Disclaimer: I don't own this world, Jo does. I just write what the plot-bunnies tell me to.

Chapter Six

Pressure Point

Draco ran from the restaurant as though he had just spotted the Snitch. Obviously, the Minister for Magic had contacted Muggle authorities about him. He burst into their room exclaiming, "Mother, we have to leave immediately! They have the Muggles looking for us and the barkeep knows!"

Narcissa simply sat on her bed. "Draco, do you honestly think that Severus didn't think of that? Switzerland is a neutral nation. We're safe here. Not even Swiss wizards will turn us over. Now, stop panicking about that; it's unbecoming. I really should stop using magic to make Muggle money, so you need to get a job."

"What, as a Muggle?" Draco was thoroughly disgusted, though relieved about Switzerland being neutral. "I don't know how to do anything the Muggle way!"

Narcissa sighed, "Yes, that would be a side effect of your father. You are wrong, however. You can pour a drink, can you not?"

"Of course I can! I'm not an imbecile!" Draco was truly irritated now; he wished she would just get to the point.

"You should work down in the bar. I'm sure what's-his-name will train you up in no time. We might even get free food out of it."

Draco was now certain his mother was completely daft. "Mum, Sven knows I'm wanted by Muggle police. He's not going to hire me. I doubt he'll even let us stay here."

"Draco, this place is riddled with criminals and he knows it. There is the occasional tourist that is all."

Draco still did not see the appeal in working. They were wizards, after all. "Mum, I don't want to work there! I'm a Malfoy! I-"

"Draco! It's your fault we are here in the first place! You had to go and follow in your father's footsteps! You weren't ready, were you? You are not Death Eater material and you never will be. Merlin, I hate your father for this," Narcissa said hung her head.

"Hate him for what? He gave you everything you ever wanted." Draco thought his mother had clearly lost her mind.

"For buying into the Dark Lord's ideas so wholly and taking us with him, particularly you. I've always supported the idea that purebloods were better, but I'm content just turn my nose up at non-purebloods. The main reason I even considered marrying your father, other than money, was that he and Rodolphus got along so well. It made my sister happy, you see. Now even she's madder than your father. At least he listened to me enough to pretend he was under the Imperius the first time; I pleaded ignorance and motherhood."

Draco had never known that his mother felt like this and he was disgusted with himself for idolizing his father after seeing the pain that it all had caused his mother.

"Draco, we have to drastically change the way we live until this blows over. It will probably take years, unless that Potter boy actually succeeds in defeating the Dark Lord. I highly doubt that, but one can hope, right?"

Draco hated to admit it, but he felt the same way. "I guess I'll go talk to Sven about a job. Maybe I'll like it." Draco doubted that he would enjoy living as a Muggle, but at least as a barkeep he would have plenty of opportunities to get pissed after work. Still, he almost envied Potter; at least he wasn't in a living hell.

"Ginny are you okay?" Harry blocked a spell as he waited for her to answer. "Ginny?"

"Yeah, Harry. I'm fine, for now. We have to get out of here."

Harry shook his head. "No, you have to get out of here. Take Ron and Hermione with you. She can Apparate you to headquarters." Harry knew that his order probably would fall on deaf ears, but he had to try. Ginny flashed him a look that clearly said "Don't be daft."

They had moved rather quickly after the initial attack from their vulnerable position on the dance floor. They were now behind an oak tree. Ron and Hermione were visible several meters a way behind another tree. Lupin, Moody, Tonks, Kingsley, McGonagall, Mr. Weasley, the twins, and just about all the other adults were fighting the Death Eaters. Some were faring better than others.

Harry knew it was only a matter of time before a Death Eater got past the Aurors and teachers, so he was attempting to form a plan of action. Every fiber of his body was standing on end. He could tell that Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were doing, and felt, the same.

Eventually, three Death Eaters broke through the front line. As they headed towards them, Harry thought of a time when Dudley and his buddies were bullying him. They had used the "clothesline" method. Harry had a plan that would at least give the element of surprise. He conjured a rope and tossed one end to Ron, hoping no Death Eater had noticed it. He chanced a glance around the tree; the Death Eaters were fighting Fleur, Tonks, and Bill. Harry couldn't find Moody. He tapped the rope to make it invisible and began tying his end around the tree. He felt it pull tight and knew Ron was doing the same on his end. He hoped that being knocked to their feet would give he and his friends time to Stun them and tie them up. Harry wanted to keep Ginny from any curses.

Unfortunately, she took that option away from him as she ran from their hiding place and began to taunt the Death Eaters.

"Ginny!"

Harry ran to join her, but fell short when he was hit with a curse and hit the ground with a sickening thud. He couldn't move and could only see the ground. He heard Ginny, Ron, and Hermione yelling counter curses and defensive spells.

Then, he heard several thuds and felt the ground vibrate briefly beneath him.

"Ennervate."

He could move again. "Ginny, are you alright?" he asked as he stood up, wand ready. Ron and Hermione had already stunned the three Death Eaters. It seemed like the fighting had ceased all around the Burrow. He was a little disappointed that he had been hiding or immobile for all of it. I can only imagine what Hermione would say about that.

"Are you okay, Harry?" inquired Hermione as Ron managed to fuss over her at the same time as looking concerned for him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you two?" They nodded. "We should go see how everyone else is and take care of any injured. Are those three secure for now?" he gestured toward the Death Eaters.

"They should be fine there until Moody or someone can take care of them," replied Hermione as she rubbed her ribs.

"I thought you said you were okay?" Harry asked, concerned.

"That would be my fault, mate," answered Ron looking abashed. Harry looked confused.

"I think my ribs were bruised when Ron threw me to the ground and crushed me under his weight on the dance floor," she explained, blushing.

"Oh, no."

"Ginny?" Harry walked over to where she had wandered. "What's wrong?" He followed her gaze to the ground. Moody lay there, eyes wide open and mouth agape. There was no other sign that anything was wrong—other than he wasn't breathing.

Harry felt the ground tilt and he grasped about to find his balance. Ginny caught his arm; he turned to her and opened his mouth, but forgot what he was going to say when he heard a woman screaming. It sounded very familiar and he had a weird sense of déjà vu as he ran toward the sound, except for his three friends following him.

He rounded the corner of the house and stopped at what he saw. Fleur was kneeling on the ground, her dress torn and stained with blood and grass. She clenched a man to her chest and continued to wail.

"Papa de! Revenu!"

Harry felt as though his stomach was in a vice. Ginny turned and vomited on the ground, splashing her feet. Harry held back her hair and rubbed her back. He was terrified to look anymore; he was afraid of who else's lifeless eyes would stare up at him.

Mr. Weasley was speaking in a low voice to Kingsley, his back to the four teenagers, "Unfortunately, there are more. Professors Sprout, Sinistra, Vector, and Madam Hooch did not survive. Fortunately, my daughter-in-law's mother Apparated away with Gabrielle—I can't imagine that she would have survived either. How did they get through the wards?" As he finished, he turned to find his two youngest children and their friends behind him.

"Children! Thank goodness you're all right. Where is Molly? She must be going mad with worry."

"I'll look for her!" exclaimed Ginny. Ron began to wander off, unnoticed by his father and sister.

"I will look for her, Ginny. She's okay. I would know if she wasn't. She's probably off somewhere looking for you or tending to the injured-"

"Ron!"

"Hermione, what's wrong?" asked Harry.

"His knees just buckled from under him," she said as she jogged up behind Ron, who was facing some bushes.

"Oh," she said as her eyes widened and her hand touched her heart.

Harry saw what she meant a few seconds later and tried to keep Ginny from the scene before them. There, between the bushes sat George with Fred cradled in his arms as Molly clung to Fred's legs and moaned as if her heart was screaming.

A/N: I'm sorry for all the death, but this is a war. This chapter took a long time to write. Even when just making notes and deciding who would live and who would die, I felt nauseous and had to take breaks. Some of these breaks lasted days as I got closer to writing the battle and the deaths.

I am in no way an expert in Switzerland's policies on international fugitives. I simply took the idea of it being a neutral nation and ran with it. I may be wrong, but that wouldn't help the story, so let's say I'm right.

Fleur translation (as by the translating feature on Word): "Papa! Come back!" I wish she spoke Spanish; at least I studied it.