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me. Even if you did, you would get like a quarter cuz that's about all I
have right now.
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Thank you's:
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BlueFrost: cruel? Pshaw, lol, yeah yeah yeah, here's your next chapter, lol.
ellie-bob: you're welcome
betsy: there's still a few chaps before its finished, my friend, lol.
Jamie Anderson: I got the best birthday present from her!!! she gave me Draco! Yay! Lol, thank you for that and the critique. Meh, Ginny'll be a little OOC, lol, oh well. Hehe.
not sure yet: my god, that was the longest review I have ever received, lol, thank you! Wowza, im glad you like my story, hehe. Anyhoo, yeah you spelled lucius malfoy's name wrong, in answer to your question, but you did spell hermione's name right. I used to spell it hermoine. Lol, its okies.
Selvagem: in trou-ble are they? Hmmm we'll see. . .good luck with that competition.
Hurdlingbaybe06: oh man your review cracked me up. I even i.m.'ed it to one of my friends when I read it, lol, thank you so much for that review. It was great.
lost-wanderer: ahhh shaddup zaccyzac, here's your chapter 14.
Sex & Diamonds: you haven't reviewed me in forever! Lol, I'm glad you decided to. Your reviews never cease to make me laugh. (
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A/N: don't flame me too horribly for what I'm going to write in this chap, ok? Warning: this will be a long long chapter.
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Chapter 14
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Harry and Ron stood fixated on Draco, bloody and lifeless, torn and battered. They stepped closer to him slowly, looking for some kind of life. When they got to his feet, they pulled the invisibility cloak off their shoulders, and bent down for a closer inspection.
Draco's chest rose and fell forcefully, as if he were straining to keep his breathing controlled. Harry bent down next to Draco and motioned for Ron to do the same.
"I need your help, Ron. I'm no medi-wizard, but together I'm pretty sure we can heal him." Harry told him quietly.
Ron looked at Harry as if he were telling him to jump into a cage full of spiders. Harry glared back at him and Ron bent down on the other side of Draco and pulled out his wand.
"Alright, Ron, seeing as how we don't know where all his wounds are, internally and externally, we should probably just do the full body healing charm." Ron looked at Harry quizzically.
"What's that one again?" he asked, scratching his head. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Its like 'petrificus totalus', but instead of petrificus, say mendus. Are you still with me?" Harry answered sarcastically.
"Shut up Harry, I'm not a total dolt." Ron shot back.
Harry smiled slightly, "ok, now you start at his feet, and I'll start by his head, and we'll work our way down, ok?" Ron simply nodded.
Both boys tightened their grips on their wands out of reflex. Ron could barely make out the quiet "1. . .2. . .3" that Harry muttered.
"Mendus totalus, mendus totalus, mendus totalus. . ." the boys repeated it as a chance, moving their wands down the length of Draco's body. The blond boy shifted on the floor, his eyes opening slightly.
When he caught sight of who was in the room with him, he started. He sat up straight, his back pressed firmly to the wall. "Weasley? Potter? Why the hell are you two in my room? HOW the hell did you two get into my room?"
Harry looked at him quickly, then averted his stare back to the wall, "Hermione and floo powder." He said briskly. Draco's face softened at the mention of Hermione. Ron thought he saw Draco's eyes water for a moment, but a second later they were back to their emotionless state.
Draco let out a shaky breath and pulled himself to his feet. He paced the length of his room for a moment before he turned back to Ron and Harry.
"How did you know we were here? How'd you know where to find us?" Draco asked them.
Ron kicked the floor with the tip of his shoe as he answered. "We overheard Pansy talking to Blaise. She's the reason why you're here. She wrote to your father and told him about. . .about you and Hermione," his voice hardened as he said the last bit.
Draco's eyes hardened even more. "This is all Pansy's fault?"
Harry nodded slightly and Draco spun around and threw his fist into his wardrobe. He cried out in pain and frustration, but quickly muttered a charm to heal his hand. "That stupid idiot. . ."
Ron nodded. "That's what Blaise said, we thought she was about to kill Pansy."
Draco scoffed. "I wouldn't doubt it, Blaise hates Pansy."
Harry looked up at Draco suddenly. "Malfoy, where's Hermione? Is she ok?"
Draco glanced up and his eyes flashed with anger. His eyes darted between the two and he sat on the floor with his back against his bed, deciding it would be best to tell them what happened.
Ron and Harry watched Draco slide to the floor and stood dumbly, not sure what to do. Draco caught their apprehension. "Sit down you dolts." And they did.
Draco drew in a shuddering breath before he began. "I-I guess I'll just start at the beginning. . .about a month ago, we, err, Hermione and I, began tolerating each other, because of a certain secret we shared. I think she told you, Weas-Ron. I'm not so sure if she told you, Harry. Basically, Hermione had been beaten by her father during the summer, and when I found that out, I felt a sort of string that tied us together. I'm assuming you two were here before I was brought in, so you don't need me to tell you that my father is bastard. So, I felt drawn to her, I guess. Pretty soon, she was all I could think about, and that's when I saw you kiss her, Ron, and I felt so strange around her after that. I also had this really strange dream, it was on the night you brought her into the infirmary because of her back. She was with me in the dream, and lightening was flashing all around us, and I leaned in to kiss her, only she wasn't there. . .she was being pulled by some kind of force and I couldn't get to her and I really didn't like that feeling. That's how I feel right now. Like I can't get to her, reach her." Draco shook his head, his blond hair falling into his eyes. He reached a hand up and brushed away the hair as he continued.
"I fell in love with her. Which is really weird. We tolerated each other for about a week, yet I was suddenly in love with her. Then I kissed her. By the piano. And the rest is history." Tears began burning at the corner of his eyes, but he forced them away.
"Then my father, the bastard, kidnapped us and brought us here. Hermione was put under the cruciatus curse and passed out from the pain. I was so relieved when she woke up, I wasn't sure if I were ever going to see her awake again. When she woke up, though. . .my father. . .he r-raped her. And I couldn't do anything about it."
The two boys were staring at Draco in shock. Hermione had been raped? Draco loved Hermione? Draco had actually put his guard down to tell them what he was feeling? Their thoughts were interrupted by Draco once more. "When my father was through with her, he threw her back into the cell that she had been in before she had woken up. I tried to do everything I could to get to her, help her, but my father, had my body bound. I couldn't move. The spell wore off while they were bringing me up here. I'll kill my father for what he did. I'll kill him. . ." Draco was gripping the sleeves of his shirt so hard that his fingers were turning red.
Draco allowed everything to sink in for Ron and Harry. Ron was the first to speak. His voice cracked a little, but his eyes were filled with determination. "We have to get to Hermione. Right now."
Draco looked at him, "We're locked in here, Weasley! We can't get out."
A mischievous glint appeared in Ron's eyes. "Oh on the contraire, my dear ferret, my brothers are the amazing Fred and George Weasley. I've picked up some of their tricks, and one of them, thankfully, was picking locks the muggle way."
Draco watched as Ron took out two picks from under his cloak and began fiddling with the doorknob. All three heard a small click as the door unlocked. Draco's eyes widened in surprise. Ron smirked at him in return. Harry wrapped his invisibility cloak around his shoulders. It was going to be hard to walk with three fully-grown guys under it.
"Come on you two," Harry said, growing impatient. And so they left. Draco was a little apprehensive about being under a cloak with his two worst enemies, but they WERE Hermione's best friends, so. . .
Draco led them to the dungeons, a slow and arduous journey. They all had to huddle under the cloak to fit and Ron's elbow was digging into Harry's shoulder, and both kept bumping into Draco whenever he made an unexpected stop.
They finally made it to the dungeons, unscathed. As they surveyed the room where all the barbaric events had happened earlier in the late hours of the night, Harry leaned forward and whispered to Draco, "Where is she?"
Draco made a motion with his head towards a door in the corner of the room, hidden in darkness and solitude, the epitome of confinement. The boys could hear a soft weeping coming from that general direction and there was no doubt in their minds that it was her.
Silently, the three moved towards her cell. They neared the door and Draco walked up to the small window at the top and whispered her name. Hermione's tear-laden voice appeared instantly.
"Draco? Is that you?"
"Yes," came his whispered response. "Potter and Weasley are here too."
A soft scrambling sound came from inside the cell and the top of Hermione's head appeared at the window. Draco moved forward, and opening the cloak just a little bit, he bent over and kissed her forehead through the bars. Her weeping became louder as he did, and he pulled back quickly.
"Hermione?" he whispered.
Hermione only let out a struggled gasp. Draco was about to say something more when Lucius's booming voice entered the room.
"Who are you talking to, mudblood? Praying that you will be spared? Oh dear child. Fear not. You will stay alive for as long as I see your presence worthwhile. In fact, I'm getting the strangest urge to make everything all better for you. Right now."
Draco, Ron, and Harry stood mutely. Ron felt Draco tense up next to him and reach for his wand. Lucius pointed to the door, and Draco realized something. In a barely audible whisper, Draco told Ron and Harry what was about to happen. "He's going to open the door. Hard. I saw him do it earlier. We have to get out of the way. Back up."
Lucius turned at the hushed whisper. "Who's there? I know you're there. I may not be able to see you, but you are there. Draco, boy, surely it isn't you. You know what the consequences would be if it were you." Lucius had an evil glint in his eyes, maniacal, in fact. His hands reached out in front of him, searching. He got so close that the three were forced to take a step back, and in the process, the cloak slipped, revealing Draco's feet.
Lucius let out a haunting cackle as he reached forward and jerked the cloak off the three teenagers, all of which were prepared, wands ready, waiting to attack. A gasp came from behind the door. Hermione could hear everything that was happening, and was standing on her tiptoes to be able to see.
Lucius looked towards the door and yelled out an incantation, and Hermione felt her body fly from the door and into the wall behind her. The impact knocked the breath out of her and she fell to the ground, drowning slowly in the dusty, thick air. The three boys stood in shock for a moment but snapped out of it and advanced on Lucius. Lucius's lips curled into a snide and cruel smile as he turned back to them.
"You're precious mudblood is in there. Dying, she is. After I'm finished with you three, I will take her again, just once more, then I will give her the same fate as you. Oh how she will love it. Her fate will be much more painful than yours, of course. No, no, her death will be more dastardly than yours. I will make her scream, beg for mercy, oh yes, her death will be most fun to perform. But first, I shall deal with you three; a traitorous son, a sickening, wretched, red-haired excuse for a pureblood, and Potter, the boy who lived will finally die, like he should have fifteen years ago. Oh, yes, I will enjoy this very, very much."
Lucius pointed his wand at them and yelled out. "Rictusempra!" The power that exerted from Lucius's wand hurled all three of them against the wall. The boys stood, staggering a bit from the impact. Draco pointed his wand at his father.
"Ernegnia!" Draco shouted.
The spell hit Lucius full on. "Ernegnia? What the hell is that? Did you just pull that out of your arse?" Ron asked confused.
Draco gave him a disgusted look. "It temporarily blinds your opponent, dolt. It gives you a one-up on them." Lucius staggered slightly and wiped profusely at his eyes, but it was to no avail. He spun wildly, blindly, aiming his wand in front of him, shouting spells and curses, hoping to catch one of them. Suddenly his voice boomed out.
"Ferum mobilus!"
A sound like a gunshot exploded from his wand, and a solid lead object shot out at the speed of sound, ricocheting from wall to wall. Everyone ducked, unable to anticipate where it would go. It clang against everything it hit, zinging and zooming through the air, when suddenly, the sound was gone and no one knew where the object had gone. A wicked smile played across Lucius's lips when he heard the lead object stop making racket. A strangled groan came from behind Harry and Draco, and they whirled around just in time to see Ron fall to the floor.
The tiny lead object gleamed in the candlelight of the dungeon, protruding from Ron's jugular. Blood dripped down his neck like raindrops on a rose during a steamy summer shower. Ron's forehead perspired and his face was red as he tried to speak. No sound came out. His eyes bulged as the pain coursed through him. Harry grabbed his best friend's hand, and a small tear fell down Ron's cheek as he gripped Harry's hand tightly. He gasped, and his sticky saliva formed little lines between his lips as he opened his mouth. He lifted the hand Harry was holding and motioned towards Hermione's cell, and closed his eyes in pain. More tears leaked from his eyes as he let out a struggled cry, he opened his eyes once more; Harry knelt over him, blurry and almost liquid-like through his tears, and he heard him let out a solemn cry as his eyes slid closed for the last time.
Harry cradled Ron's head in his hands and wept, not caring that Draco Malfoy was watching, not caring about anything, except for thinking back on the memories they had shared, the times when they would sit around doing nothing as Hermione scolded them to get some work done, the times they played quidditch, the times they went to the Burrow. Those times were gone now. His best friend was dead, and his other best friend was imprisoned, soon to be dead.
Harry felt blinded by grief, but he knew what he had to do. He had to save Hermione, he couldn't die. Harry and Ron had made a silent promise before Ron died. Hermione would be saved.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, stood and faced Lucius, alongside with Draco Malfoy, his archenemy, yet the only one he could trust. Oh how he wished fate hadn't reared its ugly head.
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A/N: hi. Lol, wow. . .that was hard to write. Really really hard. I would like to give props to Selvagem for giving the brilliant spell: Ernegnia. That was off the top of her head. The "ferum mobilus" was all mine though. And it works too, so I'm proud. Lol, ferum is Latin for lead, and mobilus is Latin for moving. Put them together and you have moving lead, aren't I just dandy, lol, ok. . .so, eh review me now! Hehe.
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Thank you's:
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BlueFrost: cruel? Pshaw, lol, yeah yeah yeah, here's your next chapter, lol.
ellie-bob: you're welcome
betsy: there's still a few chaps before its finished, my friend, lol.
Jamie Anderson: I got the best birthday present from her!!! she gave me Draco! Yay! Lol, thank you for that and the critique. Meh, Ginny'll be a little OOC, lol, oh well. Hehe.
not sure yet: my god, that was the longest review I have ever received, lol, thank you! Wowza, im glad you like my story, hehe. Anyhoo, yeah you spelled lucius malfoy's name wrong, in answer to your question, but you did spell hermione's name right. I used to spell it hermoine. Lol, its okies.
Selvagem: in trou-ble are they? Hmmm we'll see. . .good luck with that competition.
Hurdlingbaybe06: oh man your review cracked me up. I even i.m.'ed it to one of my friends when I read it, lol, thank you so much for that review. It was great.
lost-wanderer: ahhh shaddup zaccyzac, here's your chapter 14.
Sex & Diamonds: you haven't reviewed me in forever! Lol, I'm glad you decided to. Your reviews never cease to make me laugh. (
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A/N: don't flame me too horribly for what I'm going to write in this chap, ok? Warning: this will be a long long chapter.
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Chapter 14
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Harry and Ron stood fixated on Draco, bloody and lifeless, torn and battered. They stepped closer to him slowly, looking for some kind of life. When they got to his feet, they pulled the invisibility cloak off their shoulders, and bent down for a closer inspection.
Draco's chest rose and fell forcefully, as if he were straining to keep his breathing controlled. Harry bent down next to Draco and motioned for Ron to do the same.
"I need your help, Ron. I'm no medi-wizard, but together I'm pretty sure we can heal him." Harry told him quietly.
Ron looked at Harry as if he were telling him to jump into a cage full of spiders. Harry glared back at him and Ron bent down on the other side of Draco and pulled out his wand.
"Alright, Ron, seeing as how we don't know where all his wounds are, internally and externally, we should probably just do the full body healing charm." Ron looked at Harry quizzically.
"What's that one again?" he asked, scratching his head. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Its like 'petrificus totalus', but instead of petrificus, say mendus. Are you still with me?" Harry answered sarcastically.
"Shut up Harry, I'm not a total dolt." Ron shot back.
Harry smiled slightly, "ok, now you start at his feet, and I'll start by his head, and we'll work our way down, ok?" Ron simply nodded.
Both boys tightened their grips on their wands out of reflex. Ron could barely make out the quiet "1. . .2. . .3" that Harry muttered.
"Mendus totalus, mendus totalus, mendus totalus. . ." the boys repeated it as a chance, moving their wands down the length of Draco's body. The blond boy shifted on the floor, his eyes opening slightly.
When he caught sight of who was in the room with him, he started. He sat up straight, his back pressed firmly to the wall. "Weasley? Potter? Why the hell are you two in my room? HOW the hell did you two get into my room?"
Harry looked at him quickly, then averted his stare back to the wall, "Hermione and floo powder." He said briskly. Draco's face softened at the mention of Hermione. Ron thought he saw Draco's eyes water for a moment, but a second later they were back to their emotionless state.
Draco let out a shaky breath and pulled himself to his feet. He paced the length of his room for a moment before he turned back to Ron and Harry.
"How did you know we were here? How'd you know where to find us?" Draco asked them.
Ron kicked the floor with the tip of his shoe as he answered. "We overheard Pansy talking to Blaise. She's the reason why you're here. She wrote to your father and told him about. . .about you and Hermione," his voice hardened as he said the last bit.
Draco's eyes hardened even more. "This is all Pansy's fault?"
Harry nodded slightly and Draco spun around and threw his fist into his wardrobe. He cried out in pain and frustration, but quickly muttered a charm to heal his hand. "That stupid idiot. . ."
Ron nodded. "That's what Blaise said, we thought she was about to kill Pansy."
Draco scoffed. "I wouldn't doubt it, Blaise hates Pansy."
Harry looked up at Draco suddenly. "Malfoy, where's Hermione? Is she ok?"
Draco glanced up and his eyes flashed with anger. His eyes darted between the two and he sat on the floor with his back against his bed, deciding it would be best to tell them what happened.
Ron and Harry watched Draco slide to the floor and stood dumbly, not sure what to do. Draco caught their apprehension. "Sit down you dolts." And they did.
Draco drew in a shuddering breath before he began. "I-I guess I'll just start at the beginning. . .about a month ago, we, err, Hermione and I, began tolerating each other, because of a certain secret we shared. I think she told you, Weas-Ron. I'm not so sure if she told you, Harry. Basically, Hermione had been beaten by her father during the summer, and when I found that out, I felt a sort of string that tied us together. I'm assuming you two were here before I was brought in, so you don't need me to tell you that my father is bastard. So, I felt drawn to her, I guess. Pretty soon, she was all I could think about, and that's when I saw you kiss her, Ron, and I felt so strange around her after that. I also had this really strange dream, it was on the night you brought her into the infirmary because of her back. She was with me in the dream, and lightening was flashing all around us, and I leaned in to kiss her, only she wasn't there. . .she was being pulled by some kind of force and I couldn't get to her and I really didn't like that feeling. That's how I feel right now. Like I can't get to her, reach her." Draco shook his head, his blond hair falling into his eyes. He reached a hand up and brushed away the hair as he continued.
"I fell in love with her. Which is really weird. We tolerated each other for about a week, yet I was suddenly in love with her. Then I kissed her. By the piano. And the rest is history." Tears began burning at the corner of his eyes, but he forced them away.
"Then my father, the bastard, kidnapped us and brought us here. Hermione was put under the cruciatus curse and passed out from the pain. I was so relieved when she woke up, I wasn't sure if I were ever going to see her awake again. When she woke up, though. . .my father. . .he r-raped her. And I couldn't do anything about it."
The two boys were staring at Draco in shock. Hermione had been raped? Draco loved Hermione? Draco had actually put his guard down to tell them what he was feeling? Their thoughts were interrupted by Draco once more. "When my father was through with her, he threw her back into the cell that she had been in before she had woken up. I tried to do everything I could to get to her, help her, but my father, had my body bound. I couldn't move. The spell wore off while they were bringing me up here. I'll kill my father for what he did. I'll kill him. . ." Draco was gripping the sleeves of his shirt so hard that his fingers were turning red.
Draco allowed everything to sink in for Ron and Harry. Ron was the first to speak. His voice cracked a little, but his eyes were filled with determination. "We have to get to Hermione. Right now."
Draco looked at him, "We're locked in here, Weasley! We can't get out."
A mischievous glint appeared in Ron's eyes. "Oh on the contraire, my dear ferret, my brothers are the amazing Fred and George Weasley. I've picked up some of their tricks, and one of them, thankfully, was picking locks the muggle way."
Draco watched as Ron took out two picks from under his cloak and began fiddling with the doorknob. All three heard a small click as the door unlocked. Draco's eyes widened in surprise. Ron smirked at him in return. Harry wrapped his invisibility cloak around his shoulders. It was going to be hard to walk with three fully-grown guys under it.
"Come on you two," Harry said, growing impatient. And so they left. Draco was a little apprehensive about being under a cloak with his two worst enemies, but they WERE Hermione's best friends, so. . .
Draco led them to the dungeons, a slow and arduous journey. They all had to huddle under the cloak to fit and Ron's elbow was digging into Harry's shoulder, and both kept bumping into Draco whenever he made an unexpected stop.
They finally made it to the dungeons, unscathed. As they surveyed the room where all the barbaric events had happened earlier in the late hours of the night, Harry leaned forward and whispered to Draco, "Where is she?"
Draco made a motion with his head towards a door in the corner of the room, hidden in darkness and solitude, the epitome of confinement. The boys could hear a soft weeping coming from that general direction and there was no doubt in their minds that it was her.
Silently, the three moved towards her cell. They neared the door and Draco walked up to the small window at the top and whispered her name. Hermione's tear-laden voice appeared instantly.
"Draco? Is that you?"
"Yes," came his whispered response. "Potter and Weasley are here too."
A soft scrambling sound came from inside the cell and the top of Hermione's head appeared at the window. Draco moved forward, and opening the cloak just a little bit, he bent over and kissed her forehead through the bars. Her weeping became louder as he did, and he pulled back quickly.
"Hermione?" he whispered.
Hermione only let out a struggled gasp. Draco was about to say something more when Lucius's booming voice entered the room.
"Who are you talking to, mudblood? Praying that you will be spared? Oh dear child. Fear not. You will stay alive for as long as I see your presence worthwhile. In fact, I'm getting the strangest urge to make everything all better for you. Right now."
Draco, Ron, and Harry stood mutely. Ron felt Draco tense up next to him and reach for his wand. Lucius pointed to the door, and Draco realized something. In a barely audible whisper, Draco told Ron and Harry what was about to happen. "He's going to open the door. Hard. I saw him do it earlier. We have to get out of the way. Back up."
Lucius turned at the hushed whisper. "Who's there? I know you're there. I may not be able to see you, but you are there. Draco, boy, surely it isn't you. You know what the consequences would be if it were you." Lucius had an evil glint in his eyes, maniacal, in fact. His hands reached out in front of him, searching. He got so close that the three were forced to take a step back, and in the process, the cloak slipped, revealing Draco's feet.
Lucius let out a haunting cackle as he reached forward and jerked the cloak off the three teenagers, all of which were prepared, wands ready, waiting to attack. A gasp came from behind the door. Hermione could hear everything that was happening, and was standing on her tiptoes to be able to see.
Lucius looked towards the door and yelled out an incantation, and Hermione felt her body fly from the door and into the wall behind her. The impact knocked the breath out of her and she fell to the ground, drowning slowly in the dusty, thick air. The three boys stood in shock for a moment but snapped out of it and advanced on Lucius. Lucius's lips curled into a snide and cruel smile as he turned back to them.
"You're precious mudblood is in there. Dying, she is. After I'm finished with you three, I will take her again, just once more, then I will give her the same fate as you. Oh how she will love it. Her fate will be much more painful than yours, of course. No, no, her death will be more dastardly than yours. I will make her scream, beg for mercy, oh yes, her death will be most fun to perform. But first, I shall deal with you three; a traitorous son, a sickening, wretched, red-haired excuse for a pureblood, and Potter, the boy who lived will finally die, like he should have fifteen years ago. Oh, yes, I will enjoy this very, very much."
Lucius pointed his wand at them and yelled out. "Rictusempra!" The power that exerted from Lucius's wand hurled all three of them against the wall. The boys stood, staggering a bit from the impact. Draco pointed his wand at his father.
"Ernegnia!" Draco shouted.
The spell hit Lucius full on. "Ernegnia? What the hell is that? Did you just pull that out of your arse?" Ron asked confused.
Draco gave him a disgusted look. "It temporarily blinds your opponent, dolt. It gives you a one-up on them." Lucius staggered slightly and wiped profusely at his eyes, but it was to no avail. He spun wildly, blindly, aiming his wand in front of him, shouting spells and curses, hoping to catch one of them. Suddenly his voice boomed out.
"Ferum mobilus!"
A sound like a gunshot exploded from his wand, and a solid lead object shot out at the speed of sound, ricocheting from wall to wall. Everyone ducked, unable to anticipate where it would go. It clang against everything it hit, zinging and zooming through the air, when suddenly, the sound was gone and no one knew where the object had gone. A wicked smile played across Lucius's lips when he heard the lead object stop making racket. A strangled groan came from behind Harry and Draco, and they whirled around just in time to see Ron fall to the floor.
The tiny lead object gleamed in the candlelight of the dungeon, protruding from Ron's jugular. Blood dripped down his neck like raindrops on a rose during a steamy summer shower. Ron's forehead perspired and his face was red as he tried to speak. No sound came out. His eyes bulged as the pain coursed through him. Harry grabbed his best friend's hand, and a small tear fell down Ron's cheek as he gripped Harry's hand tightly. He gasped, and his sticky saliva formed little lines between his lips as he opened his mouth. He lifted the hand Harry was holding and motioned towards Hermione's cell, and closed his eyes in pain. More tears leaked from his eyes as he let out a struggled cry, he opened his eyes once more; Harry knelt over him, blurry and almost liquid-like through his tears, and he heard him let out a solemn cry as his eyes slid closed for the last time.
Harry cradled Ron's head in his hands and wept, not caring that Draco Malfoy was watching, not caring about anything, except for thinking back on the memories they had shared, the times when they would sit around doing nothing as Hermione scolded them to get some work done, the times they played quidditch, the times they went to the Burrow. Those times were gone now. His best friend was dead, and his other best friend was imprisoned, soon to be dead.
Harry felt blinded by grief, but he knew what he had to do. He had to save Hermione, he couldn't die. Harry and Ron had made a silent promise before Ron died. Hermione would be saved.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, stood and faced Lucius, alongside with Draco Malfoy, his archenemy, yet the only one he could trust. Oh how he wished fate hadn't reared its ugly head.
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A/N: hi. Lol, wow. . .that was hard to write. Really really hard. I would like to give props to Selvagem for giving the brilliant spell: Ernegnia. That was off the top of her head. The "ferum mobilus" was all mine though. And it works too, so I'm proud. Lol, ferum is Latin for lead, and mobilus is Latin for moving. Put them together and you have moving lead, aren't I just dandy, lol, ok. . .so, eh review me now! Hehe.