Harry took a step back away from the twitching Professor and glanced at Ron who had his wand pointed at the greasy haired man. "That's enough Ron. We are not here to cause trouble...yet." He reached over and plucked the other boys wand from his fingers and tucked it away into the folds of his robe. A small smirk played on his lips as he looked at the now very still man on the floor. He noticed that the occupants of the room have now grown silent and it seemed that no one was breathing, in fear of being cursed. A glint of red caught his eye and he turned towards it. Mr. Weasley, Ron's father and his surrogate father, was slowly moving towards them with his wand drawn. He raised an eye brow and elbowed his red headed companion in the side and motioned towards the man with his head. "Looky there Ron. Your father is going to try and stop us."
Ron glared at Harry and rubbed his side. But hearing his best friends words he turned his glare towards his father. A smirk formed on his sickly pale features. "Ah, my father is going to show that he has a back bone, is he? Don't make me hurt you, dad. I'm sure mum needs you around to tend to the pigs." His voice was cold and void of all emotions. He watched, with satisfaction, as his father raised his wand to cast a spell or a curse, he wasn't sure which; he'd finally get to curse someone. But then frowned as his fathers wand flew towards them and ended up in Hermione's out stretched hand.
"Now now Mr. Weasley. Like Harry has said, we are not here to cause trouble. We're here for Dumbledore and then we'll be on our way. After all we are civilized human beings. If Dumbledore comes with us then no one in this room will be harmed. What would the world think if we slaughtered you all after getting what we came for? They might confuse us with the Order of the Phoenix. We can't have that, can we?" Hermione practically sneered. She looked at the wand that she was holding and tossed it to Harry.
Harry caught the wand and examined it. "I believe, Mr. Weasley, that your wand is in need of repair." With those words, he snapped the wand in half and tossed it back to the stunned man. He then glanced around the room at all the order members. This was a rare chance to get all the names of the people. He began to mentally remember them. One face shocked him. The one face that was trying to blend into the shadows. "Ah...Draco? Fancy seeing you here, mate."
The blonde haired boys eyes widened.
"Come now, Draco. We knew you were a coward but joining the Order of the Phoenix? That is low, even for you. I'm ashamed to say that you were one of the best Deatheaters we had." A satisfactory smile formed on his lips as he heard the people around him gasp. So they didn't know? "You mean you didn't tell them?" He shook his head and raised his hand, bringing the blonde forward. He clamped a hand down on his shoulder. "Your coming back with us Draco. You were one of the best and for that your needed." He pushed him towards Ron who held onto him tightly. "Now, shall we go?" He turned back towards the Headmaster.
Ron and Hermione plus the prisoner, turned towards the door only to find it blocked by a very angry looking Snape. In their dealings with Draco they had not noticed the older man get up off the floor, with some help, and move to block the door. Nor did they have time to react when he called their wands to him.
Harry frowned, Ron's anger was building and Hermione stood calm. "Now Professor. We suggest you move out of our way. If you haven't noticed we do not need our wands to carry out magic. But we do not like to have things taken from us. Give them back and move!" Hermione finished with a smirk. She felt good but in the back of her mind she felt pity for the people in the room. Most of which used to be their Professors, mentors and some even their friends. She shook the thought out of her head and watched the dark haired man in front of her. No one in the room noticed her eyes flash, or how her other two companion's eyes also flashed. They were drawing power from each other. They never saw the curse coming at them from behind. They never saw each other fall to the floor in a powerful body bind. Shocked looks passed over their faces as darkness swallowed them.
"Well done, Nymphadora." Albus gave the purple haired witch a smile; which faded when he focused on the unconscious youths on the floor. "Take them." He suddenly felt all one hundred and ninety-eight years of his age.