Authors Note: This is a WIP. With work and what not, I can't guarantee how often I'll be able to update the chapters of this one. Please, bear with me in this.
Also, I do not own any of the characters or places in this story. The belong to J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros. I am making no money off this (would be nice thoughlaugh)
Sins of the Father
Chapter 12
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(Earlier that afternoon)
"Well, that's simple," Draco said with a smile turning toward the rest of the adults, a grin on his face and a glint in his eye. "We're going to use the portkey that Magnus used."
"That still doesn't tell us anything Draco." Harry was shaking his head as he paced, trying to figure out a way that they could get in and retrieve Percy, Oliver, and Hermione and still make it out of the place alive. "What about the Deatheaters that Magnus told us about? We have to take them into consideration."
"I think we can deal with them quite easily. The only thing we need to do is remember that lovely little spell that our daughters used." Draco smiled as he hefted the portkey and gazed at it. "I think a dragon hovering above them ought to charge things up a bit, don't you?"
Nodding his head, Harry smiled at Draco. "You know, I think that just might work." Turning toward Molly and Arthur, Harry nodded decisively. "I'm leaving the children here with you, if you don't mind. Cho, Draco, and myself are going to go after Flint and finish this once and for all."
Arthur nodded as Molly wrung her hands. "Just be careful, all of you. As much as we love those children, we don't really favor the thought of raising them if the lot of you go off and get yourselves killed."
"Don't worry Arthur," Cho said with a coy smile. "I'll make sure they come back alive, and in one piece." Turning to face her husband and Draco, she nodded. "Well, let's do this."
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"Blast it, where's my wand?"
"Draco, don't tell me you've forgotten it!"
"Oh, for pity's sake. Lumos!"
Light filled the damp corridor, revealing Cho holding her wand aloft as Draco searched his pockets for the wand while Harry gazed up and down the corridor, his wand held in front of him to ward off any surprise attacks.
"Aha! Found it!" Turning, Cho and Harry saw Draco standing there holding it up for them to see. "What?! I found it, didn't I?"
Shaking his head, Harry turned away from Draco with a chuckle. "Come on, let's get going." Harry pointed down the corridor they were standing in and started walking. "I think we need to go this way."
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Reaching a flight of stairs they began their ascent, stopping when they reached a locked door at the top. Harry unlocked the door and leaned forward. Pressing his ear against the wood, he couldn't make out any sound from the other side.
Nodding to Draco and Cho, he pushed the door open slowly and stepped out, glancing around quickly. "It looks clear."
"All right then," Draco said, stepping out and dusting off his coat. "Shall we do this Potter?"
"Over there, that looks like an outside door." Cho was pointing to a large set of doors beneath a stained glass window. "Shall we try it?"
"I would think that there would be more people about this place, don't you Potter?" Draco's words were left unanswered as Harry approached the large doors and pushed them open with a grunt.
Casting another glance around, Draco stepped outside with Harry, pausing long enough to nod at him before raising his wand and casting the spell. "ACCIO DRAGON!"
Cho jumped as the silent night air was split by the sound of an angry dragon overhead. Turning toward the scream, she saw a large, and very angry, dragon wheeling overhead. Spotting the three of them on the steps, it turned and began to dive. "Um, HarryI think now would be a good time to get inside."
Not waiting to hear either men voice their agreement, Cho turned and pushed her way past the large wooden doors and back into the castle. Jumping to the right, she grabbed Harry as he came through and pulled him next to her. Draco followed quickly and dodged to the left.
As soon as Draco had cleared the doors, Harry raised his wand and yelled a locking curse that caused the doors to slam shut and glow with a faint golden light.
BAM!
The crashing sound echoed through the hall as the dragon began to tear at the heavy doors. Turning to face his wife, Harry nodded once before turning toward Draco. "We don't have much time. It won't take long for the dragon to break in and then we'll really have our hands full."
At that moment, Harry, Draco, and Cho turned to look down the hall as they heard voices shouting at one another. Realizing that they would have company, Draco and Harry nodded and turned away from one another. Reaching into his cape, Harry pulled out a shimmering length of fabric. "Come on love, let's get out of sight."
Nodding her head, Cho moved close to Harry as he wrapped his Invisibility cloak around the both of them. "What about Draco?"
"Don't worry about him. He can take care of himself." Harry looked briefly in Draco's direction, seeing the other man duck quickly behind a sagging tapestry as the hall began to fill with people. "Come on, we can't afford for anyone to bump into us in this melee."
Pushing her along gently, Harry guided Cho down the wall toward the opposite end of the corridor. Not slowing his pace, he noticed a death eater heading toward the main doors to hall and looked around for Draco. Cursing silently when he didn't see him anywhere, he raised his wand slightly and prepared to stun the death eater.
Harry was just beginning to mutter the curse when the hood of the death eaters cape was thrown back showing a shock of pale blonde hair. Stopping instantly he sighed in relief as Draco glanced around the hall before shoving the doors open in front of him and heading inside with his rather imperious, I'm better than you, you do realize that' look on his face.
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Walking into the large chamber, Draco glanced around and smirked. Everywhere he looked he saw signs of ostentation and arrogance. His father would have liked this place. Glancing toward the far end of the chamber, he saw Percy standing almost halfway across the room, his wand raised in front of him.
Marcus Flint was sitting on what could only have been called the ugliest excuse for a throne that Draco had ever seen. Penelope Weasley was standing next to him shooting daggers at Percy with her eyes. Seeing movement off to his left, he shifted his gaze over and quickly stifled a sigh of relief when he saw Hermione, looking a bit ragged but unharmed, kneeling on the floor next to a very much abused and injured Oliver.
It was then that Draco noticed that Marcus Flint was speaking to Percy and that no one else had seen him come into the room. Hearing the arrogance in Flint's voice as he finished his sentence brought a loud sarcastic laugh from Draco's lips.
Seeing Flint and Penelope dart their gazes toward him, he began to saunter down the aisle, throwing the death eater's cape off his shoulders to pool onto the floor behind him. "So Flint, this is what you're up to now? A bit trash and glam, don't you think?"
"Draco?" Hermione's shocked voice carried across the silent hall, her voice a mix of relief and disbelief.
"Hello luv." Draco winked lewdly in her direction. "Flint here hasn't hurt you has he? Because if he has" Draco let the rest of the sentence fade away as he idly fingered his wand.
"No, I'm fine. But, OliverPercy! NO!" Hermione's cry pulled Draco's attention back to Percy who was now shouting a loud curse, his wand pointed at Marcus.
"Damn!" Draco hissed. "Hermione, get down!" Draco yelled the warning just in time. Percy's spell flew from his wand in an arc of lethal lightening that came crashing down over Marcus Flint and Penelope Weasley. Both raised their wands to protect themselves, Flint being the only one fast enough.
Penelope fell to the floor with a wrenching scream as Flint threw his arm forward and muttered a spell of his own. Percy instantly found himself blanketed in a dark black fog that immediately began to emit a strange keening sound, causing him to loose his concentration.
Shaking his head, Percy staggered slightly and felt someone grab his arm and tug. "I don't think so Percy. You're not going to die on us just yet." Draco's voice barely registered in Percy's ears as he tried to shake off the keening.
Draco muttered a spell of his own and Percy was immediately surrounded in a globe of softly glowing golden light. Turning to face Flint, he found the other man kneeling behind his throne, Penelope's unmoving body resting on the floor in front of the dais.
"What's the matter Flint? Now that you don't have a woman to hide behind or a Weasley to bash around on, you lose your courage? That's just like you." Draco raised his wand and shouted loudly. "Nocturnous!"
Instantly, the hall was filled with a thick darkness that it was impossible to see through. Impossible for everyone but Draco that is. Since he was the one that cast the spell, he could still see as if it were noontime in the summer sun. Seeing Marcus Flint cast around himself blindly, he smirked. Ignoring Marcus, he ran over and searched the body of Penelope Weasley, finding Hermione's wand tucked into one of her pockets. Turning toward he wife, he grinned and raced toward her.
Reaching her side, he touched her lightly with his wand and muttered another spell. "Immulatus." Hermione gasped and pulled back only to blink up at him and smile in relief.
"Draco! You have to help me get Oliver out of here. He can't walk." Hermione was trying vainly to help Oliver stand up but to no avail.
"Here, I thought you might want this," Draco said, handing Hermione her wand, he paused long enough to kiss her lightly. "Now, get him and Percy out of here."
Nodding her head, she pointed her wand at Oliver and caused him to float about waist high and began to guide him toward Percy, who was fumbling in the dark the same as Marcus. Draco watched her long enough to see that she had reached Percy and then turned toward Marcus.
Marcus was now standing behind his throne, growling angrily as he continued to cast about in the darkness. Draco brought his wand up in front of him and prepared to finish Marcus Flint off for good when Marcus turned toward him and grinned, raising his own wand.
Draco paused in shock as his eyes met Marcus'. He didn't even have time to cast a protection spell around himself when Marcus cast his spell.
"Cucio!"
Draco screamed as the spell hit him and he felt as if his skin were being peeled from his body with salted knives. Distantly he heard Hermione's voice call out his name. As the pain increased he wished for darkness to claim him but it never did.
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Hermione watched Draco collapse under the power of the curse and called his name. Rising to move toward her husband she felt a hand grab her and voice speaking urgently. "Mione! We have to go now!"
Turning to glare at Harry she saw the anger and grief reflected back at her. "I can't just leave him!"
"We won't. You know that. I won't let Flint take the ferret from me. I still have too many insults to pay back. Now come on, let's get them out of here so we can come back and rescue your husband." Pointing his wand at the floor, he raised Oliver with the same spell Hermione had used as Percy whimpered in grief over his love.
"It'll be all right Percy, we're going to get you out of here. Come on." Harry's voice was calm and soothing as he guided Oliver and Percy toward the doors. Hermione was walking backward, facing Marcus and Draco she watched the older man walk toward Draco and laugh loudly.
Just as they were about to reach the doors Hermione raised her own wand and whispered the same curse that Marcus had used to fell her husband. "Crucio." She grinned as Marcus crumpled with a scream and Draco rose from the floor shaking his head. Turning to see Harry and Cho heading off down the hall with their comrades, Hermione forgotten, she turned and walked back into the hall as Draco raised his wand one last time.
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Draco stood staring down at the writhing body of Marcus Flint and grinned. "Now I'm going to finish this farcical scene once and for all." Pointing his wand at Marcus he held stone still and spoke the curse with no emotion.
"Avada Kedavra."
Marcus stopped writhing instantly and stopped moving completely. Draco said nothing as Hermione walked up and placed her hand softly on his shoulder. Turning to face his wife he sighed softly and nodded.
"It's over."
Hermione nodded and turned away from the dead man, holding Draco's hand and pulling him along behind her. "Come on Draco, let's go home."
Nodding his head, Draco walked up next to her and put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "Yeah, let's go home."
END.