His feet met the floor and he remained upright somehow, even when his mind was focused on Luna and how empty his hand was. He looked around to find her but the three women were already walking up to a door of an abandoned looking house.

Draco glanced left and right and saw that all the houses around them were identical. It was a neighbourhood, but the whole thing looked wrong. Neighbourhoods, villages, places with houses like this, there were always people, dogs, kids.

There was no one.

The lawns were overgrown, shingles slipped out of place on rooftops, there were two broken windows Draco could count from his precursory glance. There were abandoned toys, a bright red and blue tricycle bleached pink and white on one side where the sun consistently met it.

"Merlin, get your idiot man in here before he gets us all found out." Weasley said and Draco's head jerked back to find Luna and Weasley staring at him from the safe, dark hallway of the house they had entered.

When he stepped through the door, he was greeted immediately by a familiarity he couldn't quite place his mind on. The air was thick and humid, smells and what felt like electricity coursed through him, and eventually he was able to pinpoint dittany, and peppermint, and he heard the thick gloppy sound of liquids bubbling. Potions.

Granger had disappeared into a corridor and Weasley followed her. Luna remained, her head cocked to the side as she eyed Draco carefully, gauging him.

"I'll show you where you're sleeping." she eventually said and she climbed the staircase, pausing only to look back at Draco who had not begun to follow her. He hesitated to take a peek around again, and noticed the hallway led to at least three other rooms, with a wide open frame leading to the dining room and kitchen.

The dining table and chairs were mix matched, the things around it were piled high against the walls and the room was too dark to make out what it was. In fact, there were no lights at all, just flickering flames hovering in the air like warm lighting bugs without erraticity.

He followed Luna into the dark second floor and was surprised to see that the room behind the door she had disappeared into was long and lined with about twenty beds, like the hospital wing at Hogwarts.

The internal size of the room didn't match the external length of the house and Draco was immediately struck by the magic of it. This was a muggle neighbourhood, how did they get away with this? Probably because it was abandoned and the probability of being around a muggle would have been zero percent. Fidelius Charm, likely.

"Hermione and Ginny are taking care of the patients downstairs, and not everyone is here, but you should get settled. We have a long night ahead of us." Luna floated around and pointed to a bed near the door. "Yours, if you stay."

"If I stay?" Draco's fingers tingled, his mind floated out of his head and he was looking down at himself and Luna and the full depth of him walking away from the Death Eaters, one arm less, slapped him. "I can't go back. What do you mean, if I stay?"

"Bill and Fleur might be opposed to you sleeping amongst us." Luna half shrugged. "Let's hope they trust you."

"Do you have veritaserum?" Draco said quickly. "I'll do anything."

"It's not up to me, Draco." Luna said.

"I'll stay as a hostage, I don't care." Draco was rooted to spot, his body physically protesting to leaving. Luna just stared at him and smiled a little before she retreated to the corridor again and Draco followed her.

"Bill and Fleur are here, along with Aberforth." Luna knocked on a door before a voice called her in. "Hermione and Gin will be up in a second." Luna explained before stepping aside and Draco had a clear view of the room where he awkwardly stood like a boy being chastised in front of a whole class. He cleared his throat.

He lifted his right hand and waved, felt ridiculous, and said "Hi, everyone."

The man who had disfiguring scars across his face that stretched his features when he laughed, was presumably Bill Weasley, while the silver haired, completely displaced looking Veela of a woman Draco vaguely remembered from the Triwizard Tournament flipped her hair and stared at him as though he smelled of faeces. Aberforth definitely smelled like animal droppings but Draco was distracted by the Weasley man's laughter.

"Did he just say hi?" Bill sobered at a chastising look from his wife. "Luna, why isn't he restrained?"

"I have his wand, and he is missing a hand." Luna said simply. "We'll wait for Hermione and Gin to get up here before he tells us about the Manor and we can all plan how to go about this attack."

Draco held up his stump to prove her point and that earned him a feeble smile from Luna that warmed his stomach with hope he scarcely dared to grasp.

"I'm willing to work with you guys." Draco cleared his throat because his words disappeared at the end. "I'm just learning that there's a light at the end of this shitshow."

"Yea? Why didn't you come sooner?" Bill laughed humourlessly again and Fleur made a sound in the back of her throat.

"What are we gonna do about that stump boy?" Aberforth asked as he sunk into a weathered armchair that didn't match the other pieces of furniture. There was a well used table spread with papers and parchment, inkpots and tiny figures, like a chess board but larger, in the middle of the room. This room was also magically expanded, but it was only a third the size of the sleeping quarters.

Draco thought this man looked like Albus Dumbledore the longer he stared at him in the dark flickering lights and his stomach turned cold; he almost retched bile onto the carpet. Dumbledore did have a brother, right? Hadn't he read as much in that wretched book Skeeter wrote?

"I'll be fitting him with something so he can be less of a useless turd." Granger shouldered past Draco and strode straight to the table to glance at it. She flicked her wand and pieces moved before she nodded at the Veela, Will, and Aberforth. "Shall we get started?"