Unraveled
Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Forbidden Forest
Fiona froze for a moment. A chill crept down her spine as she looked straight at Draco. "Let's get back on the ground, Draco," she suggested.
"Why?"
"I want to stop." There was something wrong. Draco eyed her carefully, but something made him believe her. A black cloud of cloaks came flying towards them. He felt his insides freeze up. Fiona paled over instantly and lost her grip on the broomstick. She didn't have time to think as memories came flashing back to her. She silently slipped. Draco's hand darted out to stop her because he was close enough. "What the bloody Hell is this?" he gasped as they surrounded them.
"Draco…" gasped Fiona. She looked around her. "What are these things?"
"Dementors," he said without letting her go, he went for his wand. He quickly made silver sparks fly out of the tip of his wand, while the Dementors scattered, he pulled Fiona onto his broomstick. The Dementors quickly regrouped. "Get us out of here. Please," she whispered in great pain as she pressed her face against his back.
He didn't need to tell her that they had to move. Draco made his broomstick go faster and took off as quickly as he could. The Dementors followed them. He looked around. The castle's route was blocked, so he had no choice but to go over the Forbidden Forest.
Fiona fumbled with her wand. She had to remember the spell that Sensei Ran made her practice with him. It was a spell to ward off the Dementors, but was it enough to get rid of all of them?
Draco sped them faster. He had wondered if he could find a way to put her in safe place. She wasn't experienced enough on the broomstick to split up and confuse them. The Dementors had weakened her more than him. He strengthened his resolved and gritted his teeth as he willed his broomstick to take a dive for the ground, confusing the cloaked devils.
"Oh, no. Draco, do you know your way around here?" she asked.
"Uh…no. I've only been in here once, but we're safer here than up there," he said calmly as he looked around.
"Those are the guards of the prison, aren't they?"
"Yes."
"Expelliarmus," said a soft voice that sounded almost familiar to Fiona. It was Lucius Malfoy. It was remarkable how much Draco sounded like him. Their wands flew to him. Draco paled over as he grabbed Fiona's arm and pulled her behind him. "I should have known," he whispered as he looked up at his father.
"What son? No hello? Why don't you introduce me to the girl? I know I've taught you better manners than that," said Lucius.
"You're not taking her anywhere, you fucking bastard!" shouted Draco as his hate boiled over.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. What a fool I've raised. You could have been great. Instead, you'll be dead," whispered Lucius as he shook his head.
A rat came from behind the pair. He transformed back into his human form and grabbed Fiona from behind. "I'm sorry, young mistress," said Wormtail as he grabbed her.
"Let me go or you'll be sorry!" spat Fiona as her temper flared. The Dementors had weakened her, but her strength was coming back. The silver hand cupped her chin. He was taller than her. "You do look like your mother, but you also have your father's spirit. I'm so sorry for all this."
"If you're sorry now, I'll make you sorrier!" she shouted. She did half turned as she stepped on his foot. Lunging with a high kick with her other leg. He stumbled back in pain and surprise. She stood in a battle stance.
"As much as this amuses me, and it really does, we don't have time for this," said Lucius casually as he raised his wand. "Crucio."
Draco felt pain rip through his entire body. He collapsed onto the ground. "DRACO!" shouted Fiona. "AAAAAAAAAAAH!" he screamed.
"You could have been great. The power you could have had would have been unimaginable. All you had to do was follow the Dark Lord," continued Lucius. "You were weak. You allowed your weakness to get the better of you. Just like your mother."
Draco felt like his body was being ripped apart. He could feel everything being torn little by little. He reached out his hand for something. Anything to make it stop. "STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!" shouted Fiona as her eyes filled with tears.
Wormtail recovered and approached her again. "Imperio. I'm sorry, young mistress. I didn't mean for it to come to this," he whispered. Fiona felt her body go ridged. She tried to shout again, but every time she tried she felt pain.
"Turn her around, Wormtail," said Lucius. He thought that this would have been too much for her to see. And as long as Draco could see her, he resisted more.
"You won't win!" Draco managed to gasped. He felt a sharper pain go through him as Lucius increased it. "Your mother begged me to spare her. That was weak. However, I want to hear you beg for mercy, boy."
"No!" roared Draco. Suddenly the pain stopped. "You killed her. You fucking son of a bitch. You'll pay for it!" His face was drenched with sweat and now tears.
Fiona struggled, staring at Wormtail. He felt so bad for doing this to her. She never did anything to him. The only thing she did wrong was being born. He could see Sirius in her. She fought the curse. The crystal that hung around her neck began to glow.
Lucius used a spell that picked up Draco's limp body. He slammed him against the tree trunks making him bleed on the inside. It was as a good as using a punching bag. For the trouble the boy caused he didn't deserve a painless death. He hurled him upwards and slammed him to the ground.
She died due to contusions on her body, but the cause was unknown, thought Fiona as she heard the groans of pain from behind her. Mom…she died like this. Please make this stop. Make this stop! "MAKE THIS STOP!" she shouted as she broke the Imperius Curse. After that something truly remarkable happened.
*
Everyone at the castle froze when a white beam of light flashed from the Forbidden Forest. Sirius was in Remus office waiting for sunset, for the moon to come out. The sounds of people coming out into the hall alarmed them.
"There's Dementors! They're outside!" shouted a student. Sirius paled over and transformed. Remus opened the door, knowing about his transformation, students quickly moved out of their way, half afraid of him. He and Sirius ran through the halls. All the teachers met at the closest entrance. Professor Dumbledore looked furious.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron came out. "It looked like a nuclear blast," said Hermione breathlessly from all the running.
Ron didn't bother to ask what that meant. "What happened?"
Harry had another unsettling thought. Fiona. She was outside with Draco. Without a word, he bolted for the Quidditch field. "Come back here, Mr. Potter!" roared Professor MacGonagall.
He ignored her and ran faster. He tore off his robes to make him run faster. Ron took off after him. "Malfoy and Fiona went out to fly after class!" he shouted.
Sirius ran quickly. Professor MacGonagall looked at Professor Dumbledore for orders. "Professors Snape, MacGonagall, Figg, and Lupin. You're with me. Everyone go back to your houses!" ordered the Headmaster.
They went off in the same direction that Harry had gone. He had gotten there long before everyone else. The Dementors came hurtling towards him. "Expecto Patronum!" he roared with his wand pointed directly at them. The white, silvery stag flew out and charged the Dementors.
He saw the broomstick lying on the ground. He went up to it. By that time, Sirius had arrived. "Harry, are you all right?!" he demanded. He paused as he saw the broomstick.
"It's the broomsticks that the Slytherin team uses," said Harry as he gripped it tightly. "It was a trap. A big trap. Malfoy. He wasn't trying to protect her at all."
The rest of the party caught up with them. "No. They're both gone, Harry," said Professor Dumbledore.
"Then where are they?" asked Ron.
"That light came from the Forbidden Forest. They must be in there. We don't know how much time they have left. It's almost dark," said Remus as he felt his body begin to ache.
"Then, let's go," said Sirius as he transformed. Harry didn't wait for anyone to tell him he couldn't go. He went ahead of them. He stopped for a moment. He heard an ear piercing scream. It was Draco Malfoy.
*
"Foolish girl! Don't throw your life needlessly away," said Lucius. "You are a descendant of Slytherin and the blood of the most powerful wizard in the world flows through your veins."
Fiona had rushed in between Lucius and Draco to stop him from using more curses. "You won't hurt me. You need me in one piece." She held out her arms firmly.
"No…no…I'm not worth it. Just get out of here," whispered Draco. "Don't die for me. Move. Run."
"No. She stays here. His life was over the moment he betrayed the Dark Lord. You should not do the same. Your mother did and she paid for it," said Lucius.
"You and all of your kind can go to Hell where you belong," said Fiona as her eyes seemed to glow again.
"I don't know what kind of magic you just did, girl. But, I'm sure your grandfather will put you in your place. You have a destiny to fulfill. This world is for you. All the Muggles, Mudbloods, and Half-Bloods, along with all their lovers, will be destroyed. You shouldn't be mixing with these people. You are to rule them, my young mistress," he told her.
"I would rather die first," she said. "Before I let you harm anyone else again, you cold hearted bastard."
Wormtail looked around. He had to come up with something. He looked at Lucius who was staring straight into Fiona's eyes. He took a dagger from his boot. He lunged for Draco, who could not fight him. "This is over! I've had enough of this! Let's just get out of here!" he shouted. Draco winced in pain as the dagger went into his stomach.
"No!" she gripped Wormtail who was able to push her off this time. She stumbled back again, but closer to Lucius.
"The boy was mine! I will kill him! Not you!" shouted Lucius as he raised his wand. "Av-"
Fiona whispered. "No…NO!" she shouted as her hands raised up. Her eyes glowed white as a beam flashed from her palms. Lucius could feel something strange happen to him. His wand would not work. His body had stiffened.
Wormtail had stopped and watched in horror as Lucius' wand turned against him. The wand began to grow like a plant. Vines wrapped around his arm. "What kind of magic is this?" whispered Wormtail. The wand kept Lucius rooted to one spot. Roots began to form from underneath, locking him in place.
He turned to look at Fiona who couldn't believe what she was watching. "What have you done, girl?" he shouted.
His body began to change. He was becoming a tree. A birch tree. When it was done, he stood there frozen. Not really a man anymore. It looked as if a birch tree had engulfed him. His face was twisted in uttered terror.
Wormtail gazed at it as he looked at Fiona. He stepped back afraid of the magic she possessed. Suddenly Sirius mauled him from behind. He growled. Fiona stood up and stumbled over to Draco who was breathing shallowly. He was gasping as he gripped her hand.
"Draco. Shh. Don't try to talk. You're going to be fine. Listen to me. Look at me," she whispered as he kept his eyes opened for her. She pulled the handkerchief that he had in his pocket and pressed it against the wound. She kept his head in lap. "Don't leave me. Please."
Sirius transformed into his human form. "You fucking bastard! What have you done?!" He lifted Wormtail off the ground. "Dad. Draco needs help," pleaded Fiona. "Please help me."
Sirius tried to ignore her pleas. "Yes, Sirius. Old friend. Listen to her. She's so kind. Just like her mother. Please," pleaded Wormtail.
"Peter Pettigrew!" shouted Professor MacGonagall. Everyone took out their wands, except for Remus who was undergoing his transformation.
Draco sputtered and coughed up blood. "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!" shouted Fiona more desperately. Harry came to her side. There was blood everywhere. Draco's eyes were rolling back. Professor Dumbledore went to them. He chanted a spell with his wand and some dressing appeared tied to the wound in his stomach. "We must return to the castle. Madame Pomfrey and Dr. Lawson will assist Draco."
Arabella examined the tree. She saw Lucius' face in it. She reached out her hand and touched it. In her head, she could hear him screaming. She pulled back. "What in the name of Merlin happened to him?" Severus looked around. "I've never heard or seen anything like this," he whispered.
"Nevermind," said Sirius as he lifted Wormtail up. "Let's go back to the castle." Remus in his werewolf form growled at him. However, he was trying to get Sirius' attention to Fiona. She looked like she was going to collapse on her feet. She was shaking. Harry gripped her gently as her legs gave out. She was sobbing as she looked at her hands. He comforted her as he lifted her up in his arms.
Sirius didn't let go of Wormtail. "The Dementors. How did you get them?" he demanded.
"The Dark Lord…" started Wormtail. "Listen Sirius. Padfoot. I'll cooperate now. I can't go back to the Dark Lord. He wants your daughter. You have to believe me. He'll kill me. He'll us all."
"Black, carry her," ordered Severus. "I think I can handle, this pathetic excuse for a human being." Sirius glared at Severus for a moment before going to Fiona and getting her from Harry's arms. Harry felt numb as he looked at Ron.
Everyone kept their wands trained on Wormtail on the way back to the castle, except for Professor Dumbledore and Sirius. He kept whispering some words of comfort to his daughter. She was scared out of her wits and shaking. Remus walked beside him to add space between them and Wormtail. He growled at him from time to time.
They all went back. All of them went to the Infirmary first, while Wormtail was taken into custody by Arabella Figg. She and Severus set to work getting information out of him. Professor Dumbledore had to go send an owl to Minister Fudge about Wormtail's capture, while Professor MacGonagall went to go make an announcement to the students.
Harry stayed with Ron at the infirmary until they were told to wait outside. Neither of them said a word as they sat on the floor next to the door. Sirius washed Draco's blood off Fiona's arms. Madame Pomfrey changed her clothes. Remus paced in front of the door to keep anyone from coming in.
Nell got to work on Draco as soon as they came in. She operated in another section of the room with Madame Pomfrey's assistance. She came after she helped Fiona change clothes and looked her over. Fiona was physically fine except for a few bumps and bruises. She was rather quiet. Her father sat next her, stroking her hair and murmuring to her softly to calm her down. Her eyes were glazed over the same way they were the day her mother died.
Draco's heart stopped once during the surgery, but Nell was able to get it beating again. He was slipping in and out of consciousness. He was struggling to live, but it was difficult. The only thing that made him fight was hearing Fiona's pleas over and over again. He had to protect her, but in the end she had protected him.
His mother was dead. His father had justtried to kill him, and he had no idea what happened to him. Nell tried her best to help him. She stitched the wound in his stomach and put a stop to the internal bleeding. The blows to his skull were being mended by Madame Pomfrey. Both women worked tirelessly to save his life. Both did as much as they could. After four hours of hard work, Nell emerged. "I've done all I can. All we can do now is wait for him to wake up."
Sirius looked up and nodded. Fiona had fallen fast asleep after he made her drink a sleeping potion. "It's been a hard first day for her," he whispered. He pulled the sheets up to tuck her in more. He kissed her on the cheek. He didn't bother to take off the crystal and when Madame Pomfrey said she was going to, he stopped her.
"You do realize with Wormtail in custody, you'll be free," said Nell softly with a smile. Sirius looked up at her and grinned. "I hadn't thought of that yet. My daughter was in crisis at the time. I would have killed him if she wasn't there. I wouldn't want her to see me do that." He gently stroked her cheek. "I can't believe how close I came to losing her." His throat constricted.
"I think your godson is also very worried. Why not let him in?" suggested Nell. Sirius nodded. Remus opened the door by going on his hind legs and opening the knob with his paw. He pressed the door opened slowly. Harry looked at Remus. He got up slowly without bothering to shake off his numb legs, he went inside. Ron followed slowly behind him. He and Remus wanted to give them some time. Nell looked at the pair. "Why don't we get something for all of us to eat?" she suggested.
"I know the way to the kitchens. I'm sure that the house elves will give us something," said Ron quietly. The three left, shutting the door quietly behind them.
"Is she all right?" asked Harry worriedly.
"Not completely. Physically, she's fine. Emotionally, I'm not sure. Harry, thank you. If you hadn't thought of where they were, then we may have gotten there too late," said Sirius as he stood up. He embraced Harry for a moment.
"What about Mal—I mean Draco?" said Harry.
"We don't know. We have to wait. He lost a lot of blood and broke some bones. I haven't seen anything like that since the attacks before you and Fiona were born. Before Voldemort disappeared the first time. Draco knew he wasn't safe from his father. I think we have to think about what to do next, but for now I think we should rest and recuperate."
"Sirius…about Fiona—"started Harry.
Sirius nodded, "I'm not blind, Harry. You are a lot like your father. However, you're as gentle as your mother. By the way, I've been meaning to ask you: what happened to your hands?"
Harry looked down. "I got mad this morning when she said she was going to go fly with Draco. I guess I wasn't wrong. But I wasn't right either."
"You can't push her. Fiona's been through a lot recently. You've had most of your life to get used to a lot of things, Harry. She's not ready yet. I know how you feel. I can see it. I saw it the first night you met her."
"Sirius, you're not going to believe this. I saw her before she even got here. I saw her in my dreams. I really did."
Sirius' eyes locked for a moment with Harry's. He thought about it carefully. "I see. Harry, there's something I have to warn you about. Fiona's not something you can control. Trust me. She'll only let you go so far. We've reached an understanding. You have to give her time. You have to trust her, especially in regards to Draco Malfoy. If you don't, then you don't stand a chance."
Harry swallowed and nodded. "I'll try anything."
"Um…here's a tip for you: don't sound too desperate," said Sirius with a slight smile.
Harry gave him a raised eyebrow. "But, Remus said that you had to beg her mother to go out with you."
"Well—"
"Then, she wouldn't marry you
when you asked."
"But you see—"
"She also tried to get away from you because you were being too persistent."
"Stop that. You're like your mother when you do that. Your father said I'd get arrested for stalking Thalia, but I didn't give up. I didn't say give up. I said don't sound too desperate," said Sirius with some annoyance.
"Remus also said that she—"
"I said stop."
"Fine. Any other advice?"
"Don't act like she belongs to you when she doesn't. She's my baby. Second, try not to get mad at her when she wants to do her own thing. It will annoy her. You have to let her have some independence. Or you'll risk losing her. That's something she gets from me and her mother."
"Okay," said Harry with a nod. It didn't sound too bad. Maybe he should have spoken with Sirius in the first place.
The door opened again and Professor Dumbledore walking in with Minister Fudge who had arrived quickly from London. Sirius stood, but it was unnecessary. "Mr. Black. I have heard everything that Peter Pettigrew has said," said the Minister, looking extremely pale and worn.
"I must say that this mistake can never been repaired. However, I have drafted the papers that announce your innocence official. You are free now. The news will get press for this, and by the morning, all of the wizarding world will know that you are innocent of these crimes. Pettigrew will be taken into custody to Azkaban. He's more than willing to go," said the Minister. His eyes stared straight into Sirius'. He had out his hand to Sirius, who looked at it for a moment before sharing the briefest of handshakes.
"With all do respect Minister, I would like to keep the news quiet for now. We could use it against Voldemort. We could stall for time this way," said Sirius.
"We could. However, Voldemort's already had the head of the French Ministry assassinated. It's too late. There have been attacks all over the world. If it wasn't for the spy that Professor Dumbledore had placed in my offices, I would have been dead by now. We must gather the Aurors."
"What about the meeting with Ryu Ran's order?" asked Harry suddenly.
"We cannot rely on them to assist us. Head of his order is still requiring a meeting with the Order of the Phoenix," said Minister Fudge.
"Then we will send an a convoy immediately. As soon as my grandson returns," said Professor Dumbledore. The minister paused for a moment. His eyes fell on Fiona. "Tell me, is she really You-Know-Who's blood relative."
Sirius' jaw stiffened. "Yes, but she's mine more than she's his. I won't let anyone harm her. Anyone," he said defensively.
"Of course, not. However, I am concerned of everyone else's safety in the school," said the minister.
"Minister Fudge, part of what you can do for Mr. Black is allow him to keep his daughter. Leave the child be. She almost died tonight. She is in more danger than anyone here. She must stay here where it is safe," said Dumbledore.
The minister nodded. Percy had managed to intercept an attack and alert other members of the order before it happened. If it wasn't for the Order of the Phoenix's actions, many world governments would have fallen by now. However, the Aurors were mobilized to stop the attacks. "Mr. Black, you are required as an Auror to serve."
"I believe I was stripped of my title. I would rather serve Professor Dumbledore than you. Good night, Minister," said Sirius as he turned back to go check on Fiona.
The minister nodded again. He could hardly blame the man. He still had no idea what kept his mind from going mad at Azkaban. Peter Pettigrew wouldn't be strong enough, and even if he was it would not be enough. The Dementors were going to administer the kiss on him as soon as possible. They left after Professor Dumbledore closed the door behind him.
Harry was stunned. It was over just like that. "You're free Sirius!" he said in a loud whisper.
Sirius smiled at him. "Yes. And you also know what that means?"
"I'm free from the Dursleys."
"Yes, we'll all get to go home. But not for a while still. There's still a fight ahead. Now that Professor Dumbledore's managed to convince Minister Fudge of the dangers we are in, we'll have an easier time trying to fight Voldemort, but no by much."
Harry felt happy despite all the trouble that was coming. Fiona was fine and Sirius was free. He was never so hopeful. Later on, Sirius and Harry were thrown out of the infirmary for staying. So, they left as soon as Nell, Remus, and Ron showed up.
*
The next morning, Fiona woke up to find her father sleeping in a chair next to her bed. She felt like she had been through a rough night. She felt sore from the day before. The crystal was hanging from her neck, catching her eye. She took a look at it again. For the first time, she had begun to wonder whether or not it was really all that it seemed to be.
She remembered the bright light that had emitted from it. She remembered it. She looked at her hands and remembered that the same kind of light came from her hands. What did she do to Lucius Malfoy? She had no idea.
Sirius blinked his eyes open. "Good morning, Fin," he said as he yawned. "I snuck back in after Madame Pomfrey kicked me out."
She gave him a weak smile. "How's Draco?"
"They're not sure yet. He hasn't woken up. Nell says that his heart stopped once completely during the surgery. But, he's still very lucky," answered Sirius.
"Dad…the Dementors. I don't know what happened. I saw myself coming home the day that Mom died," she whispered. He rubbed her back. "I felt my insides freeze up. Dad, Draco's father tried to kill him. He threw his body around like a ragdoll. Just like what happened to Mom. That other man, Wormtail, he had me turned around, but I could still hear everything. Draco almost died like Mom did…I don't know what happened. I did something. I meant to do something, but nothing like that." She folded her knees to her chest. She started to rock back and forth.
Sirius could hear the pain in her voice. It was ripping his heart apart to hear the pain she was in. "I slipped off my broomstick, but he caught me before I could fall. He went faster to get away from the Dementors when I asked. His father. I never saw anything like it. Was that what it was like for Mom?"
Sirius didn't want to answer that. He couldn't stand the thought of Thalia. He whispered, "Yes. Your mother would have nightmares at night. She would cry. I didn't know what was going on. All I could do was hold her. I couldn't understand."
"You shouldn't feel guilty. It's not your fault. It's his fault. He did all this. He's the reason why Harry doesn't have parents or a decent family. He's the reason why Draco's mother is dead. I wish I didn't have any part of him in me. I don't feel like it. But I am."
"No, you're you," said Sirius as he held her tightly. "I won't lose you. You're the only baby that your mother left me."
"Daddy, about the crystal…"
"Yes?"
"What's up with it? It started glowing suddenly during the fight."
"There's someone who can take a look at it if you want."
"Okay. Let's go. I want to take a bath," said Fiona as she pulled off the sheets. "And I'm hungry. I want to come back here and stay with Draco until he wakes up. He shouldn't be alone. Not now."
"Fine. I'll wait here, so he won't be." Sirius understood how much Draco meant to her. The boy was like a living reflection of Thalia. His life was so much like hers.
"Daddy, I love you," said Fiona as she stopped at door for a moment. After seeing how bad Draco had it, it made her appreciate her father even more.
"I love you, too, Fin," said Sirius with a smile. It had been a long time since someone told him that. She gave him a smile. He grinned back. "Go and get some food."
She left quietly and noticed that everyone was in class. How was she supposed to get food? She looked at her watch. When she entered her room she found a house elf. "Hello?"
"Ah!" it squealed.
"Um…I'm sorry. I'm here to get something from my trunk. Who are you?" asked Fiona.
"I be Winky," said the elf.
"Hello Winky," said Fiona as she gave a little curtsey to the little house elf. "I was wondering if you know where I can get some food. I'm hungry."
"Yes, I know the kitchens. Come with Winky," said the elf.
Fiona followed her down to the kitchens after getting the book that her mother had given her as a child. It was the book that Severus Snape had selected for her prior to her birth. She was going to read it to Draco, even though he probably couldn't understand her.
The house elves served her, but she ate everything quietly. The house elves were eager creatures, and Fiona thanked them very much. Most sounded rather surprised, making her wonder why anyone would not thank people who do things for them? It was wrong. That would be bad manners according to her mother.
Fiona returned to the infirmary, wearing a pair of black pants and a white t-shirt. She put her hair up in a half ponytail. She walked up to a seat and sat down. "There's a meeting I have to go to. The Order of Phoenix is getting together to see the latest damage reports. This is the first time in a long time that I get to go there as a human to begin with," said Sirius.
"Okay," said Fiona softly.
He nodded and kissed her forehead. He left for the meeting. She opened the book and started to read. It was tales from Arthurian Era. She read quietly for a few hours.
Draco slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were glazed over. "Where am I?"
"You're in the school infirmary. You had a lot of serious injuries, but Nell and Madame Pomfrey took care of it," said Fiona softly as she moved his hair to see his eyes more closely.
"Where is he?"
"In the forest. Draco, he's gone. I'm sorry. I think I did something," whispered Fiona.
"Good. He can't hurt me anymore. He's done all he could," whispered Draco. "I've got nothing left to lose."
"Draco…you've still got me."
"You could have gotten killed because of me. I don't want to fight anymore," he whispered. "I'm tired."
AN: Okay, this is the set up for the next part. Sensei Ran will return by the next part as we check in with Voldemort and the high priestess. It's not over for Draco yet. ;_; Just wait and see what happens next. It only took a couple of hours to do this. Now time to cram for my quiz. ^^
Kind of short and cut off, but it's supposed to be. The fact that Draco doesn't feel like fighting anymore could mean one thing…
Disclaimed: I don't own Harry Potter. I really don't.