Draco was still reeling from his father's resurrection. He'd barely had a chance to think before they were already moving from the Manor.

Constantine had clearly thought through everything. She took everyone through the floo, and they ended up in the Malfoy summer home in Greece. Draco recognized it well from his childhood years. From there, she forced Narcissa to stand, still levitating Draco, and then side-apparated with Lucius.

A few minutes later, she returned. She grabbed Draco and Narcissa and side-apparated with both of them. When Draco could see again, he realized that they were on a boat – a yacht actually. The Malfoy yacht, that he'd been on many times as a child.

"Excellent." Lucius said. "Constantine my dear, please set up the wards. I don't expect that we'll be disturbed."

Constantine nodded and headed off. Meanwhile, Narcissa lifted Draco into a sitting position and sat nearby, eyes glassy and unseeing.

"Mum." Draco whispered to her. "Are you alright?"

He knew that she wouldn't respond to him, but he desperately wished there was a way to tell if she could hear him or not. He hoped she wasn't scared.

Lucius laughed darkly. "My darling wife should be the least of your concerns, son. Come, sit with me."

Of course, Draco couldn't get up if he wanted to (being petrified and all) so Lucius instead took a seat across from him. Draco was seated on the floor, essentially at the feet of his father.

Draco scowled. "Let Mother go, at least! She hasn't done anything wrong! You don't want her, you want me."

"You're not wrong there." Lucius told Draco. "But she has proved useful so far. Now come, I'm sure you're curious about what's happened. Didn't think you'd ever see dear old Daddy again, did you?"

Draco growled. "Let us go. You don't belong here, Father. Your time is up."

Lucius smiled indulgently. "You have no idea, son. I've been planning this since the day the Dark Lord was first resurrected. See, I knew that he would fail. Instead of blind trust, I kept a backup plan, to protect our family if events unfolded as I'd predicted."

His smile turned harsh. "And after a year of working, slogging, making certain that all my hard work comes to fruition, what do I find? My own son, associating with blood traitors and mudbloods?"

Draco glared at Lucius. "You're crazy."

Lucius barked out a laugh. "I'm crazy? I'm crazy! I'm not the one who lost their goddamn mind this past year! I'm not the one who fancies himself in love with a mudblood! Oh, Constantine has told me all about you. She's been keeping eyes and ears for me, and I know, Draco. I know everything."

"Shut up!" Draco roared. "She's not a mudblood! You don't know anything! Blood purity is a joke, something that foul old men like you made up, so you could feel superior for no reason –"

Draco's cheek was stinging. His father had just backhanded him.

Lucius stood above him, glaring at his son. His eyes were maddened in rage, and despite everything, Draco felt himself crying. His memory flashed back to moments as a child, when his father had the same look on his face. He rarely hurt Draco, but when his eyes looked like that…

"My Lord?" Constantine's voice said softly, breaking into the silence. "The wards are up. Shall we begin the next step?"

Lucius took a deep, shuddering breath. "No. We'll break for the night. Clean this mess up, will you?"

"Of course."

Lucius left. Draco watched him leave, limping out the door like an animated skeleton. He wished he wasn't petrified, so he could push that evil – evil demon over the railing and into the ocean. He spent some time fantasizing about that while Constantine forced Narcissa to clean up.

"You are a fool, Draco Malfoy." Constantine told him. She placed herself in the same chair Lucius had just vacated, so now he was lying by her feet. "Join us, and you would never have to suffer again."

"I'm only suffering because you forced me to join you." Draco snapped. "Let my mother go, at least. She's done nothing."

"Which is precisely the problem." Constantine sighed. "If she'd stepped up and cared for you better, you wouldn't have felt the need to explore your urges with those below our status."

"No one is below us." Draco growled, but he knew his argument was falling on deaf ears. He needed to focus on escaping, on saving his mother.

Constantine didn't bother with a response. She sighed lightly, staring the sky. "I've waited for this day for years, you know. I can't believe it's finally here. I'm finally with my family."

We're not your family! Draco wanted to shout, but he said nothing. He turned to look at his mother, but Narcissa was staring into space, smiling peacefully. If Constantine forced her to do something terrible…when she woke from the spell, she would be broken. Draco knew enough about the Imperius to know that. And he knew enough about his mother to know it, too.

Draco tried to think. Someone had tried to save him, back at the Manor. He hoped that his Imperius'd friends hadn't hurt whoever it was – although, Draco had a feeling he knew. Only one person would have been able to get through the wards and would have been brave enough to come after him.

Stupid Gryffindor…

He hoped she was okay. If only there was some way to get a message to her, so she could know where they were.

He closed his eyes.