By now you'd know that I'd come for you
No one but you, yes I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you
~I'd Come for You by Nickelback
Chapter 28
Something bad had happened, Draco could feel it. He paced back and forth, waiting for Hermione to come back, even though he knew that she wouldn't.
"Daddy?" he heard. He forced himself to calm down and not be the kind of father that his had been.
"Yes, Scorpius?" He said, crouching down to eyelevel.
"Is it true that Hermione has two babies now?" he asked. Draco smiled slightly. "It is."
"When can I see them?"
"Soon," he said. "As soon as Hermione gets back, okay?" Scorpius nodded.
"Okay." He wandered away. Draco watched his son in worry. This war could take everything from him. Scorpius, Hermione, even his mother.
"Whipped, mate," Blaise said, walking up behind him.
"Are you not at all worried about Luna?" He snapped. Blaise gave him a long look.
"Mate, I've never been so terrified. But I know that I need to hold myself together. Panicking won't make them appear." He said. Draco looked down.
"Something bad has happened," he said. "I can feel it."
"We just have to wait. Maybe they'll come soon," Blaise said. Draco smiled weakly. He appreciated the effort, but he knew that Blaise was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince Draco.
Harry walked in.
"You look horrible," Blaise said to him.
"I can't get a read on Ginny. I have no clue where she is. Tracking spells won't work." Blaise and Draco exchanged a significant look. Just then, the flames in the fireplace flared green and Bellatrix waltzed out. Draco lunged at her but was held back by Harry and Blaise.
Bellatrix laughed before turning an affronted look on her nephew.
"I've been gone for years, and that's the welcome I get? If I didn't know better, I'd say that you hadn't missed me at all," she said. Draco struggled against his friends' hold on him.
"Where is she?" He yelled. "Where's Hermione?"
"Oh, the mudblood? She's being taken care of, don't you worry."
"What did you do with her?" He snarled, going so calm that he almost appeared to be an angry statue of a vengeful angel. He felt the grip Blaise had on him tighten. He resisted the urge to smirk. Blaise really did know him too well. His aunt's eyes narrowed.
"If I didn't know better Draco, I'd say you had feelings for the little mudblood harlot. Do tell me I'm wrong. That would beā¦most unfortunate for both of you," she said.
"I haven't cared what you said in years, dearest aunt. Now tell me what you did to her," he said. His voice was low and dangerous, knocking the smirk off even his aunt's face.
"I haven't done anything," she said.
"Like hell you haven't. If you weren't behind her disappearance, then I'm a pink fluffy unicorn," he said flatly. Bellatrix sighed dramatically.
"I'm wounded that you don't seem to trust me, little nephew. I haven't laid a hand on her," she said. Then she smirked. "I had my minions take care of that."
"Where is she?" He asked, just as deadly. He was going to kill his aunt. He really was.
"Why would I tell you that?" She asked. Draco looked at her flatly.
"Because I know that you've wanted me dead since I couldn't kill Dumbledore and this is your chance," he said bluntly, shocking her. Then she laughed.
"Fine," she said. "Come get your little mudblood in the place where it all began."
Then she flood away.
"The manor," he said flatly once she was gone. "They've taken them to the manor."
"Well then let's go," Harry said. Draco looked at him like he had three heads.
"Are you daft? We can't just barge into a place filled with Death Eaters without a plan, or at least training. They'd massacre us. No, if we want to save the girls, we have to wait, as much as it hurts to say that. But we're no use to them dead."
Harry had to admit that it was true, no matter how badly he didn't want to believe it.
The next thing Draco knew, they were all gathered around in the dining room, except for Narcissa and Scorpius. Harry was pacing angrily, trying to think of a plan, and Draco was ready to hex him. He was nervous enough as it is. He didn't need Potter adding to that. Besides, wasn't Potter supposed to be the Fearless Leader? He wondered how they ever survived fighting Voldemort. It must have been all Hermione.
"I trust that everyone in here has experience with dueling?" Draco asked, taking the attention away from Potter, who visibly relaxed. He rolled his eyes.
Everyone gave an affirmative answer, and Draco counted his numbers. They might be evenly matched in numbers with the Death Eaters, if they were lucky. But Draco tended to be a very unlucky person, so he would have to prepare for the worst.
"Can someone summon the Aurors and the MLE squad?" He asked. George left the room to do that.
"They're going to be the second wave," he said. "Reinforcements. We're going to need them."
"Everyone, go practice fighting. I'm sure that you can find places to duel somewhere in here, and if you need to, you can extend a room," he said. Everyone started to file out, including Potter, who looked lost.
"Not you, Potter," he said. "I need to talk to you."
The black haired man looked confused but obeyed. Draco slapped him across the face.
"Pull yourself together! You're Harry bloody Potter for Merlin's sake! Get your head out of your arse and help me here! This isn't helping Ginny. You need to be the Fearless Leader to help Ginny. I'm not cut out for this shite," he said. Potter looked at him wide-eyed. Draco slapped him again, finally getting through to him. Potter shook his head.
"Better now?" He asked with a sarcastic smirk. Potter nodded.
"Was that necessary?" He asked, reaching a hand up to rub his face.
"Yes. Not only have I wanted to do that for years, but it snapped you out of your shock. Now get in there and help them train! We're going to need to be on the top of our game if we want to save the girls." To his shock, the other man obeyed. Draco smirked to himself.
Well done, Draco, he thought to himself. Then he followed Potter into the room where the others had gone. If he was going to kill his aunt, he needed to be clearheaded, focused, and quick.
Yeah, all right. Let's see you be clearheaded when you have Hermione fighting with you, a nasty voice in his mind said. He nicely told the voice to stuff it.
When they were dueling as well as he figured they could and the professionals had arrived, he sighed and explained what was going to happen.
"Now let's go kill some Death Eaters," he said with grim determination.
