as always, nothing is mine. --- i placed Luna in Gryffindor for my story.reviews r always appreciated.

Chapter 18- Savior

Draco couldn't recognize the wizard that stared back at him in the mirror. He had transformed his face; aged himself slightly, and his hair was dark brown. He alterered everything, except for his grey eyes. Draco needed Granger to recognize him. He was certain she alone would know those were his eyes;afterall, she had stared into them after falling on top of him that evening at the astronomy tower.

No other person would know who he was. Not even his own father had ever looked Draco in the eye.

Every inch of Draco's body was covered by the signature cloak of the death eaters. It made his skin crawl and his stomach churn. He could almost feel the blood stains seep through the cloak, onto his skin. He knew that what he was wearing was the last thing that innocent wizards, witches, and muggles saw. Screams of terror seemed to echo through the hood Draco had flung over his face. He understood why death eater's felt all-powerful in these cloaks; they felt invisible. They felt immortal.

He knew that every death eater would be waiting for instruction on where to ambush Potter and Weasley. Draco did not have the dark mark to guide him and without it, he could rely only on his memories. His father's conversations with other death eaters were not of great interest to him. At the time, he was just a small boy and could not understand why his father was so secretive at times. As a child, secrets intrigued Draco and still did. One place he could find death eaters was Salazar's Castle.

(A/N-Adding "Wake Me Up When September Ends"-by Greenday. It will continue onto the next chap)

Luna wanted to welcome death, but it would not come for her. Death was a figure in front of a blinding light, and it stood frozen in the distance. Luna tried to reach out to it. She tried to move, to make a sound at the least, but she was paralyzed. Death seemed to refuse to come any closer, yet it teased her by its shadowy presence.

Summer has come and passed,

The innocent can never last,

Luna knew Harry was the one the death eaters wanted. They believed he would come sword-drawn, armed and ready to save her. They were wrong. Harry was indeed her friend, however, he would not come to her rescue. He would not risk his life for her, and he did not love her. He loved Hermione and Hermione loved him back. He would save Hermione, and Hermione alone. Ron would not come for her either, even if Luna would rescue him had he been in her position. Ronald Weasley was in love with Hermione too, and if he came, it would be for her.

Wake me up when September Ends.

Luna tried to open her eyes. They were heavy and dried sweat clumped on her eyelashes. Her lips were chapped and her face, cut. Fresh blood trickled from her wounds.

Molly Weasley slumped on the couch. Despair had taken up residence with her. Piles and piles of crumpled tissue were littered upon the furniture. Her son, and a boy who was like a son, and two girls had vanished without a trace. Dumbledore himself had come to comfort her, but he was of no comfort. He assured her that the Ministry of Magic was doing their best to locate and bring Ron, Harry, Hermione and Luna back. Molly sniffled and wiped away another tear cascading down her cheek.

Like my father's come to pass,

Seven years has gone so fast.

Images of the youths being tortured plagued her. She cast a solemn gaze at her family clock. Ron's clock hand was pointed to "Danger" and she hated knowing it. Arthur made her promise that she would not go looking for them on her own and she had to keep her promise.

She hated not being able to do anything for her son.

Wake me up when September Ends.

"What are we to do now?" Dumbledore sighed solemnly. He gazed out his window overlooking Hogwarts.

"Four students missing, one found dead. How many more will be taken Minevera? The aurors have not found a trace of Mr. Malfoy, and they have not made progress in locating the others."

Professor McGonagall heard the emptiness in his voice and could not bear to answer him. She was terrified. Potter, Weasley, and Granger always managed to find trouble and yet each time they would avoid being seriously injured. What if they couldn't escape from the dark forces this time? Lovegood, being missing along with them was a mystery. McGonagall had no idea why Lovegood would be there with the trio. Draco Malfoy's death was also puzzling. Crabbe and Goyle reported withnessing his murder and mangled body being thrown before them, however, no body had been recovered.

The Daily Prophet would have a field day. They enjoyed crushing Hogwarts to pieces. The past few years of bad press about the school plus having students missing would surely close the doors of Hogwarts forever. The Ministry would see to that.

Here comes the rain again

Falling from the stars.

Drenched in my pain again

Becoming who we are.

Draco knew Salazar's castle had once been grand. Moss climbed the stone walls, dry leaves littered the pathway and weathered stone figures of serpents protruded from the window frames. Specks of gold were still visible beneath the moss covered door. Draco thought the castle resembled a large shack rather than an exocentric building.

Draco followed in suite of the other death eaters inside and lowered his hood. It was dim throughout the large hallway and nearly impossible to see three feet in front of oneself.

"There you are! You're late," called a voice from behind Draco. He turned around to see a stout man waving him over to a room.

"Haven't you heard? They're holding Potter's girlfriend now. There is nothing the boy wont do to get back to her of course, and you know what will happen to him." piped the man as he took the seat by the fireplace.

"He'll be trapped like the little rat he is." Draco replied coldly.

In Draco's eyes, Harry Potter truly was a rat and he would personally like nothing better than to crush "Saint Potter", to the ground.

A sinister smile spread over the man's face.

"The girl won't live to see Potter. She's probably been tortured to pieces by now. Broken heroes don't fare well." the man continued while pouring himself a glass of brandy.

"I've seen the pathetic little witch already and to my surprise, she was not alone. There was another girl with her. Bushy brown hair, however no one has a clue to who she might be. I'm sure you'll be attending the initiation tonight?"

"Of course," Draco replied.

"I heard they'll be practicing on the famous new prisoners. My portkey is that lion's heart." said the death eater, nudging his head at a bronze container. As he raised his glass to take another sip, Draco walked towards the door and discretely withdrew a small blade from his pocket. When Draco left the room, the man's eyes were wide in shock and blood trickled down the clean slash across his throat.

Draco felt blood rush to his head and wind slap him, but he couldn't hear his own screams. A single word resounded in Draco's head.

Hermione.

As my memory rests,

But never forgets what I lost.

Wake me up when September ends.

Chapter 19 will be up very soon, please review! Muchos Grazias fellow wizards and witches!