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Chapter Four: Liar.
"Let's go." Blaise murmured and the three of them raced off to the cellar.
"Line up!" Malfoy yelled and again there was shuffling. Opening the door, the three Slytherins entered wands ready for anything. Just Potter and Weasley were present, somehow the others had escaped.
The pop of apparation was probably a House Elf but what House Elf could they own with Granger around? Then it hit Draco, Dobby. Their old House Elf who was freed by Potter, of course he'd help them and he had the ability too. Glancing behind them, he checked for anyone eavesdropping before casting a muffliato charm.
"I'll keep an eye out." Blaise murmured and put his back to them all and watched the door. Draco and Pansy nodded before lowering their wands and watching the two thirds of the golden trio frowning puzzled.
"We're here to help." Malfoy began.
"Help? Help! Really Malfoy? I don't know what sick game you're playing but it's messed up!" Weasley yelled, "How can you help?"
"Hang on Ron." Potter hushed his companion, "Why?"
"We want to change sides." Draco said simply and Weasley snorted, "Look we can argue this until the cows come home but Granger's up there being tortured and I'd like to believe she's not going to die because of Bellatrix."
"Draco, Wormtail's coming." Blaise hissed.
"Salazar!" He grabbed his two friends and ducked away from the door's view. Malfoy watched as Potter and Weasley whispered to each other heatedly. Clearly torn between their only chance of survival and their trust of their rescuers. Draco rolled his eyes at them; he couldn't believe they were really considering not believing them? Were they really so stupid? If he was in their position he'd take his chances and escape and question motives later.
Wormtail entered and the two Gryffindor's tackled him, fighting for his wand and keeping him quiet. Wormtail's silver hand reached to strangle Potter as Harry kept a hand clenched over his mouth. Weasley was tugging at the wand, trying to release it from the unyielding grip. Draco rolled his eyes again at their barbaric and simplistic ways to do things and shot a spell at the rat like man without thinking. Wormtail dropped to the ground quite still and Ron and Harry stared between the corpse and Malfoy in shock.
"Is he dead?" Potter asked the obvious and Ron took Wormtail's wand.
"No, he's sleeping." Malfoy drawled sarcastically and they shot him a glare.
"Did you really just kill someone so…simply?" Potter stuttered with wide eyes.
"Comes with the Death Eater territory." He tried to be blasé about it but a slight wince gave away his guilt at having done so many terrible things to others. But he hid it well, cursing himself for mentioning it to them. The Death Eater mention definitely didn't do him any favours right now, "Now are you saving Granger or not?"
"Of course." Potter nodded and the two ran for the stairs.
"Wait." Draco sighed and the Gryffindors turned confused again, "Don't go in wands blazing, wait until I give you a signal." He instructed as they made their way slower to the drawing room. But on the way Granger was screaming again and Weasley ran off.
They chased him to outside the drawing room before Blaise floored him. Weasley struggled but thankfully kept his mouth shut. If he had started running his mouth they were all dead. But they could all be dead anyway.
"Ron, calm down." Harry whispered but Hermione's wails nearly drowned him out.
"It's Hermione Harry, Hermione!" Ron hissed back.
"Then wait for my signal." Malfoy snapped, "Fools." He muttered before bursting in the drawing room, hoping Blaise and Pansy could handle the two so he could set it all up. Now just to begin his plan, "Gone!" He panted as if in a hurry to tell them, "They've gone!" He wiped his hand across his forehead.
"How?" Lucius demanded.
"It's not possible!" Narcissa shrieked.
"We are going to die if we don't get them back!" Bellatrix screeched maddeningly. Malfoy resisted a smirk. Perfect, everything was going perfect.
"They can't have gone far." He tried to reason not too nonchalantly, "I'm sure we can find them."
"Draco, the Dark Lord will kill us for this!" Bellatrix hissed and his parents blanched, "What to do, what to do?" She mused and wandered over to Hermione who lay on the floor, chest quivering with broken breaths, tears coming from her closed and sliced eyelids, tinged with red blood. It was strange to witness but still as heart wrenching, "We still have the girly."
"So?" He inquired.
"Blackmail." Lucius snapped and shot him a disgusted look, like his twisted way of thinking should be something Draco adopted, "They would come running for the Mudblood, Gryffindor loyalty and all that crap."
"But we should move her to the dungeons." Narcissa shivered delicately, "She's positively grotesque to look at." His mother was too delicate for this war, Malfoy frowned. She hated gore and pain. But she was a believer of blood supremacy and therefore belonged sadly on the Dark side. But it was what a good wife did for her husband, supporting him blindly. It made him wish Lucius was no longer around; maybe she would be free and happy. But then she shattered his illusion, "A Mudblood sullying my floors, they must be scrubbed thoroughly." She sneered at Granger and he sighed. You couldn't help someone who could not help themselves or want to change, no matter how much you wished or tried.
"How do we contact them? Wanted posters? Advertise? Like a common whore, on a street corner." Bellatrix giggled and it sounded twisted from her mouth, "No matter, no matter, they'll return. But for now." She pointed her wand at the young, unconscious witch and smiled a grotesque leer, "Filthy, little Mudblood."
With that Malfoy gave the signal. His wand slipping from his forearm to his hand, ready to fight the good fight. It was now or never as Granger screamed under a crucio.