Disclaimer: Sorry that I haven't written in so long, I forgot to. I do not own Harry Potter
Desperate, Draco pointed his wand at Ginny, muttering a spell, until she stirred and groggily opened her eyes. Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He scooped her up, brought her to the couch, and put her on it, then yelled for Bellatrix Lestrange.
Bella came running in, then caught sight of Ginny, and ran towards her, already knowing what was wrong. The Dark Lord wanted to keep the hostage bride slightly weaker than normal, to ensure her cooperation. She turned to Draco to tell him this, but it seemed he had already guessed. As Bella rose, Draco was pointing his wand at her heart, his handsome face contorted with fury.
"Why?" roared Draco, gripping his wand so hard his knuckles were white. "Why did you have to hurt her? You're closing in on me, tightening the noose. Well, I'm not going to stand for it. Too long I've been forced to do his bidding, just because my father was one. I'm breaking free. If I have do die to be free, then by God I will do it!"
"Draco!" Bellatrix screamed back, subtly reaching for her own wand. "It's where you belong. Do not deny it! You are my nephew, my apprentice. The Dark Lord needs you, and you will serve him forever. You will not leave him! I will not let you do it!" Suddenly she grabbed her wand and shrieked, "Stupefy!" But Draco was ready. He easily blocked it.
For several tense mintues, spells were flung back and forth, aunt and nephew fighting for power, whil ginny watched helplessly from the couch. Vases shattered, books ripped in two, and the mantle was blown to pieces. Meanwhile Ginny was recovering some of her strength, enough to grab her wand and point it at Bellatrix, then, with all the strength she could muster, squeaked,
"Stupefy!" It hit Bellatrix in the head and she fell, to the ground where rubble lay everywhere. Draco stared, astonished, at Ginny, then looked down at his aunt. He turned back to Ginny.
"Should I kill her?" Dacoo asked, his wand still pointed at Bellatrix. Ginny bit her lip, with her eyes turning the question back on him. draco nodded slightly, then pinted his wand at his aunt, the one who had kept him secretly hostage for years, and whispered, "Avada Kedavra."