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Cass: A chapter not like the others? What does that mean? Yeah, I luv it when Moody calls Draco a ferret. It's so funny! And, there's no reason why Hermione threw up. She was just nervous. Spew is not a person. SPEW is an organization that Hermione thought of. The one that is supposed to free the house elves. It's in either book 4 or book 5, I can't remember. And Hermione misses Sirius because, well, he was her friend and he just died!

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Chapter 22…

Lucius Malfoy paced back and forth, a dangerous look flashing in his eyes. "Where did my blasted son run off to?" he demanded. Narcissa Malfoy cowered in the corner.

"I do not know," she answered, her voice firm. On the inside, however, she was shaking with fear.

"You must know! Surely the foolish boy said something to you!" he cried, waving his wand around in the air. Narcissa flinched.

"He did not." Lucius glared at her and flicked his wand, muttering something under his breath. Suddenly, Narcissa howled in pain.

"Tell me!" Lucius ordered. Narcissa, now on her knees, looked up, pain showing in her eyes. "Tell me!"

"I cannot. Draco did not say anything to me!" she insisted. Lucius growled. He spun around on his heel and began to pace again.

"The damn boy! He is already in a lot of trouble with the Lord. He should be getting the Dark Mark soon…" Suddenly, his head snapped up in attention. A slow smirk spread onto his grim face.

"Is Draco still wearing that necklace we gave him for his birthday?" he questioned. Narcissa bit her lower lip.

"Why?" she asked softly. Lucius threw up his hands in frustration. He pointed his wand at her again threateningly. Narcissa quickly nodded.

"Yes! Finally! I installed that tracking device in the inside of his necklace. The Lord will be able to track him down! I knew that it would come in handy some day," he muttered.

"No. Lucius, he is your son! What if he does not want the Dark Mark?" Narcissa protested. Lucius spat onto the marble floor.

"Not want the Dark Mark? For generations, the Malfoys have been serving the Lord. Draco will not disappoint me," he said coldly.

"No! He will not get it! I refuse to allow it!" Narcissa declared. Lucius ominously turned to face her, his eyes gray and grim.

"You will refuse to allow it? I make the orders around here! Progarsum exmirat!" he cried, flicking his wand. Narcissa screamed in pain.


Draco Malfoy was sitting on the couch, talking with Hermione, when he suddenly grabbed his chest. He began panting, his chest heaving. His mind spun around in circles, in pain.

"Draco? Draco! Are you all right? Draco, what's wrong?" Hermione exclaimed, hovering over him. Draco gasped.

"God… It hurts like hell," he moaned, sitting up. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he was okay.

"What was that, Draco?" Hermione asked worriedly. Draco began wheezing. Hermione squeezed his hand tightly.

"I… I don't know. I've never felt anything like it. It hurt so bad…" he stammered, evidently confused. Hermione swallowed hard. She then said what they were both thinking.

"Do you think… it's a sign? From V-Voldemort?"


"My master, we will find my son," Lucius Malfoy said, bowing down. Lord Voldemort was sitting in his chair, watching the cruel flames of the dimmed fire. "I installed a tracking device. We should be able to find him in less than five minutes."

"Very good, Malfoy," a raspy voice snarled. A moment later, a red dot appeared on the screen above. It began flashing. The Lord sneered. "We have found him."

"My master, how are we to bring my son here?" Lucius Malfoy asked, bowing before the Dark Lord. Lord Voldemort frowned.

"Where is this place he is staying in?" he rasped. Lucius Malfoy grimaced.

"The Blacks, my lord, their home. Grimmauld Place. They have guards everywhere, my master," he clarified. Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"I suppose he thinks this is safe… Well, we'll see about that. I want seven our men to distract the guards. Then, round up… Let's see, how about Flint, McNair and Parkinson… Yes, those three. You four will go there together," he ordered. Lucius bowed down once more and backed out of the room.


"Draco, you better sit down. You need to rest," Hermione urged. Draco shook his head, ignoring her. Hermione sighed.

"I was… I was supposed to get the Dark Mark tonight. Do you think that the Lord is trying to warn me about it or something?" he mused.

"I don't know, Draco. I'm not a Death Eater!" Hermione cried, exasperated. Draco looked up with hurt eyes.

"But I am. I will be," he muttered, turning away. Hermione leapt out of her seat and flung her arms around him.

"I didn't mean it that way, Draco. You know that. I'm sorry," she apologized. Draco reached for her hand.

"I know. I'm just… tense and freaked out about this whole thing. I'm worried about becoming a Death Eater… And then there's the whole thing about my father… But I'm also worried about you," he said softly, staring into her eyes.

"Weren't you the one who told me that we were going to get through this together?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips. Draco grinned and tilted his head in a sheepish way. He was about to say something, but was cut off when a sudden shout pierced the air.

"Holy SHIT! What was that?" Draco demanded, spinning around, about to check it out. He held one hand behind him, a signal for Hermione to stay put.

"Draco, Hermione, stay in there!" Lupin called out. Draco froze. Hermione grabbed his arm. "Lock the door!" Lupin added.

Hermione quickly bolted to door shut and added a charm to lock it - a strong charm, one that took more than an Alohamora to open. "Colloportus!" (I'm not sure if that's the real spell, but I've seen it used that way in other stories so I'm using it)

"What's going on out there?" she whispered, sinking onto the couch. However, she remained stiff, ready to bolt if necessary.

"I'm going to take a look," Draco said. Hermione's eyes widened.

"No! You heard what Professor Lupin said! We're supposed to stay in here and keep the door locked!" she cried.

"Relax… It will only be a second," Draco reassured her. He slowly opened the door and peered outside curiously. All of a sudden, he jerked his head back inside and slammed the door shut. "Holy shit!"

"What?"

"There are… Oh God, 'Mione, there are Death Eaters out there…"


"My lord, I have just gotten word that our Death Eaters are distracting them. According to my sources, my son and the mudblood are alone in the house. We should be able to go without creating a riot, my master," Lucius Malfoy reported. Lord Voldemort tapped his fingers on his chair.

"Very well… Do you have Flint, McNair and Parkinson ready?... Good. We get there. No noises, just grab them. Lucius, you will grab your son. Flint, you have to get the mudblood. The rest of you, be on the lookout for any sign of somebody coming back inside," Voldemort commanded.

"Yes, my master," they said in unison.


Draco sat on the couch with Hermione, his arm around her waist. He was whispering comforting thoughts to her.

"I'm sure Lupin and Moody can handle them. They've got plenty of guards all around the house, anyways," he murmured.

"Oh God, I hope they're alright. I wonder what's going on out there," Hermione mused. Draco moved his hand up and down her arm, causing goosebumps to appear.

Suddenly, a brilliant flash of green light shattered the room. Hermione shrieked in terror; Draco leapt in front of her to protect her.

He felt a burning sensation through his chest and collapsed onto the floor. No… Hermione! I got to… help her. He forced himself up and stood firmly in front of Hermione, blocking her from view. The sight nearly made him sick.

He recognized them all. Flint… Marcus Flint's father… Parkinson… Pansy Parkinson's father… McNair… and his father. Lucius Malfoy was here.


A/N: Sorry this one was kinda short and kinda boring too. Please review, anyway!