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Blood Is Thicker Than Tears

Chapter Fifty-Two

Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong, And no one understands you...

Harry sat motionless on the dirty ground, his eyes glued to the rocks in front of him and his heart beating so quickly it sounded like just one loud thump in his ears. His breathing had practically stopped, because he was holding it though, not because of excruciating pain on his chest as he first suspected. His body wasn't hurt in the least, he couldn't feel a single pain anywhere. Which more scared him than anything. While he should've been jumping for joy, he was too confused to understand what was happening. They felt each other's pain, more so than the actual person feeling it. They shared a soul, meaning that if he were to be hurt badly or die, then Harry would surely die, and vice versa. So then what changed? The rocks weren't moving, Draco wasn't laughing at them with amusement or appearing from behind having apparated.

Standing up on shaky legs, Harry stared at the mound in front of him, slowly shaking his head. He felt something in his hand, something solid. Looking down, he was greeted with the sight of the Slytherin Locket, staring up at him and glinting slightly in the street lights. Stuffing it in his pocket, finding that he was really more worried about his brother than the horcrux, he began running toward the pile where Draco had been, but Ron yanked him back.

Turning around, he felt his face curl angrily and opened his mouth to yell something. However, upon seeing that Ron was grimacing, with his eyes set behind him, he turned. He had forgotten all about the Death Eater's standing there, which was odd given that Lucius was the one who had caused Draco's problem just minutes ago. Staring at the cold eyes of the man who beat and abused his brother, he felt the need to murder him rise up again. "You," he spat, his voice low and vicious. "This is all your fault."

"Thank you for the credit that was long overdue," he replied snidely. His eyes looked down at him, over his rather large nose, to stare at him as if he were something he had just found the dog dragged in.

Harry felt his chest heave, felt his face flush with anger. "It's because of you that I never had my brother growing up," he yelled, his eyes darkening. "It's because of you that he had to go to St. Mungo's at least twice a year. It's all your fault Narcissa is dead!" Shaking his head, he stepped forward, vaguely noticing that the ground was quaking beneath him. "You're the reason that Draco died; twice. You're the problem; the man who ruins everything. For me, for Draco, for every single person you come in contact with," he shouted, clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth. "Were it not for you, none of this would've happened!"

"Are you quite done with your temper tantrum?" he asked, though his eyes deceived him as he looked around.

The streetlights exploded, sending glass and sparks all over. The cars on the street suddenly fell down some, when the tires all flattened on them. All but Draco's anyway, it wasn't effected in the least. The windows in the vehicles around them shattered, a loud cracking noise sounded around them. The pavement suddenly broke open, chunks of it lifting up in a jagged fashion.

Breathing heavily, Harry's head tipped forward slightly before he raised it to stare at the man in front of him. His eyes had darkened to show just how completely pissed off he was, and how far he was willing to take it. "You," he screamed. "You took my brother from me," he said, shaking his head. "You ruined whatever life he could've had. You made him out to be this cruel person like you. You broke him down every minute when he didn't deserve it." Swallowing, he sneered at him viciously. "You were supposed to be his father," he continued. "To treat him like a son, to love him, to give him the things he needed-"

"I gave him what he needed, " Lucius interrupted, trying to put up a strong front. "Discipline, rules, money, power, intelligence," he listed, stepping forward to meet Harry head on. "He wouldn't be half of what he is today were it not for me!"

"No," Harry yelled up at his face. "You didn't do anything to shape him, nothing to make him who he is. Narcissa did; she was the one who kept him from being like you. She stopped him from becoming this evil, dark, bastard. Because of her, he's not anything like what you wanted him to be." Swallowing, he stared up at him through slitted eyes. "And I thank Merlin everyday that he had her, because if he hadn't I would've had to kill him like I'll so gladly do to you."

"You?" he asked, laughing. "Do you really believe that you are capable of killing me, Harry bloody Potter?" he queried, sneering. "You hate me, yes. You want me to pay for what I did to my son, so you think you can possibly get rid of the evil man now?" Shaking his head, Lucius tipped his chin and cocked his brow. "You are nothing but a pitiful excuse for a wizard, a little boy with a stick having a tantrum."

"No Malfoy," Harry said, lowly. "I'm the boy-who-lived, the boy whose going to make sure that you become the bastard-who-died." Staring up at him calmly, he smirked. "Painfully."

A flicker of fear passed over his eyes but he quickly disguised it. "And you're going to take on all of us," he asked, gesturing to the Death Eater's behind him.

"No," Harry said, shaking his head. "Just you."

"But you have a final War to participate in," he reminded, lifting one thin, blonde eyebrow. "My Lord will not take likely to my killing you before he can."

"I wonder how he's going to feel when you arrive at his feet, cut up in little pieces," Harry told him, calmly.

"That's a rather disgusting way of putting it," Lucius said, frowning.

"You're a disgusting man, Malfoy," Harry told him, his shoulders stiffening. "The punishment must fit the crime." Shaking his head, he glared. "It's only too bad that I don't have a dungeon, or a blood sucking plant, or even a fireplace to throw you at."

Swallowing slightly, Lucius stared at him unamused. "Well then, be the hero and do as you so kindly put it. Cut me up into little pieces, because this conversation is getting old," he replied, glowering. "I have business to attend to. So let's see your little show of power before I manage to get your wand from you and have you cowering on the ground in tears. I still have to go searching through the rubble, turning over dear little Draco's mangled body for the horcrux."

Do you ever wanna run away? Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud, That no one hears you screaming

A rumbling sounded in the distance and they all turned their heads up to see that a thick mane of rain was pouring from the dark clouds above, drenching them within seconds. Thunder rolled over them, shaking them down to their feet. Lighting flashed across the night sky, lighting up everyone's faces eerily. Harry kept his eyes locked on Lucius, a boiling anger rising up in him once more.

"Uh, Harry," Ron called out to him, rather confused.

Harry didn't reply, not wanting to take his attention from the man in front of him, in case Malfoy did something while he wasn't looking.

"Harry," Ron called again.

Harry sighed, wishing he would get the point and stop asking for him.

"Harry!" Ron shouted, becoming annoyed at his friend's lack of response.

"Wha-" Harry began yelling while he turned, but stopped short at seeing the huge chunks of cement were rising up from the disaster area of the orphanage. Before he could question it, Draco stood up, unscathed and with a sinister looking grin on his face. Walking out, the boulder sized pieces followed above him. His eyes were set solely on Lucius as he hopped down to stand on the regular ground.

"I've got this little brother," Draco told him, not sparing him a glance.

When the Death Eater's around them raised their wands at him, opening their mouths to shout curses and the like, the hovering pieces of the orphanage flew out, striking them down to the ground with a sickening thud. Harry was almost certain that they were dead, having noticed the blood that was now seeping out from beneath the chunks they lay motionless under. Lucius was the only one standing and he did not look very strong in that moment.

Harry almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him as he watched Lucius' face pale even more, his mouth dropped open with a lack of elegance. He stumbled back, tripping on the ground as it was standing up all around him in odd angles. Managing to get out of his easily manipulated state, he hurried to stand up and catch his expression of fear before it could be too obvious. Smoothing out his robes, he tried to place the mask back on his face, hiding how scared he looked while staring at the boy in front of him.

Draco only really looked dirty, wearing the dust of what he had been covered in. There were a few black smudges on his skin and white shirt, but overall he didn't look hurt at all. Harry had to wonder what it was he was doing beneath the rocks, what took him so long to get out. Then there was of course, where this surge of power had come from. He wasn't holding his wand, it must've been lost earlier in the rubble, so everything he was doing now was coming from somewhere else. Wandless magic was hard to get a hold of, especially since he hadn't been practicing that long. He was shocked to create a shield, so it was a surprise to see him walking around with complete ease doing as he was now.

As much as Harry wanted to at least scar Lucius, he knew that he had to stay out of this fight. Though he'd witnessed the cruelty, had heard about the pain, and knew just how much it had affected Draco, this wasn't his fight. Even with the rage that now spilled over, wanting so badly to see Lucius writhing in pain for what he did, he knew to stand back. It wasn't just because he wanted Draco to have his revenge, but also because at that moment, his brother was actually looking quite terrifying.

The mess around them, with the lights, the cars, the ground, that was all Harry's doing. He had caused it with his unimaginable despise for the man in front of him. So knowing that, he understood that whatever Draco did, would be far worse than what he had accomplished in the short span of time. For Draco was known for having a temper, for having a deep-seeded hatred for all things Lucius Malfoy, and also for being quite incredibly powerful and intelligent. So whatever was to come, would surely be a real sight.

Do you wanna be somebody else? Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more, Before your life is over?

Ron was standing by the car, leaning against it with his arms crossed. He looked quite smug really, watching as his best mate walked toward the man that had not only cruelly ruined Draco, but also the man who constantly put down the Weasley family. He deserved whatever he got, he needed to be taught that what he had done was not excusable. Perhaps a little humanity should be in order; a life sentence in a place like Azkaban instead of being ripped apart by the boy he raised to be his son. No, he deserved to die. It may sound unfeeling, it may even be something someone of the Light side should not be thinking. But Ron knew it was true, as did everyone standing there.

Lucius Malfoy was not a man; he was not a Wizard of Godly proportion. He was a cruel, vile, unfeeling piece of garbage. He had beaten, abused, and killed his wife. He had tortured, mentally abused, and ruined any semblance of life for Draco. He had taken a one year old child from his twin brother and fed him a life he didn't want. He had kept him from the knowledge that he had once had a family who loved him. Replacing it with hate, darkness, blood, and torture. No, he was not a man, but the devil reincarnate.

Now Ron had a temper, he always had really. He personally wanted to repay Lucius for the hardships he had caused to so very many. He wanted to beat him into a bloody pulp and scream and spit in his face. He wanted to watch smugly as he was painfully killed and repaid for his actions. He wanted to see Draco get his revenge, for his mother, Blaise, his parents, and his brother. Overall though, for himself. It was a dark way of thinking, but he thought it all the same.

Harry joined him, as they leaned against the car, watching it all unfold. He could tell from the expression on his face that Harry was going to enjoy what was to come greatly. Sometimes, when Ron looked at him, it almost seemed as if Harry had gone through it too. As if knowing what had happened to Draco, made him experience it also. Perhaps in some ways he did; it was hard to hear about it without feeling as if it's not happening right then. When looking at Draco it was quite noticeable now, in every inch of his face there was unspoken pain. His hazel eyes spoke of the days when they would cry for some kind of end. Harry carried that now; though he always had a pain in him in the past, it was almost as if it doubled.

Pity. Such a small word and yet it held so much in it. Draco had pitied Lucius that night when he had bled to death. He had watched the man cower in his presence, defenseless, and that was why he was unable to finish him off. No matter what he did, Draco couldn't kill him like that. He'd be just as bad as him; he'd be the heartless fiend then, not Malfoy. But now, there was no way he was going to just let him free. There was no way he was going to let him walk away without feeling the extent of what he had done to Draco in his life. And Ron for was one, was happy to see it happen.

"This doesn't leave here," Harry told him, quietly. "Technically, Draco just murdered a group of Death Eater's and likely, Malfoy is next." Sighing, he crossed his arms without the least bit of remorse. "We don't tell anyone though. Not Dumbledore, not Lupin, not even Falesha." Shaking his head, he shrugged. "He deserves this and Draco shouldn't have to be put away for it."

"Put a way for what?" Ron asked, pointedly. "I've been sitting in the Common Room, playing Exploding Snap with you all night. And Draco? I'm pretty sure he was with Hermione, doing some kind of Head duties or something."

Smiling, Harry nodded at him. "You're a great friend, Ron."

"You better bloody believe it," he replied, with a grin.

Are you stuck inside a world you hate? Are you sick of everyone around?
With the big fake smiles and stupid lies, While deep inside you're bleeding

Draco stared at the man in front of him, deceptively calm. He watched as Lucius continued to back up, trying to stay a safe distance away from him. The sky rumbled and rolled, lighting and thunder causing a rather unnerving scene in front of them. With the black pavement jutting out all over, Lucius had to be careful where he stepped, though he refused to remove his eyes from Draco's, worried he might do something when wasn't looking. His wand was raised, but only part way, more of pointed at Draco's feet.

For once in his life, Draco understood that Malfoy was actually afraid, and of him, of all people. After sixteen long year's, he was finally seeing the emotion he had been wearing in front of this man, written on his face instead of his own. There was a certain amount of pride that ran through him then, feeling stronger than he usually would; perhaps even happy in some twisted way. Lucius Malfoy, wealthy, pureblood, powerful, and a complete and utter bigot. Here he stood, fearing the boy he had beaten and terrified almost all of his life. Here he cowered in fear, from the boy he had tried to mold into him. Here he backed away, with a pleading expression, almost as if to ask for forgiveness, though he'd likely never utter the words.

There was a part of Draco, located in his heart, that told him murder was bad. That he would be no better than Malfoy after he had killed Narcissa. But the rest of him told him that Lucius deserved every last thing Draco decided to do to him. There is no real way to justify murder; he could list all that had happened to him, but would it be right? He could show the world his memories, he could cry and sob over his lost mother, his lost childhood with his brother. But would any of it be enough to prove that Lucius Malfoy's death was needed? That it was a good thing? Were anyone else in his place, would they kill him?

He knew he was powerful, he knew he was intelligent, and that he had survived death twice now. In reality, he had managed to just make it through without dying for the last sixteen years. He had stood face to face with Hades himself, he had spoken to his deceased parents in heaven, and he had survived more attempts on his life than he cared to count. And all of it, every last problem, every tear, it was all because of this man here. This was the person who had caused him his grief, who had ripped him from his friends, his family, his loved ones.

Never in his life had he ever felt more burning rage to harm a person; not when Lucius had been in the process of killing the last pieces of good in him, not ever. This was dangerous; a very powerful and unrestrained power was coursing through him now. And it was all his decision as to what he wanted to do with it. Should he kill? Should he torture him until he screamed like he had made so many others? Or should he let him free? Should he allow him to run rampant in the world until their paths crossed again?

No you don't know what it's like, When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me

The rain was still pouring in heavy succession, freezing cold as it slipped down his face. He stopped then, deciding not to walk any further and just finish it right there. Lucius stopped too, deciding he was far enough away for his liking and slowly his arrogance seemed to seep back into him. He straightened himself out, trying to look like the strong man he had always been. Though being sopping wet had a certain effect on him and he appeared more like a rich man that had lost his way, rather than a powerful leader out to strike his opponent down.

"Now Draco," Lucius said, shaking his head and tsking. "Why do you continue to act as if you've somehow gained a backbone against me?"

"Oh I have a backbone," he replied, his eyes sharp. "I remember you breaking it when I was five. I was stuck in St. Mungo's for three weeks before the potions and healing charms they had used finally came into work and I was able to walk again."

"Why do you always want to dig up the past?" he half-shouted through gritted teeth.

"Because all we are is the past," he told him, simply. "There is no present Draco and Lucius. There is no future Draco and Lucius. In the future, I'm Jamie and you, well you're dead," he said without making any expression. "And right now, you are Malfoy and I'm still figuring out who I am."

"No," he replied, sneering. "You are, have always been, and will continue to be, a Malfoy in your head and a Potter in your heart," he spat. "You can stand in front of me, acting the martyr, but inside you're still as cold and dark as I tried to make you. Though it was never up to standards, you had your moments. Your ridiculous Potter heart always made you pause in your actions though, always made you rethink what you were doing and decide not to go the extent you should have."

"What was I to you, Malfoy?" he asked, shaking his head slightly and furrowing his brow. "Was I always a tool? Just something for you to change at will, to become what your Dark Lord wanted me to?" Clenching his jaw, he closed his eye briefly. "While I was growing up, did you ever think of me as a son? Did you ever believe I was good enough for you?"

"What does that matter?" Lucius asked, sneering. "You said it yourself that you're not my son, that I was never your father."

"Yes, but that's how I feel, I want to know what you feel," he told him, grimacing.

"Feelings," he spat, disgusted. "That was another problem I had with you. You are not supposed to think of those things, Draco. You are supposed to act, not think things through with your heart." Picking up his hand, he curled it into a fist and smashed it into his open palm. "I disciplined you to teach you how you had to be. To teach you that crying, begging, fearing, and pain were all worthless. They won't save you, they won't cause anyone to help you." Shaking his head, he took a step forward, his eyes wide with seriousness. "You are your own personal savior. There is nobody who will save you when you fall down. Nobody who can pick you up and fight for you. The only person you can rely on in this world, is yourself!" he yelled.

Swallowing, Draco shook his head. "No, Malfoy," he told him, easily. "You don't have anyone to help you. You don't have anyone you can rely on. There is nobody in this world who is going to pick you up when you've been struck down." Stepping forward, he stared at him defiantly. "Because there is no one who cares about you, but I'm not you!" Shaking his head, he felt his tears mingle with the cold rain. "I've never been you and I never will be. You are a cold and unfeeling bastard! A man who beat his wife and scarred the boy he ripped away from his brother." Shaking his head, he glared at him viciously. "Because of you, I grew up believing I was unworthy; that I wasn't good enough to be loved, to be cared for."

"Because you're not," Lucius screamed, losing his control. "You're a half-blood, a meaningless child who simply got in the way. I only took you in so you would be that tool. To bring down your brother and give my Lord his glorious victory," he shouted. "Your pathetic mother took a liking to you, so she had to be disciplined too." Sneering, he glared down at him. "Caring for a half-blood, and a Potter no less. She was a weak woman, falling for your sweet nature and adoring ways. Well, I wasn't that easily overturned," he told him, snidely. "You want to know how I feel, Draco? You want to know what I thought about having to raise you?"

"Yes," Draco said, though his voice was low.

No one ever lied straight to your face, And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy, But I'm not gonna be ok!

Lucius walked forward, his arm swinging out and catching Draco in the side of the face, throwing him to the ground. "I loathed telling anybody that you were my son," he told him, his mouth pulled into a sneer. "I hated hearing you call me father, I hated knowing that you told others that you were a Malfoy, and I woke up everyday wishing to find you dead in your bedroom."

Draco stared up at him from the ground, blood trickling from the side of his mouth. Tears were still slipping from the side of his eyes, but he didn't notice them any longer.

"When you were four and that house elf went in to kill you, I knew what he was doing. He had been pacing outside the bathroom door for nearly ten minutes, muttering to himself about being a hero and killing the tool that would bring down your brother," he admitted, nodding slightly. "I knew my Lord would be angry with me, but it wasn't as if I didn't believe he could still win without you. You were really just a secondary plan," he told him, shrugging. "An escape route, just in case"

Draco felt angry emotion well up inside of his through, but he said nothing, wanting to hear it all.

"The only reason I taught you what I did, was to be sure that you would never embarrass me. I wanted to know that at least in public, people would think that you were capable of being a Malfoy. You constantly put the name I gave you to shame though. With your pathetic antics and your ridiculous feelings about everything. Always trying to save your dear Mother and that retarded little house elf who refused to leave your side," he continued, curling his lip. "The Dark Lord wanted you to be ready; he wanted to have you by his side when it all came to a head. He still does, but I know better."

Swallowing, Draco felt the cement his hands were on begin to shake.

"The second I killed Narcissa, I knew you would never come back," he admitted, shaking his head. His calloused silver eyes looked down on him, the water dripped off his pointed face. Lightning lit up his features, causing the hollows of his cheeks to darken, making him appear as evil as he was. "She was stupid enough to jump in the way when our plans had been ruined by her incessant need to make sure you knew your real life story."

The ground was breaking again, cracking beneath his hands and spreading out in a spider web fashion. The rocks and random bits of things over the street were beginning to shake and lift off of the ground from its trembling. Any sound it may have been making though was covered by the deep rumble of thunder around them.

"You want to know why you found her beaten half to death every single week?" he asked, tipping his head with a malicious glint in his eyes. "It was all your fault," he told him, sneering. "Every week I'd have to hear her tell me that it wasn't right. That you should know that you were a Potter. That if I didn't tell you, she would," he said, shaking his head. "So I shut her up, told her if she said a damn word I would kill you right in front of her." Sighing, he shook his head. "She just wouldn't let up though, so I'd have to keep doing it until finally she ran off and told you that night."

"And you tried to go through with your threat," Draco said, his voice rather hoarse. "You tried to kill me right in front of her."

"Yes, and I would've succeeded had she not been so damn feeling," he said, his voice laced with disdain. "She refused to give me a son of my own, but she was just swimming in tears of happiness when you were brought to us," he admitted, glaring. "With your brown hair and hazel eyes, she practically fell in love with you the second you were placed in her arms," he spat, snidely.

"Well you never were much of a father, so I can stand behind her decision not to allow you to copulate," he told him, smirking.

"Don't act as if you lived a life of poverty and horrid torture every day, Draco," Malfoy told him, angrily. "I only disciplined you when you needed it. You were supposed to be molded for something great, I couldn't allow you to become a spoiled brat who lived a life of luxury. How would that help my Lord on the battlefield?"

Everybody always gave you what you wanted, You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like; what it's like!

"How do you live with yourself?" Draco asked, pushing himself up from the ground and spitting the blood that had slowly gathered in his mouth. "How do you go on knowing what you've done? To me, to my mother, to everybody you've ever met."

"It's really quite easy," he replied, grinning. "I could care less about you, Narcissa, or any of those imbeciles who've crossed my path."

"Has it ever bothered you?" he wondered, his eyes darkening. "Just once, did it ever occur to you that what you were doing was wrong?" Shaking his head, he stepped forward, his face thick with rage. "That beating me, terrifying me, and nearly killing me was not something you were supposed to do."

"Not once," Lucius admitted freely. "You deserved every single minute of it. You disobeyed me, you spat on my teachings, and disgraced my name."

"You beat me since I was a small boy," Draco screamed, feeling the warmth of his tears slipping down his face. "You tortured me since I was young and didn't know what I was doing wrong," he yelled. "Every day! Every single fucking day, I asked myself; what was it? What did I do? What did I say or think that was so wrong? Was it my fault? Why didn't my father love me? Why did he hurt me? Do all children cry this much?" he screamed, his voice loud and thundering. "Do all sons find their mum's in puddle's of their own blood? Do all father's beat their children and threaten to put them in the dungeons?" he shouted, his breathing quickening. "What was it about me, that made you so fucking cruel?"

Lucius stared at him, his eyes widened with a small flicker of horror. He began backing away, his feet stumbling and his hands pushed out as if to stop Draco from coming near him.

Draco stared at him, mildly confused. Lifting his hands, he ran them over his face, trying to keep the tears and rain from blurring his vision. Pulling them back, however, he found them stained with red. Wiping his face again, near his eyes, he realized that his tears were not salty water, but actually blood. He was crying blood. He stared down at his hand incredulously, before looking back up at the man in front of him. Swallowing, he stepped forward, shaking his head. "Do you see this, Lucius?" he asked, waving his hands in front of him.

"Get away from me; get your dirty blood away from me," he yelled, shaking his head.

"This is why you hated me," he shouted, shaking his head. "This blood, what runs inside of me, this is why you hated me so." Shaking his head, he grinned. "Well guess what, Lucius?" he asked, lifting his eyes to the sky. "You are no better than me!" he screamed.

Not a moment after he said it, the rain changed from it's freezing cold water to a downpour of red drops. Whether it was blood or just coloured water, nobody knew. But the expression of horror that appeared on Lucius' face was enough to make Draco laugh with cruel enjoyment. He watched as the red liquid drenched Malfoy, running over his skin and dying his white shirt. He watched as the man who was obsessed with blood purity, attempted to shield himself from the mixed blood that rained down on him, without even thinking to use his wand to create a cover.

Draco stared at him, shaking his head. "You are pathetic," he told him, his voice thick. "You call yourself a Malfoy; powerful and commanding. But you stand here, in front of a seventeen year old Potter and you whimper about a little bloody rain."

"You," Lucius roared, stepping forward. "You will not go unpunished for this." His footsteps increased but when he reached just a foot from Draco, a large bolt of lightning struck the ground near his feet, causing him to jump back in fear.

To be hurt, to feel lost, To be left out in the dark
To be kicked, When you're down, To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down, And no one's there to save you

Draco stared at him, a blank expression over his face as he let his hand fall from the sky. "I'm not the boy I was," he told him, simply. "I'm not going to cower, nor will I beg for you to stop anymore." Stepping forward, he lifted both of his hands, causing the pavement around Lucius to rise up on either side of him like a wall. Holding his hands together, he tipped them up, causing another wall of the road to appear behind Malfoy, a three-sided cage.

Walking forward, he stood in front of Lucius, glaring at him with a set of incredibly angry eyes. "I'm not going to kill you," he told him, simply. "I'm going to meet you on the battle field, where I will let you watch your powerless Dark Lord fall at the mercy of me and my brother," he said, shortly. "And when I'm finished with him, I'm going to find you and I will make you eat every word, every beating, and every attempt on my life." Backing away, he stared at him. "A going away present though, Malfoy," he said, his hands falling to direct at his legs where he made a twisting motion.

Screaming in agony, Lucius fell to the ground, clutching at his legs which were now turned backwards completely, with the bones protruding from his skin. His eyes ventured up to stare at Draco with unrestrained rage, a pained grimace over his face as it constricted with agony.

"I suggest you apparate away from here, before I change my mind," Draco said, backing up.

Inhaling deeply, Lucius cast one last look at Draco before a crack sounded of him disappearing.

No, you don't know what it's like

Turning around, Draco walked back to Harry and Ron who were standing near the car with wide eyes and open mouths. The rain cleared up, along with the lighting and thunder. Draco waved his hand, causing the boulder sized pieces of cement to lift off the bodies of the Death Eaters and move back to the pile of rubble. Flicking his hand, he made the walls of road move back into place and then as he slowly moved both of his hands in a circular motion, he watched as the road smoothed itself out.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron asked slowly, in shock.

"Magic," Draco replied, shrugging. Turning to his brother, he tipped his head. "Did you get the necklace?" he wondered, frowning with worry.

Harry dug it out of his pocket and showed it to him, attempting to grin but still mildly surprised at what had happened. "What happened when Lucius dropped all of that cement on you?" he asked, pointing behind him.

"I put up a shield just before it hit, but I was still trying to gather enough strength to throw it off," he explained shrugging. "I got a little pissed off, which ended up helping."

"That was some serious wandless magic you were just doing," Ron commented, shaking his head. "I didn't even know most of that could be done."

"Neither did I," Draco admitted, rather sheepishly.

"What was all that yelling about blood?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow. "The rain around you guys turned red, but it wasn't over here," he told him, frowning.

"It's a long and weird story," Draco said, sighing. "I'm really tired though," he said, pulling out the keys and handing them to Ron. "I told Hermione I'd be back before she woke up too, so I'd like to try getting back to her before sunrise."

Ron made a distinct wpsh noise, as if to call Draco whipped, which only caused him to laugh before shoving him. Frowning, Ron rubbed his shoulder. "Ow," he mumbled, walking around the car to the driver's side.

As Draco climbed in the back, he laid out and sighed. His entire body was humming with a lack of energy and he couldn't help but feel completely exhausted. "Is anybody else burnt out?" he wondered, his eyes closing somewhat.

"A little," Harry admitted.

Draco grinned. "I saw what you did to the street, that was really quite cool."

"It was nothing compared to what you did," he told him, closing the passenger side door. "How did you? Do it, I mean. You didn't have your wand and you were just realizing you could do some wandless magic."

"My wand broke, actually," he told him, sighing. "And I don't know how it happened," he admitted, shrugging slightly. "I think when my emotions get to me I can do it without even realizing it." Opening one of his eyes, he glanced up at him. "I'm sure it's the same with you; all of that stuff you did, you didn't pick your wand up at all."

"True," Harry said, nodding.

The whir of the engine was rumbling in the background for a few minutes before Ron pulled away from the orphanage and avoided hitting the bodies of the Death Eaters. "Shouldn't we clean that up or something?"

"The Order can deal with it," Draco replied, turning his head against the car seat. "What time is it?"

"We've made good time," Harry told him, smiling slightly. "It's only going a little after midnight."

"I'll be back in lots of time then," he said, nodding. "Good. She was worried this was going to turn out badly like all the others."

"Not this time," Ron said, cheerily. "Not for us anyway," he commented rather quietly.

"Maybe our luck is changing," Harry said, hopefully.

"We're Potter's, Harry," Draco reminded, shaking his head. "Our luck won't change until we've gotten rid of Voldemort."

Sighing, he nodded glumly. "Not much longer," he assured, half-smiling.

"Soon," Draco agreed.

"Blood well better be," Ron threw in, nodding vigorously. "I need some bloody sleep," he told them, shaking his head. "I can't remember the last time I slept through the entire night," he whined. "With you blokes runnin' round gettin' yourselves in trouble all the bloody time. And Mione being captured, and everybody dyin'. This bloke needs a bloody break. In fact," he said, glancing at them, "you guys should send me off on a well deserved vacation," he suggested, nodding. "I'm thinking somewhere hot. Not too hot mind you, I don't want to get a sun burn the first five minutes I'm there. Just..."

Maybe he hadn't done the right thing. Perhaps he should've killed Lucius right then, instead of waiting for the War. It didn't matter now though, because he'd let him go with a promise that he would kill him when the day had come. Now though, he could relish in the fact that they had a horcrux and were all safely on their way back to the school. Sighing, Draco simply grinned, falling asleep to his friend's rambling's.

Welcome to my life, Welcome to my life, Welcome to my life

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A/N Hey guys, sorry it took a little while. I hope you've enjoyed this though. I'll have another chapter up soon. Thanks for reading and reviewing, please do so again.

The song was, "Welcome To My Life" by Simple Plan.

Much Love,
-Amanda