Well, well, well, the Golden Trio have found Malfoy in Hogwarts, so what will they do with him? It's in this chapter, so read on ppls

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Harry's POV

Hermione and I knelt beside Malfoy's body. He seemed to be unconscious, blood running from a cut on his forehead. His left arm was twisted at a weird angle and there was blood splattered on his robes

"What do we do with him?" asked Hermione

"What did you find?" asked Ron from behind us

He came up, saw Malfoy and I watched as his jaw dropped open, closed, as his brows furrowed together in fury

"What is he doing here?"

"I have no idea, Ron," I answered, "but we can't leave him here"

"Oh yes we can. He's the son of a Death Eater and he helped killed Dumbledore"

"No he didn't," I whispered, remembering that night

Malfoy had burst in and disarmed Dumbledore, but hesitated to kill him. He just couldn't do it, despite the threat to his family. He had no choice. But could I do now, knowing that his life was in my hands. Ron wanted to leave him behind, I wasn't so sure and I don't know about Hermione. She hadn't said a word since Ron saw Malfoy spreadeagled

"We can take him back," I said finally, "Patch him up and everything and when he's better, we can interrogate him, get some information about Voldemort"

"I still say we should leave him here for the Ministry"

I reached over and lifted up Malfoy's left sleeve, trying not to damage his arm further, but I heard a small crack and cringed. There, branded on his forearm, was the unmistakeable Dark Mark. I pulled the sleeve back down and leaned against the wall, sighing. I looked away and saw the blood spilled on the floor that was Macnair's

"Ron, could you go and clean up the blood, please. I have to think"

Ron nodded and left. I looked over at Hermione. She was standing against the opposite wall, staring down at Malfoy. I didn't know what she was thinking, but I could anger and worry in her eyes. I sighed again

"Yeah, let's take him back, tied up the Death Eaters and alert the Ministry," I said

Hermione nodded as Ron returned. I handed him the sword, knowing he wouldn't go near Malfoy at all. Getting up, I tucked my wand away, picked up Malfoy's body, his broken arm hanging awkwardly and followed my friends outside. I could Apparate, but I didn't have a license. I just hoped the Ministry wouldn't target me for it

We reached the gate, Hermione set off red sparks into the sky, grabbed Ron's arm and Apparated with a crack

"Alright, Malfoy, let's go"

I closed my eyes, twirled on the spot and with a crack, appeared at a street, in front of two houses. I walked towards the fence and thought '12 Grimmauld Place'. Suddenly, as if a balloon was being blown up, a house appeared between the other two. The Muggles had no idea, as I trudged up the steps and knocked. Mrs. Weasley answered, saw me, saw Malfoy and gasped

"What are you doing Harry?"

"He needs to be taken care of until he is awake. Once he is, tell me, okay," I said

I went inside, into the one house I didn't want to come back. It just reminded me too much of Sirius, my godfather. I ignored the voice coming from the kitchen and went up the stairs, finding an empty bedroom and lightly placing Malfoy on the bed. I then pulled out my wand and cast a spell on the window and the floor, so I knew what he was up to basically. Then I left with a tap on the doorknob and went downstairs. Both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were there, waiting for me

"What happened, Harry?"

"Ron, Hermione and I went to Hogwarts to get Godric's sword. When we were coming back, we found Malfoy being attacked by two Death Eaters. One's dead and the other one is Stupefied, so tell the Ministry about it, okay. I gotta get back to the Burrow"

I left the house quickly and looked to the sky, sighing loudly. I heard the slight sound of the house disappearing, closed my eyes and Apparated back to the Burrow

End POV

Hermione and Ron jumped when Harry appeared in the middle of the room. He collapsed on the lounge, took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, before putting them back on

"How's Malfoy?" asked Hermione

"Ah he should be fine," said Harry, "Your mother will tell me when he awakes up," he said to Ron, who nodded

"Well, let's go back to bed and hope Ginny or the twins haven't noticed us missing"

"It's nearly six o'clock," said Hermione, "I think the twins would be up by now"

There was a clatter in the kitchen, along with voices, proving Hermione right. A minute later, Fred and George came out, with identical grins on their faces

"Look at what the cat brought in. Three of them. Three little, sleepy mice," said Fred

"Oh shut up," said Hermione in mid yawn

"Sorry, didn't catch that"

"I'm going to bed"

And without further ado, Hermione disappeared on the stairs. The twins looked at Harry and Ron, then finally at the sword in Ron's hands

"Where did you nick that from?" asked George

"It's mine," said Harry, I used it kill the Basilisk back in second grade"

"Oh yeah, I remember that," said Fred, "and you rescued Ginny as well"

"And killing Voldemort"

"Well, destroying a memory of him"

"He was actually called Riddle then"

"But he was no laughing joke"

"And we're gonna go now, back to the shop"

With two identical cracks, the twins were gone. Ron handed Harry the sword. He held it up, reading the name on the blade

"Godric Gryffindor"

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