Disclaimer: All characters except for Corrinne W., Maldash W. and - (I think that's it, dang) belong to Ms Rowling, although I hold claim to any unique characterisation - and plot.

A/N: This was originally a REALLY long chapter. But then it grew too confusing, so I snipped the bottom off to leave it to the next chapter. Pity! I really liked the original ending of this chapter. It'll have to become the ending of the next I suppose! There's PLENTY of action in this one (as the title suggests), although there's not much of Dramione here - but I promise that there'll be some cool scenes for the next chappy. Thanks so much for your reviews, really appreciated it!

And of course, enjoy (:

"This is mindblowingly ridiculous!" Ron hissed. "How many disappearing acts does she want to pull on us?"

They were all staring at the portrait hole in dismay and frustration. Harry had stopped them from chasing Hermione once she was out in the corridor, because none of them had the Cloak to hide them from Filch, who was most likely to be patrolling now. The last thing Harry needed was another person from the group missing.

"She said something about Rookwood trying to stop Malfoy from getting to something..." Ginny raised her eyebrows.

"Rookwood had prevented them from destroying Helga Hufflepuff's Cup the last time, right?" Corrinne asked. She and Neville had heard of Hermione's story from the others. "He clearly wants to destroy the Horcruxes himself."

"A Horcrux in Hogwarts?" Ginny's eyes widened.

"I think, more pertinently..." Neville hesitated. "Zabini and Slughorn might be up to no good. They're our only clue now."

"Okay you know what, I'm really sick and tired of waiting for Hermione to deliver clues to us, when she's acting so sneaky all the time." Ron glared at Harry. "And you should stop feeling sorry about making her befriend Malfoy, because I think she's starting to befriend him more than us, and I'm not taking that lying down! Mate, will you be a man and stop relying on a woman to help you? And maybe go find another man? Like Dumbledore?"

"Right, that's so like a man." Ginny rolled her eyes, but Harry sighed.

"Yeah Ron, I think you're right. Waiting for Hermione isn't going to help us one bit. We don't know if she's going to pull another cave adventure again and make us worry for days. But Ron, Dumbledore isn't looking at his best..."

"Oh, bollocks!" Ron threw up his hands. "I'm sure that brain of his is well-oiled enough to keep going even if he's hacking his lungs out."

"What about Filch..."

"Harry James Potter." Ron pointed at Harry dramatically and declared, "You are – a wimp."

That galvanised Harry enough. "Okay shut up, I'm going."

"I never knew you to take so much initiative to lead the way Ron," said Ginny, sarcastically. "How courageous of you."

"Hey, which leader goes to commit suicide first?"

"Very comforting, that was."

-.-.-.-.-.-

"But Professor, I really need to see him!"

Professor McGonagall, who was clearly annoyed at having her bedtime delayed, gave Harry a sharp glare. "If you really must know, Mr Potter, the Headmaster is visiting his brother at the Hog's Head. He doesn't really go down very often, and has emphasised that it is an important visit. Please, if you do not have anything very important..."

"I suppose it warrants as something important if I just tried to set Peeves on Filch in order to get here, doesn't it?" Harry shot back, his panting as evidence from the narrow escape he had earlier on.

Professor McGonagall stared at him. "Whatever could be so serious, Mr Potter? Another of your dreams?"

"Professor, are you aware that Draco Malfoy is missing?"

There was a sharp silence. Professor McGonagall surveyed Harry with a grim expression. Then she nodded.

"You can't possibly not do anything!"

"It's heartening to know that you are beginning to show some concern for your other House friends, Mr Potter, but I should think now is not the time to do so." She made her way to the door, turning around to emphasise that she wanted him to leave the room.

"He's been kidnapped, just like Astoria Greengrass!"

That caught her attention. Professor McGonagall stared at Harry. "Mr Potter, do you know what you are saying?"

"Corrinne and Neville heard someone abduct Malfoy in the corridor and dragged him down to the Slytherin common-room." Harry had to try to steady himself. "And we're suspecting it's another Death-Eater in the walls of Hogwarts."

"Mr Potter, that is ridiculous..."

"No, it's not. Right now, we can possibly try to stop whoever it is. And we can start from Professor Slughorn, who was having a rendezvous with Blaise Zabini just now."

"A what?"

Harry pulled out the Marauder's Map and set it in front of Professor McGonagall, who pursed up her lips on seeing this famed (infamous, rather) object of mischief. No wonder Potter ALWAYS gets into trouble. His father had a hand in this, I see...

Then he pointed at the office of Slughorn. "Usually, he turns in early, but he's still in his office. Earlier on, I saw Blaise Zabini walk into his office, just barely half an hour ago. I have the witness of Ron, Ginny, Corrinne, Neville..." He paused. "And Hermione."

"It may be just some private meeting between the Head of House and..."

"Zabini disappeared! He just disappeared from the Map! And that," he jabbed at the Map, "is Slughorn's fireplace! He left the school through the Floo network!"

Professor McGonagall shot Harry an incredulous look.

"Professor, we suspect Zabini is involved in the kidnapping of Astoria Greengrass."

McGonagall gave a loud gasp. "That is a serious accusation, Potter!"

"Daphne Greengrass admitted to Hermione that she had told Zabini about some – some incident involving her sister and Draco Malfoy, and the kidnapping is most likely an attempt to lure Malfoy out. As for Malfoy's disappearance, we're not too sure though..."

"I don't understand." Professor McGonagall stared at him blankly.

"It's a really long story!" Harry's tone was a mix of exasperation and desperation. "Can you trust our theory for once and do check on Professor Slughorn? We're suspecting that he is helping the Death-Eaters!"

The urgency of his tone frightened Professor McGonagall, and she privately wished that she didn't have to trust him. But this was Harry Potter. The last time he got everyone out of bed, Arthur Weasley had been bitten by Nagini. She couldn't not trust him. Furthermore, alarm bells were starting to ring in her head – Professor Dumbledore had once warned her that despite Slughorn's merry attitude upon returning to Hogwarts, he was not to be reckoned with, given that Death-Eaters had approached him time and again.

Making a disgruntled noise, she took her coat and wrapped it around her as she followed Harry towards Professor Slughorn's room.

"Perhaps he's just questioning Mr Zabini on Mr Malfoy's disappearance. You think too much sometimes, Potter, it's highly aggravating..."

They were just about to turn the corner towards the other staff members' offices when there were some shuffling noises. Harry stopped short, and Professor McGonagall stopped herself before she bumped into him.

"Pot –"

Harry turned to his Head of House and placed a finger on his mouth, before leaning a little out. Professor McGonagall pulled him back, and he leant against the wall, straining to listen to the voices that were now streaming through the corridor.

"To think I'm back to this very place..." a thin female voice whispered, contempt evident in her tone.

"Where's the office?" came a very low voice. Male.

"That way... no, I think it's this way... no, wait, I think..."

"A crying shame, Yaxley, that you once studied here. Such a disgrace to Slytherin! It's THIS way!" hissed the feminine voice.

Harry leant out further, and then he saw a few black-robed figures hurry off into the darkness ahead, and disappear behind the bend.

Yaxley... Where had he heard this name before?

"They're really here...", came a ragged whisper from behind him, and he jumped.

"Professor?"

He swallowed hard as he leaned back to see Professor McGonagall's ghostly white and horrified face in the dim corridor lights. His eyes widened.

"Harry," Professor McGonagall's lip was quivering. She never called him by his first name unless it was a grave situation, and when she was worried for him. "Go find your friends. Those who were in the... Dumbledore's Army with you last year. I must go alert the rest of the staff. You are right; the Death-Eaters have infiltrated the walls of Hogwarts..."

Her voice trailed off, with a despair so evident that Harry felt his blood run cold.

The Death-Eaters have infiltrated the walls of Hogwarts...

-.-.-.-.-.-

Hermione stepped out of the Room of Requirement, her eyes misty. In her clenched right fist, was the ring of Pansy Parkinson. But it told her nothing.

In the other fist, lay the charmed coin.

It told her nothing either.

"You asked me why I kissed you..."

She closed her eyes, savouring the moment when his arms were around her, and his face buried in the curls that pooled around her neck.

"The first time I did, it was because I thought I had lost you there. I thought I was going to die, and Rookwood would kill you thereafter. And it would be my fault. I knew all along that there was a huge possibility that you were doing this for Potter. But you were insane; you went so far ahead with me, that isn't Gryffindor courage anymore, that's stupidity."

No, certainly not Gryffindor courage.

And yes, stupidity.

"The second time I did..."

She remembered how hoarse his voice had become, a fragile sound.

"Was to say sorry. For wanting to leave you behind. That wasn't Malfoy pride, that was stupidity too."

Then her own words came back to her.

"I was really beginning to think... I was – really nobody to you."

Had Draco answered? She could barely remember what happened after she said that. Those words kept echoing in her mind.

Where was he? What did Pansy do to him? Was she a Death-Eater as well, and had she brought Draco to face justice with Voldemort – if that could even be considered justice?

A shudder ran through her. Draco Malfoy, are you going to leave me behind again?

Why do you care so much? A voice in her head demanded. Why do you trust him so much? He wanted to leave you behind in the cave, maybe he and Pansy put up an act to make you fall into a trap!

Her breath came out in short, stunted gasps. Do you really believe that?

Another shudder came. But...

Hermione stared at her left fist. That wasn't a shudder.

That was a vibration.

She held up her fist and opened up her fingers slowly.

The coin jumped!

Hermione gasped as she grabbed at it, then flipped it over, only to see the miniscule words floating on the surface:

SLYTHERIN DUNGEON PORTKEY HELP DRACO.

She stood stock-still at the moment, completely overwhelmed by a flood of emotions that was overtaking her senses.

He was alive!

Draco, I...

But the word "help" suddenly jolted her back to reality.

"I don't need your help..." "...filthy Mudblood..."

The adrenaline that kicked in took control of her limbs and she found herself running towards the direction of the Slytherin dungeons. She could hardly care that she was not supposed to be out at this time of the night; she would try to see Argus Filch stop her! There was little time left – there couldn't be any other people wanting Draco's life as much as the Death Eaters; on one hand, he held the Horcrux secrets that Rookwood dearly desired, on the other hand, he had utterly betrayed Lord Voldemort, and none of the loyal minions would have stood for it. Nothing – nothing could be more important than that!

Just as she was running along the corridor, another vibration ran through her. For a moment, Hermione thought it was another message from Draco – but no, this vibration came from within her robes. Confused, she stopped short and pulled out what was another coin from her robe pocket.

The DA coin.

The glowing mark on it was unmistakeable.

Harry needed the DA. Something was wrong.

She flipped it over.

DEATH EATERS IN HOGWARTS.

Her eyes grew round with utter horror.

Too late! All too late! They had penetrated the walls of Hogwarts!

Find Harry and Ron! You've got to fight them!

But another voice was calling out in her head. What about Draco? He needs your help!

He's a DEATH EATER!

Don't be stupid, you know he's not one at heart!

Hermione clutched at her head. This was the wrong time to be getting a splitting headache! She was Hermione Granger, a cool, calm and collected Gryffindor! She could think this out rationally, yes, weigh the pros and the cons, decide which was the most rational solution...

No, when it came to Draco Malfoy, nothing could possibly be rational.

"Hermione?"

A soft voice startled her. Hermione stared at the far end of the corridor, and immediately recognised the long blonde tresses. "Luna! Did you get Harry's message!"

Luna placed a finger to her lips, looked left and right in a very calm manner, then sprinted silently towards Hermione. When she stopped in front of Hermione, she stared at her in an oddly piercing manner. "What's wrong? Why aren't you going?"

Hermione winced. "Luna, I..."

Luna merely looked at her patiently.

Giving up, Hermione let out a frustrated sigh. "Luna, tell me what to do! Dra – I mean, Malfoy's in danger right now, and he sent me a message through my charmed coin that he's somewhere that can be accessed by this Portkey in the Slytherin dungeons, and then Harry messages me to say that Death Eaters are here! What am I supposed to do?"

"Isn't Malfoy a Death Eater too?"

"Oh, Luna, you can't possibly think that just because he was so furious at the cave!" Hermione cried desperately, feeling as though nobody could possibly understand how she was feeling now. In fact, she felt like whichever route she chose, she'd be condemned to Hell anyway, and that wasn't a pleasant feeling at all.

And not to mention, time was ticking.

"Oh he seemed fairly nice somehow, even though he was blowing his top. But he's still a Death Eater," said Luna, cocking her head to one side.

"Luna, please just..."

"You've decided, Hermione," said Luna, in a very wispy voice that seemed to have an oddly calming effect. "You're just worried about making Harry angry. It's okay."

"But..."

"Harry has Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Corrinne. Who does Malfoy have?"

Hermione felt something stab at her.

"I'll come with you, if you don't mind." Luna gave her a little smile, her blue eyes still sharply gazing at Hermione, but the smile was pleasant enough. "If we save Draco Malfoy, then he can join us on our side against the Death Eaters. If you go fight now without saving him, I don't think you'd feel at ease one bit."

Hermione didn't know what to say. Suddenly, she felt like embracing Luna Lovegood.

"Let us go, before the Murriwuts hear us and alert the Death Eaters. They've got very good ears even though they're blind." And Luna pulled her along.

"The – what?"

-.-.-.-.-.-

"Harry!" A hoarse whisper came from behind. Harry spun around and saw Ron, Ginny, Neville and Corrinne all lined up against the wall.

"Death Eaters?" Ron choked.

Harry nodded grimly. "There're about six of them, and they all came in via Slughorn's fireplace I should think. McGonagall has gone to wake up the rest of the staff. I think we'd better split up – they're heading to someone's office, I'm not sure who..."

"No guesses, they're going straight for Dumbledore!" Corrinne hissed, her eyes a flaming deep red.

"He's not in!" Harry stared at her.

"Then they'll go for everyone!" Corrinne shot back, icily. Neville placed a trembling hand on her arm, and she looked away angrily.

"Where's Hermione and Luna?" demanded Harry.

"I can't believe Hermione just ran away like that and doesn't respond immediately to the coin she charmed," Ron growled.

"Hey, here's not the time to talk about this, we've got to go!" Ginny glared at her brother.

The group of them scurried down the corridor towards Dumbledore's office, only to stop short before entering the main corridor when Harry saw that there were figures there. He clamped his mouth as he plastered himself against the wall, straining to hear the muffled voices, and the rest followed suit.

"...we going to just stand here and wait for him to issue us an invitation?"

"Don't be stupid! Once we have the traitor boy here in front of his office, he has to meet us!"

"You think Lestrange really knows what she's doing?"

"It's her sister's son, for Merlin's sake! If Narcissa Malfoy says that there's nowhere else the boy could be but school, then he must be hiding somewhere! Excellent defenses, and that stupid rot of a Headmaster... where else could he possibly go!"

"Pity pity, Lestrange went to all that trouble for nothing, kidnapping the girl... getting that silly boy called what – Zabby? Zobbery? – to run errands for her..."

"Keep your voice down, will you! There's a cranky old caretaker around!"

"Oh right, he's still here? Damn..."

Ginny tugged at Harry's sleeve, and they slunk back into the shadows.

"They want to get Malfoy to lure Dumbledore out!" whispered Ron, looking scandalised.

"And he's going to get thrown into a cauldron and boiled into soup for Voldemort!" Corrinne added, thinly.

Harry issued her a fierce glare, the cogwheels in his brain spinning at full speed. Just the few of them versus the Death Eaters, for the rest of the DA no longer checked their coins regularly, and wouldn't be likely to be alerted to Harry's message. As for the staff – goodness knows who would be ready to fight them. There was only one person who could handle this – Hogwarts needed him, and needed him now.

Turning to Ginny, he grabbed her hand and whispered,

"I'm going to ask McGonagall to let me go find Dumbledore, he's at his brother's inn. There's no way we're going to work this out without him around. You – all – try to distract those ruddy Death Eaters before Dumbledore comes, don't split up anymore, stay together! This Death Eaters may be more powerful than we think. Ron, take care of them alright, mate?"

"Alright, I've got it, now go before you get all soppy!" Ron made a face at him.

Harry kissed Ginny's forehead, gave Ron a heavy pat on the back, followed by Neville, and then looked at Corrinne.

"Watch that temper," he muttered.

Corrinne made a rather rude noise.

With that, Harry sped off into the darkness.

They stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Okay, now what?" Ron demanded, rounding onto them, completely forgetting to lower his voice. "Go jump on those Death Eaters? Throw some spells on them?" He thought for a while. "Yeah that sounds like what Harry might do, maybe throw some..."

He trailed off when he saw the wide eyes staring at him. "What? I mean..."

No, not staring at him.

Staring behind him.

Ron's eyes widened too.

"Throw some spells at us, did you say?"

Ron spun around, only to met with the tip of a wand. He gulped as he stared into the face of an unfamiliar man, who apart from a rather potly figure, had a crooked nose and rather large frog-like eyes.

"What are you children doing out here at night!" hissed the man.

Corrinne smirked. "Catching Death Eaters."

The man's eyes narrowed, and his mouth curved into a deep scowl.

"Selwyn, let's not pretend, I'm suddenly itching to do some practice." Another voice came, and a taller and leaner man with a sallow face appeared, his eyes gleaming like a cat's. "Maybe some..."

The man raised his wand.

But he did not see Ginny's wand flash in the darkness.

"STUPEFY!" The light that burst out from Ginny's wand blasted the tall man into the wall behind. Taking advantage of Selwyn being momentarily taken aback by that, Corrinne immediately threw a spell at him. "IMPEDIMENTA!"

Selwyn screeched as he was sent flying into the tall man. A jet of red light shot straight at Ron, but Ginny knocked him down onto the floor.

"OWW!"

"GET UP, RON!"

Ron scrambled up and pushed Ginny to the side, just as another red light shot at them. Corrinne threw another spell over, and hurried them up. "Quick, RUN!"

They ran down the corridor, dodging as much as they could with spells zipping over their heads

"Where's Harry and Hermione when you need them?" gasped Ron, as a spell narrowly missed his arm.

"Who – was – the – one – who – said to – be like – a – MAN!" Ginny hacked out as she nearly stumbled. She turned around and cast her famous Bat Bogey Hex, eliciting some yells from the two men, before she continued running.

They could barely manage throwing over a couple of spells themselves, when they had reached a staircase. Quickly, Ron ran downwards, but Corrinne had run upwards.

"Corrinne Whitemayer!" yelled Ron, and stopped running as he realised that Neville and Corrinne were split from Ginny and him. "Come back DOWN!"

But before Corrinne could reply, she found herself staring at two unfamiliar people on the stairs above her. The hooded figures pulled back their black hoods, and revealed similar faces with similar sneering expressions. Slowly, Corrinne backed away, and Neville tried to make her back down behind him. On the staircase landing, Selwyn and the tall Death Eater had advanced towards them, their face with remnant scars from Ginny's vicious hexes.

"Ooh, Alecto, what a find! Am I right to say that those two redheads are whom I think they are?" One of the duo raised his eyebrows in a comically exaggerated manner.

"You mean..." Selwyn gaped, pointing downwards at Ginny and Ron. "Those are the Weasleys?"

"You fool, Selwyn!" The sharp, sinister voice of the other half of the duo spat. "And you, Yaxley! Fancy being thrown spells by a couple of silly students!"

"Shut up, Amycus!" growled Yaxley.

"Are you telling ME to shut – "

Ginny immediately made to run, but then Selwyn's wand was up and pointing at her. "Don't you move anymore, young lady, or you'd be blown to bits!"

Ron quickly stood in front of his sister, glaring at Selwyn, who merely smirked. From above, the one called Alecto cackled.

"Suddenly so valiant, Weasley? Not in Potter's shadow anymore?"

Ron shot the dark figure a look of pure hatred. "If you think that'll make me waver, you're despicable!"

"Then where's the girl? Oh, the one that you could have had by your side if not for Drakey. Poor thing, nobody could possibly resist Draco's appeal, could they? Fallen into the hands of the enemy..."

Ron turned white. Clearly, the Death Eaters knew that Hermione was being implicated in this whole thing. It had to be Zabini's doing.

"Where's Hermione?" He could hardly suppress the rage in him.

"Oh, getting concerned, aren't we? Right now, she's..."

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and Selwyn instinctively turned – only to see Yaxley fall sideways onto the ground, his eyes staring fixatedly ahead. There was a collective gasp from the Death Eaters above. Selwyn leapt over Yaxley's lifeless body to throw a spell – and dodged as another spell came flying through.

"Bunch of useless monkeys, you all, to come and wreak havoc here!" Alastor Moody's gruff but furious voice was unmistakeable.

"Quick, RUN!" Ginny tugged at Ron's sleeve, and immediately, they bounded down the stairs. Corrinne and Neville took advantage of Selwyn's distraction and followed suit, prompting the two Death-Eaters above to shriek and give chase. "STUPEFY!"

"Run, children!" Moody bellowed, as he raised his staff to strike at Selwyn one more time.

"We've got to save HERMIONE!" Ron yelled, as he ran.

"There's MALFOY!" Ginny shrieked.

"You're counting on HIM? Did you hear what that woman said?"

"Fun, fun, fun!" shrieked the Death-Eater called Alecto, as she chased after them. "Amycus, we should have told Dolohov to leave that werewolf alone!"

-.-.-.-.-.-

Antonin Dolohov was standing at the top of the Astronomy Tower, his wand pointed at another – belonging to Remus Lupin. The two of them were glaring daggers at each other, and there was a faint smirk on Dolohov's face.

"Remus Lupin." He drawled. "It's surprising that you're still able to assume a humanoid form, after what Greyback did to you. Pathetic, dependent on people your whole life just to brew a potion for you. Dependent on a Death Eater to boot. How pathetic can you get?"

Lupin's eyes narrowed. Everything had happened so quickly – Minerva had summoned the Order via fireplace, and he found himself with Tonks in Minerva's office within seconds. Then they had split up, only to find himself battling Antonin Dolohov all the way to the top of the Tower. Now in the midst of the chilly wind and the night sky, there were only the two of them. Dolohov was one of the more powerful Death Eaters, Lupin knew, and he had been in seclusion all this while. Merlin knew how many tricks he had up his sleeve that nobody had ever encountered before.

"Got yourself a loved one, haven't you, Remus?"

"Don't talk to me like you're a friend." Lupin gritted his teeth. "Get your fellow – comrades and get out of here!"

"Not when we haven't managed to find what we've come for." Dolohov smiled coldly. "Tell us where Draco Malfoy and Albus Dumbledore are."

Lupin gave a hollow laugh. "You storm Hogwarts to find Draco Malfoy and Albus Dumbledore? Are you out of your mind? Has the fact that Hogwarts been impenetrable all this while completely eluded you? Do you think you can get out of here alive?"

Something in Dolohov's eyes flickered, but he merely snickered. "Don't try to play games with me, werewolf." He was clearly tired of playing the courtesy game. "I know that Albus Dumbledore is no longer the great wizard he was." And the curved smile on his face became more confident. "I saw him fall to the ground in that cave, crying like a baby... being shoved cupfuls of poisonous water by that dratted Potter boy, but oh, how mesmerising – that powerful wizard reduced to a vulnerable, helpless infant, babbling like an idiot. So pathetic, really."

Lupin stared in bewilderment.

"Oh, I was there, Remus." Dolohov chuckled. "I saw it all happen. I was there all the while. Always there, watching when Albus Dumbledore came into the cave, only to be thwarted by the presence of Maldash Wentervale – remember him?"

"You... you knew about the Horcrux?" Lupin was disbelieving. "But – but the Keeper was..."

"So you know, don't you?" Dolohov smirked. "It's no longer a secret, since it was destroyed. But after Wentervale was exiled, I took over as Secret-Keeper. Watched as time and again, Wentervale tried to get to the Horcrux and fail miserably. I watched as he leapt across the chasm into the pit of the dragon, but always seem to be resurrected. I was puzzled... I never knew how he did it. Then just when I wanted to investigate, Dumbledore came once again – but this time, with two meddlesome children!"

"And lo and behold – who should one of them be but Draco Malfoy!"

"I hid in the darkness all the while; nobody saw me, not even a flicker of a shadow. But I heard them. I thought that Malfoy was on espionage mission, so I left it to him..."

"But then Dumbledore brought Potter along later – I couldn't let Potter get near the Horcrux, not at all... "

"Still," Dolohov let out another low laugh, "I just let them get near it. I even let them destroy it. And I wasn't punished for it. Do you know why?"

Lupin didn't have to hear anymore. It was clear – Dolohov meant Dumbledore to drink the poisoned water and to be weakened. Voldemort would have been more than willing to sacrifice a part of his soul to cripple the other greatest living wizard. The chill from the surrounding winds seem to pierce through his skin even more, and he could feel an infernal rage boil up within him – an animalistic instinct that was raging through his veins...

Suddenly, he found himself hurled to the corner of the tower wall, knocking against the hard concrete – he saw stars. Dolohov had taken advantage of his distraction and once again, sent him flying to the other corner. Lupin pulled out his wand, but found it flying out of his hand – and into Dolohov's.

Lupin stared in horror. Dolohov's skills and reflexes were definitely honed to excellence. No wonder he became the next Secret-Keeper...

"Come get your wand, werewolf." Dolohov sneered. "One more step, and you're no more!"

A/N: The original DA coin did not have words on it, so just another liberty I took!