"Draco!"
Draco heard her calling out to him. He tried to reach out to her but he found that his arms were too heavy. He tried to speak out to her but found he could just barely mumble her name. He tried to open his eyes and found the same. He was weak and exaughsted. She was calling his name once more and this time he was able to pull his eyelids open. He blinked several times to clear the fogginess from them.
When his vision cleared though there was no sign of Hermione. Where he thought he had heard her it was clear that it was all a dream as he heard screams off in the distance. Draco's face was pressed to cold concrete and he tried to pull himself up right, having an inner battle over if he would have the strength to at least sit up.
After a short time of struggling with his arms he decided there was nothing better to do than to stay put and try and reserve any energy he had left. His gray eyes moved around the darkened room trying to take in the area. He was finally able to make out the bars that seemed to keep him in place. Draco could only frown as he heard the screams die out. Everything was foggy. How did he manage to get stuck in a place like this?
He shut his eyes tightly and found himself willing back memories. Trying to pull in every exact detail of what had happened however many hours or days ago it was. His eyes tightened as he tried to figure the whole of his memory out.
Him and his roommates were on nights at the moment. They were dealing with one of the hardest nights they had ever seen. It was Halloween and children were running through the streets, parents lingering around keeping an eye on the swarm of them. Draco kept having to swivel his head around at the screams and laughs that were all around him. The three of them had dressed in heavy and dirty clothes keeping them looking as one of the homeless that wondered through the neighborhood.
He had just been pushing a cart past a larger group of younger children when he felt the ground give a hard shake. There were suddenly screams and cries that ripped through the night as the sound of explosions reached his ears. He felt a jolt through his stomach and as if his heart had been squeezed tightly causing it to stop. He couldn't breathe through the fear as suddenly children and people were rushing through the streets as the night sky was lit with the light from the fires burning through the neighborhood.
Draco could see the red and the green lights as people kept screaming and running past him. It was now or never. He pulled his wand from the inner pocket of his coat and felt his weighted feet finally pull from the ground. The adrenaline was charging through him and as he moved his feet they started to get lighter with each step. He could feel the cold sweat as he pushed through the crowd of kids and parents. No one paid any attention to the man running towards the chaos that was unfolding.
He saw one moving through the flames. He was cloaked but let his face show freely and happily with delight at the murder and destruction he was causing. Draco had no time to think. He quickly spun around a phone booth and fired a stun towards the man hitting him in the face. Draco found himself dashing past a crumbling building and found his lungs were on fire from the cold and all of the running.
Ash and dust was falling all around him and seeing a few feet infront of him was near impossible. He felt a spell dash the back of his head and his hand came up as he rolled to the ground. His hand passed over the back of his head and kept tapping it as he spun around looking. He could only think that it was a lucky pass. He went off again, his eyes squinting as he looked for any sign of movement coming. He heard a screech and immediately set to sending a stun towards the sound and followed after the light. He found himself tripping over someone and he looked over towards the one he had stunned. Where the hell were his roommates? Where the hell was everyone period!
Draco looked over the figure of the person and shook his head. This wasn't one of his. Or at least someone he did not recognie from the surrounding area. He looked up just in time to catch a slash across his cheek and he found himself thrown back onto the ground gripping the freshly torn skin. He quickly rolled across the pavement and threw several jinxes through the ash. He heard a yell and knew he hit his mark. His arm came up to the gash on his cheek and tried to keep his blood from flowing freely as he crouched moving through the dark. His leg was starting to throb as he gritted his teeth and kept moving through the night.
He found himself trying to keep his mind clear as he breathed in ash. The screams were not as frequent now. But the sound of crashing and explosions were still going through the air. Draco found himself coming up behind a larger figure and he moved quietly before he noticed once more this was not one he knew and he was taking out a building before him. Draco quickly made a slash and suddenly the man dropped. He continued, crouched, and checking bodies of those he came across.
As he was crossing through rubble that littered the street he found himself getting hit in the back. He flung forward his back arched and the breath knocked out of him, his eyes bulging. Keep your head on. He said to himself as he tried to react. But before he had even started to turn he was knocked once more and flung into the side of one of the buildings. As his head slammed into it he found his vision blurred and the dizzying effects. He pushed himself off and heard laughter ringing through the air. As he started to bring his wand down he found himself firing off a killing curse before he caught the side of another knockback jinx.
That was the last thing he could pull forth from his memory. He put a hand to his cheek and found that the gaping wound was numb. Why? He gave his cheek another touch and took in a steady breath. He pushed himself up and gave a grunt as he pushed himself back against the wall. He sat against the wall and let a shaky breath go. He needed to think of a way out but his strength was at a bare minimum. He looked through the bars and saw nothing but what looked like a prison down the dark hall.
He started to check his pockets. Anything a chance of his wand being somewhere with him even though he knew well enough that they had taken it from him the first chance they got. He laid his head back in defeat and heaved a sigh closing his eyes and trying to maintain some of the energy he had left.
He didn't know how much time had passed but he heard the click of boots on stone coming down the corridor. He felt his cheek give a twinge and he flinched a bit at the pain but decided best to keep as still as possible. The steps got louder and once he was sure they were outside his cell door he heard them stop. "Wakey, wakey little pest." Draco made a small face. Pest? He opened his eyes and looked over towards the bars of the cell.
There stood a single man. Draco's eyes took in the black boots the man wore up the blue jeans and to the black button up collared shirt. He had a shadow of a beard starting on his strong jaw. His dark hair was swept back and the most shocking part to all of his features was his gray eyes. Instead of the steel like his and his fathers this man's eyes held a smokey gray that seemed to have a hint of blue mixed through them. It was a rare occasion to find someone with an eye color like him and his father but here stood another man.
Draco watched the smirk lingering on the man's lip and he gave a small roll of his eyes and turned his head to face the other side of the wall. He could feel his heart pouding with anxiety but knew at this point there was little he could do. He just had to keep the cold indifference that he was raised to have. "Oh, look at you trying to be tough." An amused chuckle came from his throat and Draco closed his eyes to try to avoid the flinch from the wound on his cheek. He was starting to feel the ache of his body. Why had it been numb for so long?
"Ready to speak or going to try and stay quiet like the others?" Draco blinked slowly and turned his head looking back towards the man. He could see the near look that he could always see with his Aunt. He enjoyed the games as long as he was in control of them. But he was going to have his fun as long as he could. He was going to be a mouse in a cats game. "What would you like me to say?" He asked staring into the smokey eyes of the stranger.
"That's much better." The stranger said as he leaned against the bars. "So I was told that you were having fun injuring some of my people." Draco frowned suddenly as his mind went into a whirlwind. "Your people?" The man smiled widely as he watched Draco's reaction. "Of course my people. They fight for me."
Draco was at a loss. Why was this man showing himself to him? What had Draco done to deserve to see this man? "Of course most don't get to see me unless I've got a few questions to ask, and then at that point its likely you'll never see the light of day again. Or you'll just be a small part of what you used to be." The man laughed and looked down the hall. "I do hope you aren't too tired. You see, I was hoping we could have a little chat."
Draco took in a deep breath and held it as he looked off at the wall again. "Maybe in a bit. I'm a little tired at the moment." Lord he was going to get his ass kicked with a mouth like that. But didn't he just say that he was going to end up dead either way? The man gave a laugh. "You can act tough for now. But when I start I'll have you begging and crying just like the rest of them." Draco could feel the mans eyes on him and he stretched out his leg more.
"Don't get too comfy down there. I'll have someone bring you up to me in just a short time." The man pushed himself up from the bars and started to walk from the doors. He heard the boots click twice before he spoke. "Who are you?" Draco's head turned towards the cell door and he saw the man turn back around. "How silly of me." Though Draco knew the man had been waiting on it. No one seemed to know anything of this army of people. Who ran it. Where they were. For someone to step forward and announce that they were the ones that ran things it was natural to be curious. "The name is Armodeous Silver." And with that the man turned back around and started away again.
Hermione sat listening to the crackling of the wood as a fire burned trying to keep them warm. But she seemed to feel nothing. Her and Narcissa had been sitting in the room off the entry way waiting for Lucius to return with some kind of news of what had happened. He had been gone for hours and Hermione could only say this. Both women seemed to keep a bit of composure as they had busied themselves with something instead of voicing their fears.
The snow caked the windows but Hermione's eyes barely stayed on them and kept trying to look over her book. She was still trying to find something that would help with Draco's injury. She had to find something for him for when he came back. She turned the page knowing well enough that her mind had taken in nothing. She would have to go and reread through the book later when her mind was on a calmer side and she had a better idea of what was going on.
She heard Narcissa turn the page of her book and heard the elves send out a tray with tea. Hermione looked at the table as she saw two steaming cups and a few cakes. There were not many and Hermione was sure the elves knew they were just there for looks that neither of the women wanted anything to eat. Hermione leaned forward and took a cup from the table and leaned back taking a small drink from it. She felt an instant warmth fill her and knew that the elves had given a little extra in the cup.
She watched as Narcissa leaned in and took her own cup from the table and leaned back in her seat. She raised the glass to her lips and took a sip. Hermione looked back down at her book and stared blankly at it taking another drink from her cup. She hated sitting in such a silence. She could only keep thinking how Draco was gone. He had survived once but could he do it again? What would happen? Her thumb brushed against the diamond on her hand and she took in a slow steady breath.
But as she looked up once more her eyes turned towards the fire. A shape had taken place and she gasped standing right away. Hermione heard the breaking of Narcissa's cup as she dropped it rising from her seat as well. Hermione watched as Lucius stepped from the fire and brushed ash from his robes before Narcissa engulfed him. "Lucius! What did you find out?" Lucius wrapped his arms around Narcissa.
He was silent for a moment as both eyes were on him looking at him pleadingly. He set his wife down on the couch and motioned for Hermione to sit. Her breath caught in her throat as she took a seat with Narcissa tears filling her eyes. It was bad knews. Lucius had started to walk away from them and picked up a glass off of one of the cabinets before filling it with whiskey. He took a large swig from it before he spoke. "He's not on the list." He took another large gulp from it pulling the last of it into his mouth before filling the glass half way again.
Hermione looked at him questioningly. Lucius kept going. "There is a lot of destruction going on and a lot of people missing through the area. They are still digging through rubble to find any survivors and to find the dead. But so far he is no where on any of the lists that keep pouring in." Hermione looked over at Narcissa and then back at Lucius. "So he could still be there trapped under some of those buildings?"
Lucius gave a slight nod. "They are getting hourly updates at the ministry since we have so many of our own over there." Hermione bit her lip slightly as she heard a sniffle coming from Narcissa. This wasn't supposed to be how it went. He was supposed to be safe. He was supposed to come home. Lucius spoke once more and she noticed that he was going through his whiskey quickly. "What they were able to find out was Draco was out that night on a patrol. They just aren't sure exactly where he may have ended up."
So somewhere in all of that Draco was wating for someone to help him. That was all that she could think. Someone was going to come across him and pull him out. He would be okay. Everything would be fine. Her thumb ran over her ring once more and she shut her eyes trying to calm her mind. He was going to come back home to her. They were going to start their life together.
But as she looked out the window she couldn't help but let the dread fill her once more. There was still that chance that they would find him under the rubble but not alive. His lifeless body would be mangled from all the damage that was done to it. His gray eyes staring at nothing, empty and closed from the world. Hermione tried to keep her emotions in check. She would need to go to bed soon just to be away from them so they would not see her greatest fear showing to them as they tried to keep some hope.
(This new character that is suddenly out of no where is a small thing at the moment. I guess just a filler to make a bit of a different story. I honestly didn't see one coming in to play but I needed a bit of a side bit to move)