He wished he could just hide outside and wait for this all to pass. Out here in the cold, he could almost believe that none of this was happening. But he knew that he would be expected back in the Manor. His mother was still in there, dealing with Lord knows what. So he went back inside. The voices struck him again immediately. Granger crying, Weasley shouting, Bella shrieking. It was absolutely deafening. As soon as he stepped foot into the drawing room, his father beckoned to him.
"But we can find out easily!" Came Lucius's voice, "Draco," His eyes locked on his son, who looked like he'd rather be anywhere but there, "Fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real or not!"
Draco reluctantly crossed the room, heading past the kitchens and towards the cellar. His gut twisted at she reached the top of the stairs. It would be so like Potter to try to attack him now, while he was by himself. Frankly, he wasn't sure he could blame him. If he was the reason they got away, though… He wouldn't live to see the next day.
"Stand back. Line up against the back wall." He said as he started down the stairs. "Don't try anything, or I'll kill you." He added. Surely, that would amuse Lovegood, but he hoped that Potter and Weasley might take it seriously. They were the only ones he was remotely worried about.
When he opened the gated door, holding out his lit wand, there they were. All lined up against the back of the cellar. He strode towards the goblin, seizing his arm and beginning to back towards the door, the goblin in tow. He locked the gate again behind himself and went back upstairs as Bellatrix began to use the Cruciatus on Granger once again.
Suddenly, there was a loud crack from the cellar below them. Draco looked at his father and Lucius just looked back at him. "What was that?" He asked. Draco said nothing, though it sounded like something had just broken, or perhaps like someone Apparated. "Did you hear that? What was that noise in the cellar?"
Everyone in the room was quiet as they listened.
"Draco-" Lucius began, but Draco's harsh glare stopped him. "No, call Wormtail, make him go and check!"
Draco released the goblin before Bellatrix. He watched as the man called Wormtail scuttled across the room. Draco had hardly heard a better-fitting nickname before. He knew it was because the man, Peter Petigrew, had an Animagus form of a rat. Even while human he was markedly rodent-like.
Bella handed the goblin the sword she'd ben screeching about. "Well?" She snapped, "Is it the true sword?"
"No," the goblin replied, looking closely at the blade and hilt, turning it over in his hands. "It is a fake."
Bella positively melted in relief. Now that she no longer feared the repercussions that were implicated if the sword was real, she was positively ecstatic. "Good," She said. With a flick of her wand, a gash cut across the goblins face and he fell to her feet shouting.
Draco felt sick by the ease with which his aunt maimed the goblin. It only made him think about how easily Alecto sliced open Rem's face and left her horribly scarred.
"And now," Bellatrix announced, kicking the goblin aside and pulling up her sleeve, "We call the Dark Lord!" She looked so triumphant, pressing her finger into the Mark. "And I think," She continued, "we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her."
Draco's stomach dropped with the thought, but just as soon, Weasley and Potter came charging around the corner yelling hexes. Everyone in the room turned, wands at the ready. His father fell to the ground from a Stunning Spell and somehow Weasley disarmed Bella, Harry catching her wand.
It was his mother, him, and Greyback against those two, and it seemed a fairly even fight in all honesty. What the hell was he doing fighting with Greyback? He thought before Bella started screaming again.
"STOP OR SHE DIES!" There Bellatrix was, holding up an unconscious Hermione, with a blade held to the girl's throat. "Drop your wands," She whispered warningly, "Drop them, or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is!" Everyone froze, but the two boys kept ahold of the wands. "I said drop them!" She snapped.
"Alright!" Harry said sharply. He and Ron dropped the wands they were holding and raised their hands in defeat.
"Good!" Bella leered, "Draco, pick them up! The Dark Lord is coming, Harry Potter! Your death approaches!"
Draco moved forward, watching the two as he snatched up the wands and walked back to Bella, holding them while she finished speaking.
"Now," Bella began quietly, somewhat placated for the moment. "Cissy, I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again, while Greyback takes care of Miss Mudblood. I am sure the Dark Lord will not begrudge you the girl, Greyback, after what you have done tonight."
Greyback grinned, which only caused Draco to feel even more like he was about to vomit. But they all were silent as the sound of something grinding drifted down from above them, and each of them peered up at the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There was one loud creak, and suddenly the chandelier began to fall. Bella jumped out from underneath it with a shriek. It hit the floor and shards of crystal flew everywhere all at once. Draco felt some of them cut his face and his clothes and he quickly shielded his eyes from the brunt of the onslaught.
He felt something grab the wands in his hand. Let me at least keep my own wand, Potter. He thought in irritation. Don't be so damn greedy. But he really didn't fight as hard as he could. Potter wrestled them from his grip and sent Greyback flying with a Stunning Spell, which actually was quite pleasing to Draco. His mother was yanking on his arm, trying to pull him back, away from the center of the room, but he pulled himself from her grasp, seeing blood on his hands and his sleeve from his face.
Bella was brandishing her knife like a sword, as if it were a real weapon in this situation, but his mother hand her wand pointed across the room. "Dobby," She yelled in shock, "You! You dropped the chandelier!"
Dobby pranced farther into the room, pointing a shaking finger at Narcissa. "You must not hurt Harry Potter!"
"Kill him, Cissy!" Bella screamed, but at the same moment, Dobby had disarmed Draco's very dismayed mother. "You dirty little monkey!" Bellatrix continued to screech. "How dare you take a witch's wand?! How dare you defy your masters?!"
"Dobby has no master!" The elf said with conviction. "Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!"
Everyone scrambled around, and then they Disapparated. Greyback, Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Draco were all left in that room with the broken chandelier on the floor between them all.
