plants in long sad strands that hung like the branches of a weeping willow.

"Draco…" Granger was sitting up, staring cautiously at the weeds. She turned and found my eyes, and I could see the slight trace of fear behind her Gryffindor courage that she'd plastered over top. "Is that the…?"

"The widow weed," Longbottom whispered, pulling the Hufflepuff into his side and aiming his want to the garden, though his eyes bore into mine with a determination that paled my own. "The Boomslang's favorite plant to live on."

"Does it usually grow to be that large?" Little Red gulped, tightening her grip on Potter's arm.

I shrugged as nonchalantly as I could pull off, but had to swallow back the lump of dread in the back of my throat. "Only when they belong to my crazy bitch of an aunt and her basterd husband."

I felt a hand grab my elbow and looked down at the dainty fingers. My eyes followed up the arm to Granger's face. I followed my first instinct and grabbed her fingers in mine, pulling them to my lips and kissing them slightly. A small smile appeared, lighting up the world for only a moment, before disappearing again into a straight line. "Let's do this."

Mother walked to the front of the group. Her features looked dark, reminding me of the days of the Dark Lord's stay in our home. It had been a time of despair, and my mother had coped by training herself to be emotionless and dark, mirroring the rest of the house. She glanced over at Granger and I and nodded. "Noxatra root. Now." Everyone shoved the weed into their mouths. The second it touched my tongue I wanted to wretch, but I swallowed the sour grass down with as much force as I could muster. Granger's hand slipped down to mine and she squeezed it for a second. Her face was puckered as if she'd just eaten a whole lemon and I held back a snort of laughter at the sight.

With that, we moved to the house, wands at the ready. With surprising stealth and silence, we made it to the garden's rusted black gate with no problem. I pulled it open with ease and with Granger in tow, stepped in.

It was pitch black, though none of us dared to cast a light for fear of being caught. The plan was to get as far in as we could without a fight. I could see the faint glow of candlelight through the dirty window I knew belonged to the living quarters of the home. The faint outline of my uncle could be seen, and beside him stood who I assumed was one of his death eater cronies. We approached it slowly and when I felt we were close enough, I pulled Granger to stand close to me behind the trunk of an abnormally large Widow weed.

"Do you recognize the man with Rodolphus?" She whispered, her palms pressed against my chest as my hands wrapped themselves around her back.

I shook my head. "He's not even slightly familiar. Do you know, Mother?"

My mother leaned back from behind the bush across the way from Granger and I to peer into the window. She frowned for a moment in concentration, the deflated to sit on the ground in a huff. "I don't know him."

Potter poked out from behind a nearby shrub. "Are there many Death Eaters you wouldn't recognize, Malfoy?"

"A fair few, but not many that would be acquainted with my uncle." I said, watching a larger green snake slither down the path, clearly avoiding the group.

One of the twins popped out from behind Potter. "Could he be recruiting more?"

The other followed suit. "Because if that's the case,"

"We're in way over our heads." They finished together.

I looked down at Granger and her eyebrows lowered to match my own frustration. "I don't think anyone is stupid enough to join a group as wanted as the Death Eaters," She started.

I shook my head. "You'd be surprised. There are plenty of idiots willing to throw their necks under the ax for the group." Everyone visibly shivered at the thought.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement and turned in time to watch the two men stand from their seats and move to a door I recognized to lead to the basement. I waved to the group to follow me and grabbed Granger's hand again, pulling her behind me to the door.

The door opened easily and upon entering, the only sounds I could hear were those of the groups footsteps as they shuffled to the indoors. The Weasley parents moved to the front with my mother. Father Weasley looked down at me with a look that could have been interpreted to be friendly. "Lead the way, Mister Malfoy."

I approached the door and opened it, cringing at the slight creak. We walked down the stair, weary that this could be it. The basement was small, and it was around this next corner that we'd see what my Uncle was doing down there.

As soon as I hit the second to last step, I took one last deep breath with a careful glance at Granger. She smiled back at me as if to say "Here we go".

The chaos that followed was deafening. The room was crowded with hooded men and women. Most I recognized, usually too late as I was cursing them to a paralyzed state.

Everyone I was working with had turned to full battle mode. A chorus of spells and curses lit the room in a firework – like explosion of colors that blinded most that weren't as deeply concentrated. I heard a yelp and turned my head in time to see Hufflepuff be picked up by Longbottom and Thomas, while Finnigan threw many bright spells at the Death Eater they fought. I knew by the fighting technique that they were against Crabbe Sr., one of my father's old friends as well as my old school acquaintance's father. He tumbled to the ground and stared un blinking at the ceiling in the body bind curse.

Granger and I took down five death eaters on our own, but I'd had yet to find my uncle until a silver flash in the corner caught my eye. He stood there, a slow grin spreading across his features when our eyes locked. I ran to him, painfully ignoring Grangers yells for me to stop and wait for her. Everything in me told me to keep going, to kill this man who had ruined my life, attempted to kill both Granger and I, as well as kidnapping her best friend.

"I believe we have some unfinished business, Rodolphus!" I yelled over the noise. The volume decreased immensely after. I'd caught the attention of everyone in the room and most had mistakenly stopped to watch. I smirked as the remaining death eaters fell to the ground in paralysis.

Rodolphus smiled back, bearing his wretched yellow teeth my way. "Indeed."

"Where's Weasley?" I growled.

"Why should I tell you anything, Blood Traitor?"

"Because you'll regret it if you don't."

With surprising speed he stepped close so that my wand poked deep into his neck. "Kill me, Draco." His voice rasped. "kill me like you so desperately want to, but I am the only one who knows the ginger's location…"

"Draco don't."

The words were layered with malice and I turned to see mother's eyes glaring icily into my uncles. He cringed under her stare. "Narcissa, don't you look lovely-"

"Cut the shit, Rodolphus," She spat. She shoved her wand into his temple. "Tell us where the Weasley boy is or I will cause you so much pain…"

Rodulphus whimpered as her wand prodded deeper into his head. "Okay! He's at the mansion! She's got him in the dungeon!" His eyes darkened as they moved to look Granger up and down. I moved to stand in front of her and he grinned. "Better get there quick though, Mudblood. He's DYING to see you."

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