Back at the Ministry of Magic- Aurors Department.
Harry rushed around as he came back to the bullpen of Aurors. He ordered those with evidence down to the lab and those not doing anything to go back over the notes from the crime scene. "Move outta my way." Harry heard as he turned towards the voice. "Harry, what happened?" Ron questioned as he made his way up to his friend and boss. "Where were you?" Harry looked at Ron angrily. "There was another attack by what we can only fathom was a vampire or a group of vampires."
"Sorry, Harry, Lavender and I were out to eat and I got here as soon as I could. Why is everyone in such a panic?"
"Well if you were here when we needed you instead of with your girlfriend you would have realized who our victim is."
"I already apologized so bloody hell give me a break. They can't be that important of a person."
"Tell that to Hermione when it was Malfoy." Harry walked away angrily. Ron stopped dead in his tracks and a look of solemn came to his face. Malfoy… Draco Malfoy as in Hermione's Draco? Shite she had to be losing her bloody mind over it. Ron quickly ran up to Harry and stopped him from shutting his office door. "Did he make it?" was all he could ask without choking up thinking about their friend.
"I don't know yet. Ginny is at the hospital with Hermione right now that is my next stop after I fill out a medical acquisition form for his healers records." Harry turned away from the door allowing Ron to open it and step into the office. Harry's office was brightly lit up with memos flying in and landing on his desk. He hoped one of those memos would bring some good news. Harry sat down at his desk and accio'd the medical acquisition form and began filling it out. "How bad was it?" Ron asked hoping it was nothing like some of the crime scenes he had been at lately.
"Worse than any of the scenes we have had so far. At least it looked like he tried to fight back. Hermione was with me when we found him. He got a call out to her while we were at dinner. Actually Draco was supposed to meet up with us tonight. There was blood and destruction everywhere in his office. Splintered door frames and furniture and not to mention broken glass and blood, but if we are lucky it won't be all Draco's blood."
Ron paled at the description and knowing what he had seen, "bloody hell" was all he could manage to say before Harry's cell phone rang. Harry picked up his phone answering quickly. "Hey Gin, How is he?" He moved his hand to his face moving up his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh. "I see… How is Hermione?" Ron could hear Ginny talking to Harry, but couldn't make out what she was saying. "I'll be over there soon to get the healer's reports. I'll bring anything about the attack we know which isn't much. I love you." Harry hung up his phone and he sat there in silence with Ron watching him. Just as Ron was about to speak Harry's fist slammed into the top of his desk "Damn it!".
"What is it?" Ron looked to Harry knowing that it wasn't good news. "Draco is alive, but for how long is the question. The damn blood suckers got him and infected him." Harry ran his hand through his jet black hair. "Hermione is devastated and I need to get over there to get the rest of the information on the physical wounds for our reports."
"I will run things around here till you get back Harry. Just send Hermione my love and tell her I will be around later to check on them both." Ron smiled weakly at Harry and went back out to the bullpen. Harry heard him bark out "What's the status of us figuring out how the attacker got in?" And then it was a muffle. Harry sat down back at his desk and finished filling out the form and sent it off to St. Mungo's ahead of him. He knew this was going to be hard on their friend and he had no way of fixing the problem. He thought back to when Voldemort was the threat, he could at least understand the connection to the attacks or the victims. Now there was none and it was infuriating. Harry took a calming breath and after sitting there another fifteen minutes got up and headed to his floo. He stepped inside with a handful of floo powder and with a voice full of frustration and sorrow "St. Mungo's" and then the floo filled with green flames and he was gone.
