CHAPTER ELEVEN

Draco arrived back at Kedron just before daybreak and very much out of breath. He didn't have time to rest though. It had taken him almost an hour to find his way back and Georgia was in danger. Draco needed the help of the Golden Trio and the other witches and wizard if he wanted to get Georgia out of the clutches of his father and the Death Eaters.

Draco swallowed his pride and hurried to Harry's cabin, banging on the door. Lauren answered a moment later.

"Draco?" she yawned, "Where's Georgia?"

"Someone's taken her. Is Harry there?" Draco blurted in a rush.

Lauren looked at Draco dubiously but went to fetch Harry anyway. Draco heard them muttering in the lounge room but couldn't make out what they were saying. Draco wished Harry would hurry up. He would never normally come to him for help but Georgia's life was on the line, it was time to put those petty differences aside... at least for the time being. Finally Harry appeared.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"It's Georgia. We were walking back here and we heard a noise so I went to investigate. When I came back, she was surrounded by Death Eaters and they disappeared with her." Draco said quickly, knowing he made no sense.

"Death Eaters here? Yeah right Malfoy. If you can't find Georgia you can just say so, we'll go looking for her when it gets lighter. There isn't any need to make up stories." Harry reassured him sleepily.

"I'm not lying! Bloody hell Potter, do you really think I would come to you if I were making it up? My father was one of the Death Eaters! Would I tell you that? We've got to help Georgia before something bad happens to her." Draco yelled.

Harry stood dimly in the doorway before he reacted. He couldn't be certain Draco was being honest but he wouldn't be the one who let Georgia get hurt because he didn't believe. Harry called Lauren over, who had been listening intently to the conversation secretly, and asked her to let the others know before telling Draco he would meet him in the park in five minutes.

Draco raced off to cabin three where he pulled off his jumper and replaced it with a fresh tee shirt. Coming back into the kitchen he noticed a letter propped up on the kitchen counter. It was from his father.

Draco,

The Dark Lord is particularly disappointed with your actions tonight but that is nothing to the anger I am expressing. Helping muggles, no matter what their state or circumstance, is a practice strictly forbidden when serving under our Lord. It is of this reason that measures have been taken to test your loyalty. Should you wish to go against all that you have been taught, everything that I have raised you to be, all that I have sacrificed for you, and save that filthy muggle, you will find her, along with a small group of loyal servants, at the manor. If you have remained faithful, as I and your mother hope you have, you will do well to forget the muggle and carry on as though nothing out of the ordinary has occurred. Keep in mind the Dark Lord knows all. Don't lace the Malfoy name with shame, Draco, your mother and I would be most furious.

-Lucius Malfoy.

Draco read and re-read the letter before crumpling it in the palm of his hand. Was his father really given him the information of Georgia's whereabouts this freely? How small a number was a small group of Death Eaters anyway? What if Georgia wasn't at the manor at all, then what?

These questions filled Draco with dread. On one hand, he didn't want to give the other magic students an excuse to berate him even further for leading Georgia astray. On the other hand, the note from his father was the only clue as to the whereabouts of Georgia. It was their only lead and it needed to be used.

Taking the note, Draco hurried outside to find Harry, Susan, Hermione, Blaise, Ron, Lisa and Sally-Anne already dressed and waiting.

"Malfoy, are you sure about this?" Ron asked doubtfully.

Draco brandished the letter in front of Ron's nose as proof and everyone kept quiet.

"How did your father know where we were? No one is suppose to know except the Ministry." Hermione asked curiously.

"My father has been training me up in the family profession." Draco replied uncomfortably, he didn't want to be blamed for Georgia's kidnapping too.

"So, again, this is your fault." Lisa fumed angrily letting Draco's wish of escaping the blame for this catastrophe fail in front of his eyes.

He didn't bother replying though. While Georgia was missing, nothing else mattered. The most important thing at that moment was how they were all going to get to the manor.

"We could go by port-key." Sally-Anne suggested.

"Do you know how to make a port-key?" Blaise asked sarcastically.

"Goo point." Sally-Anne agreed, her face turning pink with embarrassment.

Then it hit Draco. None of them may be able to conjure a port-key but Mr Basheer, the only magical adult in their vicinity, probably could. The group ran to the back of Mr Basheer's tiny laundry-mat and banged on his door. It took a minute for him to understand their request but finally they each had a finger on a particularly ugly shirt that Draco took with embarrassment.

Mr Basheer counted down from three as each magical students waited. As the elderly wizard hit one, Draco felt a pulling sensation behind his naval. A light headed feeling erupted inside of him but was quickly replaced with a sore behind as he landed with a thud on the front lawn of the manor, his home.

"Whoa, Draco, this is your home?" Susan admired impressively.

"That's my house." Draco sighed, "Come on, before they see us. Father said Death Eaters would be waiting.

With this grim news in mind, the group followed Draco through his neighbour's backyard and under a gap in the fence. The spot they came out of managed to conceal the group of eight and was only a metre from the manor. Anyone of them could have reached out and touched the white-bricked mansion.

"How do you propose we get inside?" Hermione asked.

Draco drew his wand and stretched out hid arm, taping a sequence of bricks on the wall. To most, this would have seemed odd but as soon as the last brick was hit, the wall began to shudder and pull away from itself, not unlike the wall that led to Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron.

Without a word, Draco crawled through the hole in the wall, leading the group into the manor's basement and right into a Death Eater's trap.

A/N: Hey guys, I'm nearing the end... only a chapter to go!