She did not scream.
This was not how it was supposed to happen. He pushed past the insolent inferior first year students standing in his way, forcing his way to the back of the train where the small latrine would be. The protests of those around him landed on deaf ears as his were ringing, the blood pumping through his veins quickly, the stomach acid slowly rising making its way up his throat. Throwing himself into the room he relieved his stomach of all contents. This was not how it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be something doable, something that would easily bring him to the inner circle, would make the Dark Lord proud of his family again. Remove the stain left by his Father. This was a death sentence in disguise as a prize. The Dark Lord knew he could never accomplish this, opening a passage way into Hogwarts, making the impenetrable walls penetrable through a cabinet that no one had been able to fix for years. He rose from the latrine to splash water on his face at the sink. Looking at the mirror, the reflection looked scared, like the small child his Father always accused him of being. Eyes too wide and skin too pale. Quickly he sent his fist through the glass and watched as it shattered piece by piece falling down around him. Blood mixed with the water circling the drain. The pain he should have felt was not there, the anxiety coursing through him had made it almost invisible.
They had taken her.
Not screaming, no Narcissa would never scream in fear of what was to come, she was too proud for that. Her eyes had given her away though, she trusted these fools even less than she trusted her Husband and in Draco's eyes that was a statement to great for words. She was to be the insurance policy, the only thing Draco cared about enough to risk his life for. He could feel Greyback breathing on his neck, daring him to say anything against it. Open the pathway, bring us into the castle, or she dies.
There was no one else they could have taken, not even Pansy would have given the motivation that this did. He would be alone in this world. His Father gone his Mother gone.
Stop it he slammed his hand down on the sink.
No one he cared about was supposed to get hurt, the ones who got hurt were just pawns to the greater good, the greater of Wizard kind was supposed to triumph and goddamn it no one that actually mattered was supposed to get hurt. Quickly he splashed cold water on his face breathing in and out before raising up and running his hand through his hair smoothing out the edges. Grabbing his wand from his robes he repaired the mirror, staring at his reflection until it morphed into one he was familiar with, the one that gave nothing away. Sticking his head out the door he paused for a moment before continuing back where he knew his people would be waiting.
"And the prodigal son returns," Nott yelled as he walked into the compartment thunderously clapping his hands to the amusement of those around him.
"Are you through?" he asked knowing the answer already, he went to the seat next to Parkinson and laid his head in her lap. She instantly ran her fingers through his hair.
"Are you alright love?" She asked looking at him, him and Parkinson had been friends since they were kids. They had tried to be more once, during simpler times, she found it much more amusing to pester him from the sidelines though. Under normal days she could see through him he should have known today wouldn't be any different. "Draco are you bleeding?" She said grabbing his hand and pulling it closer to his face.
"I'm just wonderful, you nosey wench." He said pulling his hand away and healing himself with his wand. She pulled a strand of his hair out causing him to flinch slightly. He looked her pointedly in the eyes, she was not going to let this go he could be sure of that.
"Alright get over yourself, what have you been up to these past few months?" Zabini said folding the Prophet he was reading and tucking it underneath the seat. Preparing for a story that wasn't going to come. Draco only closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. They story they all wanted was not one he was willing to give, he knew they all knew of the mark he now bore on his arm. It was like a prize to them, a trophy that they had to wait another year to attain… if they made it another year. Swiftly that same paper came flying down rapidly at his head.
"Oi. What gives?" Nott said holding the paper in his hands looking cross. "You all but disappear on us even when you're with us, what the hell mate."
"Show some respect and stop whining like a little…." Pluck went another hair from Pansy "Damnit all, look when you are in the need to know I will let you know. Until then shut up and stop pestering me." He said sitting up and smacking her hand away, staring at all of them. They had gotten to his nerves, something that rarely happened. He needed to get himself together before he gave something away, before He thought him going soft.