Welcome to Siren's Song chapter 8! Woot, woot! I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, I don't think it's as well written as some of the other chapters, but this means there's only one more chapter, the bonus chapter (PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME IF YOU WANT IT) and the epilogue to go!
In this chapter, there are some references to MPREG. I was going to leave all that until the epilogue, but I thought I'd better plan ahead so that it didn't come completely out of the blue. The idea did get a brief mention a few chapters ago while Draco was still in his coma, and no one complained, but if anyone doesn't like it, I apologise. It's not a huge part of this chapter, but I think it's cute.
Anyway, Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. Erika, Alessia, Arianna and other original characters are my brain children.
Siren's Song
Chapter 8
The months had passed since those weeks of trauma and uncertainty, and Christmas was around the corner. Draco left his Control lessons with Erika the evening before holidays began, smiling to himself as he though ahead to the two weeks he would be spending with Harry and the others at Grimmauld Place.
His smile widened as he remembered what Erika had told him during his lesson.
"Be careful Draco, I know you and Harry have become very intimate since you woke up, but remember that things are different for Siren boys than it is for any other wizard."
Draco smiled and let his hand fall to his stomach. He had a feeling it was a little late for his sister's warning, and he really didn't care.
He ran into Ginny as he was making his way down towards the dungeons. "Harry's looking for you." She told him with a suggestive wink.
He grinned at her. "Thanks Gin, do you know where he is?" he asked her.
The Weasley girl nodded. "I think he went to the Room of Requirement." She replied.
Draco waved a quick farewell and hurried away.
He just made it to the door of the Room of Requirement when he heard Pansy call his name. "Draco!"
He groaned to himself and turned around to face her. "What do you want Pansy?" he demanded.
"Are the rumours true?" she asked, her eyes wide. "Are you dating Harry Potter?"
Draco's blood ran cold. How did she find out? Who had ratted them out? He knew he couldn't let Pansy know the truth about his and Harry's relationship, while he'd been in a coma the rest of the school had been told he'd been in a Care of Magical Creatures accident and needed that three weeks to recover. They Slytherins had been told to stay away because he was too embarrassed. The incident with Harry and Jayson had been kept quiet.
Draco knew he had to lie, and lie through his teeth at that. If he told the truth, it would get back to his father, and through his father, back to Voldemort. He didn't want to hurt his now perfect relationship with Harry, and he certainly wasn't about to let Pansy screw it up.
He smirked at her, his well practiced façade back in place for the first time in a long time. "Please Pansy; Potter is nothing more than a cheap fuck… he means nothing to me."
Draco heard a soft intake of breath and the door to the Room of Requirement click quietly closed and his heart sank, knowing that Harry had heard him. Nevertheless he had to stay until Pansy believed him, no matter how much he wanted to run inside and apologise to his lover over and over again.
"Really?" Pansy asked sceptically.
Draco used his Siren powers on her again, just like he had back on the train at the beginning of term. "That's exactly right Pansy darling. Now, there's no need to tell anyone about this, especially my father." He said musically, his voice deepening and his eyes turning a dark blue with frustration and anger.
Pansy's eyes went blank briefly before she snapped back to reality. "Of course Draco, if that's all it is then I won't tell a soul." She told him. "I just hope you know what you're doing."
He smirked at her, his inner anger growing and his eyes fast approaching black. "Pansy, I always know what I'm doing." He reminded her.
She smiled vaguely and left him alone.
The instant she was out of sight Draco bolted into the Room of Requirement to find Harry.
He saw him instantly, knowing exactly were to look in their room. The Gryffindor was lying on the bed, his face buried in the pillows and his shoulder's shaking with sobs.
Draco crawled up beside him and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist. "I'm sorry you had to hear that love." He whispered, kissing the top of Harry's head.
Harry pulled away from him and stood up, turning his tearstained face towards Draco. "Is that all I am to you Malfoy? A cheap fuck?" he demanded.
"Harry no!" Draco cried, stung by the use of his surname.
"Then why say it?" Harry cried.
"Because if she knows, then it will get back to my father, and I don't want to lose everything we have!" Draco sobbed, his eyes turning a deep ocean blue that showed his distress; the colour of tears yet unshed.
He wanted to make it right, and he nearly told Harry of his suspicions, only refraining because he wasn't sure himself and didn't want to get either of their hopes up just yet.
Harry sank back on to the bed, his head in his hands and his back to Draco. Draco rose and walked around until he was standing in front the other boy. He went to his knees on the floor in front of the Gryffindor, lifting Harry's head with his own hands until their eyes met, tears flowing unchecked from them both, silver and emerald alike.
As Harry looked into the Slytherin's eyes, he saw the blonde boy's distress and immediately felt awful for what he'd said to him. But it didn't stop him from feeling hurt.
Draco leaned up and kissed his lips softly. "Harry, if I didn't love you, I never would've gone into a coma when I lost you the first time." He whispered gently.
Harry knew Draco was right. He stood, leaning down so that he could pick Draco up off the floor and cradle him in his arms. "I know, you're right; I'm sorry." He murmured, lowering him to the bed and kissing him, and Draco moaned wantonly into his mouth…
They made their way downstairs the next morning, hand in hand; to meet their friends to catch the Hogwarts Express back to London so that they could return to Grimmauld Place together.
They were about to enter when a voice hailed them both. It was Theodore Nott, and he was wringing his hands nervously. "Listen Draco, it was me who told Pansy about you two. I'm really sorry! She practically beat it out of me… well actually, she used Crabbe and Goyle to beat it out of me…" they saw the faded bruise on the side of his face. "I had no idea she'd confront you about it, I swear!" he sighed. "I guess I should've known better."
Draco sighed. "It's all right Theo; I know what she can be like. It isn't your fault." He said.
Theodore breathed a sigh of relief. He grinned at them, glad to be forgiven. "So, are you guys an item or what? She never did give the rest of us a definite answer on that. She was really blanked out when she got back to the Common Room last night."
Draco sniggered to himself, thinking about the power he'd used on her. Oh yeah, he was getting good!
Harry smiled down at him. "Yes Theodore, we're very much in love." He said, and Draco smiled back.
Theodore saw the love in both their eyes, and it startled him, especially Draco. Almost all of Slytherin thought the boy incapable of love, and yet, here he was, hopelessly devoted to Harry Potter.
He smiled. "Well, I can't say I'm speaking for the rest of Slytherin when I say this, but I'm behind you guys all the way!" he said.
Draco grinned back at him. "Thanks Theo, that means a lot." He told him happily.
Harry looked at the Slytherin boy curiously. "What do they think about Draco, Blaise and Alessia sitting at the Gryffindor Table?" he asked.
Theo shrugged. "Just that you guys somehow managed to become friends over the holidays. Mostly they're blaming it on Erika's sudden reappearance." Being old blood, Theodore knew that Erika had run away after her sixteenth birthday.
Draco laughed. "Well, they're kind of right. Come sit with us and we'll tell you all about it!" he replied. Theodore agreed willingly.
An hour later the gang said their goodbyes to Theo and were on the train on their way back to London for the beginning of the Christmas holidays.
The train ride was pleasantly uneventful; Draco spent the hours lying across the seat with his head in Harry's lap, while the raven haired boy stroked his hair. Only Ginny noticed that Draco's hand was resting protectively over his stomach.
When they reached King's Cross late that night, they were greeted by a giant black dog that knocked Harry flat when he jumped on him. "Siri!" the boy laughed delightedly, hugging the dog as it licked his face.
"All right Padfoot, that's enough." Remus grinned as he pulled the dog off of Harry and Draco helped Harry to his feet.
"Hey Remy." Harry hugged the talker man happily.
"Welcome back Harry." Remus smiled. "And welcome back to everyone else." He nodded at the others. Sirius sniffed around the blonde Slytherin, barked and planted his large paws on Draco's shoulders, licking his face thoroughly.
They laughed as Draco wiped his face with a grimace. Remus exchanged an amused glance with his lover; they had both smelt the same thing on the Slytherin.
Behind Remus, Tonks appeared out of nowhere, her hair a light mauve mass that hung to her waist. Today, she appeared as a slim young girl who looked to be around thirteen years old. "Wotcher Harry!"
Harry smiled and leant down to hug her. "Hi Tonks." He replied.
Remus led them to a Ministry Car that would take them back to Grimmauld Place. Draco was pleasantly surprised when Molly embraced him first, and he returned her hug shyly with one of his own.
Harry smiled, glad that Mrs. Weasley had accepted his relationship with Draco when they had told her about it.
"Well come in and have something to eat!" Molly gushed, ushering them into the kitchen, past the drawn curtains of Mrs. Black's portrait.
"Are Erika and Professor Snape and the other members of the Order coming here for Christmas?"
Molly shook her head. "No, we're flooing back to Hogwarts for a masquerade costume ball!" she said cheerfully.
"Wow!" the girls gasped excitedly, and they immediately began talking about what to wear. The boys grinned complacently, not too fussed either way, although Harry did not miss the excited gleam in Draco's eyes.
After dinner, Harry and Draco made their way up to the room that Molly had allowed them to share. Blaise and Ron were sharing another room while the three girls had a room together.
Harry grinned at Draco when he saw that Molly had outfitted the room with two single beds. He waved his wand and moved the two singles together to make a larger bed, and transfigurated the bed clothes to fit. "Mrs. Weasley would have a fit if she knew how… close we really are, so long as we put everything back every morning she'll never know the difference." He told Draco, climbing in one side of the magically modified bed and opening is arms to Draco, inviting him in. The blonde Slytherin smiled and climbed in with him, snuggling against the slightly taller boy, and lifting his face upwards for a kiss, which he was dutifully given by a smiling Harry.
As they fell asleep, tired from the long train ride, Draco's hand twined with Harry's and let them rest around his stomach.
When Molly looked in on them on her way to bed, a soft smile graced her features, her heart gladdened by the sight of two boys with so much sorrow in their lives had found a little happiness in each other.
A few days later, Draco brewed a potion without Harry's knowledge, he needed to know if his hunch was correct. He added a few drops of his blood to the potion and let out a quiet, yet delighted laugh when it turned the colour he had hoped for.
Christmas Eve came, and the house was abuzz with excitement for the coming masquerade/costume ball that was to be held that night. The girls and Draco already had their costumes ready to go, but refused to tell the other boys what their outfits looked like. They did tell them if they were going as someone or merely in masquerade, so that the boys could work with their respective partners to scrounge a suitable counterpart costume. The girls were very meticulous, and had the boys strictly organised. Draco had even taken Harry shopping in Muggle London to find suitable clothes. And, Draco being Draco had gone slightly overboard and ended up refitting the poor Gryffindor's entire wardrobe.
"Not that you didn't need it." Draco would remind him pointedly whenever his boyfriend would complain.
So, at six o'clock, the group met in front of Grimmauld Place's rather expansive fireplace, dressed in all their costume finery. Hermione was resplendent in a white ball gown embroidered with delicate flowers; her hair tumbled down her back in a tumble of soft ringlets. A mask of plain white silk covered her eyes. When Ron asked her who she was going as, she replied, "Christine, from Phantom of the Opera." Which soon became apparent when Blaise appeared, dressed in black, covered by his black school cloak, his face painted white with a white half-mask covering the right side of his face. His lips were painted a bright red, contrasting starkly with the white on his skin. He bowed gallantly to Hermione and she smiled at him as they flooed away.
Ginny had magicked her hair blonde and curly, with some help from Tonks and her mother, and was wearing a black off the shoulder cat suit and red stilettos. Draco grinned when he saw her. "Sandy?" he asked, and a wicked grin graced her own face. Harry looked at him, a little surprised. Draco smiled up at him. "Even I have seen Grease Harry." He told him.
He looked back at Ginny. "Have you got a Danny to go with?" he asked. He knew that Ginny had been feeling a little lonely, because she was the only one without a boyfriend at the moment.
The youngest Weasley nodded and blushed. "Yeah, Theo's going to meet me back at the school." She replied.
Draco smiled and hugged her. "Good for you Gin, and you look great." He told her. She smiled back shyly and returned his hug. She fixed a plain black silk mask across her eyes and disappeared into the floo network.
Fred and George appeared. Harry had to stifle a laugh as he looked at them, dressed in plain old Muggle clown costumes, and looking more alike than ever. They grinned and waved as they disappeared. Molly and Arthur had not dressed up as anyone, but both had elaborate masks on that they had charmed to change colours in the light. Molly's gown did the same thing.
"Wow Mrs. Weasley, you look amazing." Harry told her, and she blushed modestly.
"Thankyou Harry, dear." She said, "I spelled one of my old ones to give it a new look." Arthur put his hands on her hips as they disappeared back to the school, supporting her as they vanished.
Tonks came racing out, her hair multicoloured stripes, same as her mask. She shrugged her shoulders at them. "No one in particular." She said. "Just thought I'd be more creative than usual." She almost tripped as she threw some more floo powder into the fire. Lessa followed her at more leisurely pace, looking regal in her Greek Goddess costume. "Artemis," Draco told Harry, "The Goddess of the Hunt." Ron, dressed as Hermes the messenger God, took her arm and they too returned to the school in a swirl of green flames.
Remus and Sirius were the last to arrive by the fireplace. They had appeared as some kind of creatures of myth, both had massive feathered wings protruding from their backs. Sirius explained that they had used a powerful glamour spell to put them there. Sirius's wings were pure black, while Remus's were pure white. "Wish we'd thought of that." Draco murmured. Harry nodded vigorously in agreement.
Finally, they were the only ones left in the house, and the others were waiting for them at Hogwarts. "You look fantastic." Harry murmured, kissing the side of Draco's neck tenderly.
Draco turned into the circle of Harry's arms. "So do you." He whispered, returning the kiss with a gentle one of his own.
Harry, in something of a tribute to James, had decided to dress as the Norse God Loki, the trickster God. He thought it seemed rather appropriate considering his father's escapades. Draco too, had decided to go as a Norse God. He had chosen to be Freyr, the God of Fertility and Love, which he had decided was rather fitting. The only thing he lamented about it was that there was no one to play Freya, Freyr's twin sister-Goddess, who held the same attributes for the feminine as Freyr did for the masculine.
"Maybe one day Arianna will be able to join us." Harry had told him, caressing his hair back from his face gently. Draco hoped it would be true.
"Are you ready to go?" Harry murmured in his ear, shaking Draco out of his reverie.
"Yes, let's go. I'm dying to see what my sisters' pulled out of her wardrobe for this little celebration." Draco answered with a grin.
Harry raised an eyebrow at him curiously.
"When we were little, right up until Ari was taken from us, father used to hold costume balls and masquerade balls all the time. Rika loved having the opportunity to be someone else for an evening. She told me once it was better than being a Malfoy all the time." He looked a little sad.
Harry leant down and kissed him. "I know things will get better for you and Erika soon Dray, I know it." He whispered.
He threw some floo powder into the fire and called "Hogwarts!" before leading Draco back to the school.
They landed with a thud in the Great Hall. They managed to stay standing, for which the vainer side of Draco was extremely grateful.
The two boys stared around the Great Hall in amazement. They'd never seen it looking so amazing, not even at the Yule Ball in Fourth Year. There were ice sculptures at the centre of every table, and, much to their wonderment, there was a massive ice Christmas tree in one corner, and every decoration that hung from it was delicately and intricately carved from ice.
In the other corner, there was a real Christmas tree, and in was hung with gold and silver trinkets.
But Draco and Harry soon forgot the settings around them when they laid their eyes on Erika. It would surprise no one if she one the prize for the best costume. She had entered, her hand resting delicately on Severus's arm. Her dress was white, and shaped like the one Hermione wore, but unlike Hermione's dress, it shimmered in the light so that it gave off different colours in different light angles. Her hair, straight and fair, fell down her back reaching well past her waist and to her hips, and fanned out as though it were a halo. She looked ethereal and beautiful, and a complete contrast to Severus, who was dressed in the darkest black robe that Harry and Draco had ever seen, his hair pulled back into a horsetail.
"The Faerie Queen and Hades, lord of the dead." Draco murmured. "She's really gone all out for this."
"Is it just me, or does Rika have wings coming out her back?" Harry murmured. Sure enough, there was a pair of translucent fairy wings protruding from her back. They glowed with reds and blues that swirled together in a brilliant pattern.
Draco looked at him sideways. "You think that's strange on her, but not on Sirius and Remus?" he asked lightly.
"No, but something tells me hers aren't a glamour charm." Harry answered.
Draco smiled up at him and kissed him. "I'll ask her about it then, love." He said. He was shocked when Harry swept him into his arms and kissed him soundly. "What was that for?" Draco demanded with a smile, "Not that I'm complaining mind you." He added.
"Gods Draco, I can't help it. I love it when you say that… love… God, I love you so much, you know that right?" Harry told him.
"Idiot," Draco rebuked him gently. "Of course I know that. What's brought this on?"
Harry shrugged, he looked nervous all of a sudden. "I dunno, must be the atmosphere." He hemmed.
He led them over to the table so that they could sit with their friends and enjoy the impressive spread the house elves had laid before them. Hermione frowned slightly at this, but tucked in to the food after Blaise kissed her cheek and told her not to worry about it. Draco, Harry and Ron exchanged surprised glances and raised eyebrows. They'd kept that quiet!
After they had eaten, they danced for what felt like hours. Not that any of that mattered to Harry or Draco, who were too lost in each other to notice any of the other people on the dance floor with them.
"Can we go outside for a while?" Harry asked, "I want to give you your present now, while we have some time to ourselves."
Draco nodded. "Of course, I want to give you yours too." He replied softly.
Harry grinned as they left the dance floor and headed for the door. "It's wonderful that we think so much alike isn't it?" he laughed. Draco merely nodded, and smiled, his eyes filled with love.
Harry led Draco towards the Forbidden Forest. The blonde Slytherin froze when he realised this, and Harry took his hand and smiled at him encouragingly. "It's alright, I know where I'm going." He said soothingly, hugging Draco comfortingly. The blonde nodded and followed Harry into the outskirts of the forest.
They came to an empty clearing, and Harry gave a high pitched whistle. Through the undergrowth, there came a crashing sound, and Draco let out a gasp as a small silver dragon ran over to them and gambolled around their legs.
"Merry Christmas Dray." Harry whispered, placing a kiss in his temple.
"Harry, how…? How did you find her?" Draco breathed. He knelt to stroke the dragon's eye ridge, and she made a delighted purring sound. She was around the size of a large cat.
"I was walking out here one night when I couldn't sleep, about a year ago, and I came across her mother giving birth to her. Her mother had been wounded in a fight a few days previously and was dying. She did die no long after she gave birth, and I've been raising her. She's a rare creature indeed, a miniature woodland dragon. They're endangered. I did some reading and discovered that they can speak Parseltongue, amongst others, so it was easy to communicate with her. Hagrid helped me to care for her when she was little, and now she can feed herself for the most part, but I still bring her food when I can." He replied. "She's not going to get much bigger, about the size of a German Shepard."
He smiled sheepishly. "I've told her all about you, and she said she wanted to meet you. She said that she wants to live with us when we finish school."
Draco looked down at the tiny dragon and spoke to her in her own language. "Well little lady, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Draco, what's yours?" he asked her kindly.
"My name is Selina, it's the name that Harry gave me. The name my mother gave me was Icewing, because of my colour, but I like the name Harry gave me just fine." The dragonet replied.
"It suits you." Draco told her with a smile.
"Harry calls me Seli sometimes. Am I going to be able to come and live with you Draco? I really want to." she asked hopefully.
Draco laughed. "When we finish school you can come with us." He reassured her. "So, how did you come to hear so much about me?" he asked her.
She let out a very dragonish giggle. "Harry was worrying about what to give you for Christmas, and he was always talking about you, so I told him to give you me, because I liked the idea of belonging with a person who he cared about so much. I can see I was right." she replied.
Draco leapt up and kissed Harry hard on the mouth. "Thankyou Harry, I love her. I've never received a better gift." He told him happily.
"It was all her idea, believe me." He laughed in reply. "But what were you two talking about? I couldn't understand a word of that."
Draco grinned. "It was her original language; the language of dragons. Sirens can speak all mythic languages, including Parseltongue. It comes with the power. Dragons are the only creatures to possess the same ability."
Harry remembered the Elvish that Draco and Erika had spoken on the train at the beginning of the year. He kissed the blonde gently. "I'm so glad I have you in my life Draco. There is no one who counts themselves luckier then me. I love you, Draco Malfoy."
Draco didn't reply, he though if he opened his mouth he'd cry. "I love you too, Harry Potter." Was all he could choke out.
They stayed and played with Selina for a while, before Draco reminded Harry that he wanted to give him his own present before the night was over. "But I don't want you to go yet." Seli whined in Parseltongue so that they could both hear her.
Draco felt sorry for her. "Why don't you come with us then." He said in Parseltongue. The dragon let out a happy, almost barking, sound and capered around them as they headed back to the castle.
Draco took Harry to the Room of Requirement, and thought about the room where he had been keeping Harry's gift so that the room would appear.
The three of them entered, and Draco whispered "Merry Christmas." In Harry's ear. Harry smiled brightly when saw a large python in a huge enclosure in the centre of the room. "Oh Dray, he's wonderful, thankyou." He murmured.
He crossed the room and picked the snake up carefully. "So, you're the one Draco wanted to give me to." The snake hissed, inspecting the Gryffindor warily.
"Yes… My name is Harry."
"Salazar is the name Draco gave me when he rescued me. He calls me Saz most of the time, quite undignified." The snake sniffed.
Harry fought back a laugh when he saw his boyfriend glare at Salazar, for a moment, the snake had sounded like Draco himself.
"Well Saz, I think it suits you. Tell me, who did Draco rescue you from?" Harry asked him.
"A wizard who didn't treat him well. He forgot to feed the poor thing." Draco hissed from behind Harry.
Harry put Salazar on the ground, where he slithered over to get acquainted with Selina. The two struck up a hissing conversation while Harry kissed Draco fervently.
Harry, Draco, Selina and Salazar, the latter wrapped around Harry's neck, made their way back down to the entrance hall. The dragon and the snake decided to cause havoc in the Great Hall and leave their new owners in peace. Harry and Draco grinned at the shouts of surprise as the two animals entered.
"Don't worry, they won't get hurt, Seli will freeze any spell that gets to close. She breathes ice, not fire." Harry reassured Draco.
He nervously pulled Draco to sit on a bench in the entrance hall. "Dray, you know I love you more than anything in this world, right?" Harry began quietly.
Draco kissed him. "Of course I know that. I love you too." He replied with a smile.
"Well, Draco… I was hoping to give you something else tonight as well, something that would prove that I love you, forever."
"Harry, you don't need to prove it too me, you already have." Draco told him.
"I know, but I love you, and I've wanted to do this for a while now, to ask you this for a while." Harry answered, reaching into his pocket. Draco looked at him curiously.
Harry was cut off when the door to the entrance hall flew open. Both young men looked around, and at the solitary figure of the man that stood there. His long blonde hair was matted and his clothes were torn to shreds. He collapsed on to the ground.
"F-father!" Draco cried and ran to him. Harry took his hand out of his pocket, his question momentarily forgotten as he followed Draco to see
His shout brought the teachers and Erika and their friends running from the Great Hall. Seli and Salazar were the first to reach their masters.
"Lucius, whatever happened to you?" Albus asked him as he and Poppy helped the man to sit up.
"Daddy?" Erika prompted him when he didn't answer.
It was that single word that brought tears to Lucius Malfoy's eyes as he hugged his son and elder daughter tightly.
"Arianna," he cried. "They're going to kill Arianna!"
"What? Why?" Erika gasped.
"Some idiot Death Eater who couldn't keep his libido in control took advantage of her. And the Dark Lord in all his madness decided that she was useless if she was impure before she came into her powers." Lucius answered bitterly. "He took his anger out on me first, I didn't know what else to do, so I came here."
Draco paled, and his body shook as memories overtook him. "I'm sorry Draco, I wish I'd never put you through what I myself had to go through at your age." Lucius told him.
Harry pulled him into his arms and whispered words of comfort in his ear. Draco crawled into his lap and stayed there, his hands resting over his stomach.
Lucius looked a little shocked as he witnessed his son climbing into Harry Potter's lap, but he smiled when he saw the little dragon and the massive python curl around them, he knew true love when he saw it.
His face fell again as he remembered his youngest daughter. There was a good chance now that she would never experience love like her siblings had. He was no fool, he'd known how Severus felt about Erika for quite some time, and now there she was, crying into his shirt while he held her and kissed her hair.
"Come Poppy, we should take him to the Hospital Wing." Dumbledore told the medi-witch quietly.
She nodded briskly and they helped him to stand.
"Ari…" he whispered as they led him away, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Severus looked across to Draco, who was looking a little better. "Go send a letter to your mother telling her to come here. I think we'll be leaving for Little Hangleton the instant the Order can be mobilised.
Draco nodded, and he and Harry swiftly went to write to Mrs. Malfoy.
Draco turned around to face Severus before they left. "We have to save her Sev, we have to." He said, his voice trembling.
Harry wrapped his arms around him, his own face pale. This was it… within the next twelve hours, he would face Voldemort for the last time.
That's the end of chapter 8 everyone! Whew, that took forever didn't it! Hope you all like the cliffhanger, and please review.
The next chapter is the final battle, and we see Jayson again!
