Chapter 21: Your Dad's Gone Bloody Mad
"Doom, death, and destruction," Draco and Lucius grinned as they said this simultaneously. Draco grabbed Dolohov's wand. "You want it? You want it?" Draco teased as he danced out of Dolohov's grasp, "Work for it!" He said cruelly as he snapped the wand in half and tossed it into the fire. "Too bad for you!"
Dolohov whipped out a knife and grabbed Draco's head. He pulled it back and exposed Draco's neck. "Want me to? Want me to?"
"Too bad," Lucius said as he punched Dolohov in the face.
"Harry, run!" Fleur yelled.
"Not without you!" Harry grabbed her hand, "Come on!"
"No one will leave with her!" Nott yelled.
Lucius shouted, "Forget about her, Harry! I'll get her, later!"
"AAAARGH!" Dolohov hit Harry in the face. He swiftly wrapped his fingers around Harry's throat.
"How does that feel?" he asked. Harry kicked him hard. "OOOORGH!" Dolohov moaned. Harry ran as fast as he could to Neville, who was still lying unconscious.
"Neville!" Harry shook him, "Wake up! Wake up!"
"Mmmm…" Neville rolled onto his back, "Gran? What're you doin' here?" Neville realized who he was really talking to, "Oh, sorry Harry…" He looked around. "Did You-Know-Who leave?"
"Yeah…" Harry said, "Neville, can you start healing people? The people on our side?"
"Yeah, sure," Neville grinned, "The people who are always on our side or everyone who's on our side right now?"
"Everyone who on our side right-" Bellatrix's scream broke into Harry's sentence.
"Someone freeze the flames!" Lucius roared, "Her wand's gone!"
Hermione quickly ran over and muttered the spell. Lucius ran into the fire and dragged Bellatrix out. Bellatrix was moaning in pain.
"Someone needs to heal her burns!" Lucius said, "And fast! Some of these are third degree. What happened?"
Sirius ran up to him, "Sibyll shoved her in the fire… she and Filch are trying to get away but if we hurry, we can catch them!"
"Wouldn't they just Apparate?" Lucius asked.
"Filch can't yet… he doesn't- uhhnn…" Sirius fell forward, stunned.
Wormtail stood in front of Lucius holding Draco by the shoulder, his glove glittering in the firelight. "No one move…" Wormtail looked around, "Move and the boy gets crushed!"
"Why," Draco began, "am I always called 'boy'? And why am I always caught? OW!" Wormtail squeezed his shoulder tighter. SMACK! Hermione whacked Wormtail over the head with a large rock; he keeled over still holding Draco. Draco managed to pry his fingers open and stood up, "Thanks Hermione…"
"Is he dead?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Nope…" Lucius said, feeling his pulse, "He's just out cold, unfortunately."
"Darn," Ron said.
"Dad," Draco suddenly became quiet, "Where is everyone? Nott, Zambini, and Dolohov are gone…"
"This isn't good…" Lucius muttered, "Someone heal Bella and I'll keep a lookout." Lucius stood up and took off his robe. "Here, rip this up and wrap it around any wounds you can't heal. Actually on second thought… give this to Bella to put on when she wakes up. How did you get here anyway?"
"Extensive planning," Draco said, "We came on broomsticks… well, they did anyway… I think."
"RUN!" Lucius turned around, "Filch and what's-her-face are coming… You-" he pointed at Neville- "Leave her!"
"Draco, how are all of us going to get back?" Hermione said as they ran to their brooms. "We only have four!"
"Someone'll have to double up," Harry picked up Draco's Nimbus and tossed it to him. "Neville slows us down the most-" he shot a glance in Neville's direction- "No offense or anything…"
"None taken," Neville smiled.
"He can ride with me," Hermione said.
"No," Harry picked up his Firebolt, "He'll ride with me. I have the fastest broom. Where's Ron?"
Draco was already running back. "Ron!" he cupped his hands around his mouth, "RON!" Filch saw his opportunity and jumped on Draco and snapped his wand with his other hand.
"Hah! Try fighting without magic!" Filch cried triumphantly. He pointed his wand at Draco's throat. "Any last words?"
"Yeah," Draco snarled, "Look behind you!" Filch whirled around and in one fluid moment Draco managed to grab Filch's wand and flip Filch on his back. "You are an awful Death Eater for two reasons. One, you're not advanced enough in the Dark Arts. I must admit that one spell you performed on me was decent but still, you're not very powerful. Two, SMART Death Eaters never give their victims last words. Oh and three, I used the oldest trick in the book and you still fell for it. STUPEFY!" Draco rolled off Filch's limp form.
"Draco!" Ron ran over to him, "Are you okay? I saw Filch pin you! Your dad's gone bloody mad! I think he killed a guy…"
"Not surprised… Where have you been?" Draco grabbed Ron's shirt and looked around. "We have to leave. Oh God, Dolohov's back! Run before he sees us! Come on!" The two boys ran over to where Harry, Hermione, and Neville were sitting on their brooms; ready to leave.
"Hurry before they see us!" Hermione cried.
Draco and Ron quickly mounted their brooms and pushed off. Harry, Neville, and Hermione soon followed them.
