You might not have meant to but
It's done you can't take it back
You cry about where fame sent you
With out a plan of attack
Draco was unsure of what to do. Here he was answering the door at his house, the house of death eaters and the one true Lord Voldemort. He never really believed it in his heart though. He was more afraid of his parents than he was some has been wizard. However, right now, he had no time to contemplate for his archenemy and crush was lying passed out at his front door. She looked like she was in pain and was dressed in short shorts and a long-sleeved Tee shirt.
"Rory?" He whispered. "Rory?" He reached down and shook her shoulder. Realizing that she was unconscious, Draco carried her upstairs to his room. Just then, the front door slammed shut. Draco walked out to the balcony to see who was home.
"Draco, have you seen that Wood girl?"
"No Father. Why do you ask?" Draco lied.
"We found out today that she's the one we've been looking for. We went to her house and killed her parents. She and the boy got away though, we have Oliver now. Someone on surveillance said they thought they saw a girl running this way." His voice was monotone the whole time, not even sounding resentful.
"Haven't seen her." Draco said uneasily. He walked back into his room.
"We're going out to look for her." Lucius called behind him. "Come Narcissa." They walked outside and mounted their horses. They rode towards the nearby woods.
Back inside Draco ran over to Rory. She was growing more and more pale by the minute. Draco knew she couldn't stay here. His parents would be home soon and they would eventually find out she was there. He picked her up and carried her to the fireplace. Chucking floo powder into the fire, he yelled "Hogwarts!"
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Remus and Sirius had been taking turns keeping a constant vigil over Aubrielle. They needed to know why she came here, although Remus had a feeling he knew.
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Draco ran down the halls carrying Rory in his arms. He wasn't sure which part of the castle they were in because he had never seen it before. Just then, He saw a gryffindor walking down the hall. It was a young boy, a first year. Draco pulled his hood down over his face.
"You there." Draco called. The boy turned around nervously. "Take her to Harry" Draco called as he walked away. The boy wasn't sure what to do. Here he was standing in a deserted corridor far from the gryffindor tower with a dying 15-year-old girl in his arms. Suddenly his luck changed, for Harry Potter himself was striding down the hall with Hermione.
"Harry! Harry! Harry!" He called out desperately. Harry noticed the poor first year sitting in the floor with a girl passed out in his arms. He couldn't believe his eyes when he realized the girl was Rory. He and Hermione raced up to her and Harry picked her up. He frantically felt her hand. It was cold as ice. She was pale and her lips were an odd shade of blue.
"She's dying Harry, we have to get her where it's warm." Hermione said urgently. Harry picked her up and started to run. A few minutes later, Hermione pushed the gryffindor common room door open, nearly knocking out another first year.