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Chapter Nineteen
They made it out of the chamber
"Anyone not aware of the plan?" Hermione asked. No one said anything.
"Ready?" She asked
"Wait" Draco said, walking up to her and kissing her deep. "Just in case" He whispered. They pulled away, to see that Theo and Ginny had copied them.
"Let's go!" Hermione said, unable to keep the smile off her face.
The Slytherins made their way down to the Prison, in the dungeons. It was a rather simple job. Find the guard. Restrain or kill him. Release the prisoners. It went almost too smoothly. To their disbelief, there was only one guard down there. None other than Percy Weasley.
"Weasley?" Draco asked dumfounded by the sight of a Weasley left in charge of a Dark Side prison.
"Malfoy" Percy greeted. Then fell to the floor unconscious. A significant wound to the head.
"I shall be reporting this to the Dark Lord" Draco commented, earning sniggers from Theo and Blaise. The Slytherin's made quick work of releasing the prisoners, who were eager to escape.
"LISTEN!" Draco called loudly to get his voice heard over the chatter which filled the room, out of fear and quite possibly confusion, they listened.
"Harry Potter needs your help! On the way out you will be given a wand. Stop any Death Eaters you see. Keep noted, me, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini are NOT Death eaters. We released you" Draco said. He knew there would be trouble later on, but that was not necessary at that moment.
The prisoners understood, were issued wands and were led to the courtyard, where Death eaters were gathering. The prisoners, took hide and fired spells hen they could.
Draco, Theo and Blaise joined in the battle. Their double cross unknown to the Dark Side, they could stand mid field and not get attacked. Easily fighting off any Death Eaters who came near the prisoners.
No one seemed any the wiser as to their game, until they saw Neville walk backwards out the building, followed by Voldemort and Nagini. Neville was clearly the target, and Voldemort had a sinister look on his face.
Draco knew that Voldemort was about to feed Nagini. Not able to outright help them, as this was Voldemort directly, he cast a quick curse. A few seconds later, a wardrobe appeared next to Neville. Another quick flick of his wand, and out tumbled Katie.
This was enough distraction, as she started exchanging pleasantries with Voldemort. Noticing her master's distraction, Nagini turned her aggression to the ghost. Katie begun to be friendly with the snake, however after quickly realising that the snake was not here to make friends, after the snake bit her, she begun to play nasty too. Poking her tongue out and teasing the snake, appearing one side, then the other.
Neville watched, his heart racing, when he heard a groan from within the wardrobe.
"What the Hell!" The voice said. Neville turned,
"Roger?" He asked
"Neville. You'll have to explain to me what is going on! But first. Can you get this wretched sword out of me?" He asked, stepping forwards. It was clear that he had been stabbed in the chest by a sword. None other than the sword of Gryffindor!
Between Katie distracting the snake and Voldemort, and Roger begging for the sword to be removed, Neville grabbed the sword, thrust it forward and cut off the snake's head in one clean slice. Katie screamed as blood splattered through her.
"Ew Ew Ew! Thanks Neville!" She said
"Sorry" Neville replied sheepishly
"Neville! You did it!" Ginny Said happily, but the celebration was cut short as the fight continued. Now snake-less, Voldemort apparated away. Katie joined in the fight, while Roger walked around aimlessly, before settling back into the closet for a nap.
Draco watched this from the corner of his eye. He looked away however, when his father walked up to him.
"A word. NOW" Lucius demanded and pulled him off to the side.
"What father, can't you see I have business to attend to? Who left a Weasley in charge of a prison? I went down to do my rounds earlier and was astounded to find a blood trairot guarding it. I assumed that he was trust worthy though, otherwise he would not have been given the post, and now look. Prisoners running around like escaped vermin" Draco spat
"You're a good liar, Draco. But you can't fool me! I saw you summon that wardrobe. I know you work with them" Lucius said
"The accusation is absurd" Draco insisted.
"That is not up for me to decide" Lucius said pulling up his sleeve, finger hovering over the Dark Mark
"I'm sorry, Draco" His father said. There was a very small tone, barely detecatble of actual sympathy in his words.
"No father, I am sorry" Draco replied, Lucius looked up, as Draco cursed an 'Avada kedavra" at his father. It pained Draco, to watch the light fade from his father's eyes. Biological of course, there was very little fatherhood actually there. His mother was a different matter, his father, was an expendable.
Re-joining the battle, Draco watched as Harry and Voldemort exchange in a fight, soon, that was all anyone could pay attention to, they watched a battle, to everyone else, it looked like a wrong move. To the ten, it was a very smart strategic plan. Harry fell to the floor. Dead.
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