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Draco's POV

We stood in the Room of Requirement, a huge circle around the Vanishing Cabinet. Death Eaters were going to come through three at a time at five minute intervals. Us four students and fifty more aurors held a breath in as a clock somewhere struck midnight. I braced myself when I heard the door of the magical artifact creak ominously.

The first face that came out was my Aunt Bellatrix. Her heavy-lidded eyes widened in shock as twenty or so full body-bind curses hit her in the chest. She thumped to the floor and lay there, unable to move. Aunt Bella was soon followed by my father, who I took great pleasure in taking down, and Mulciber. Three aurors darted forward and dragged the motionless bodies out of the way for the next round. I grinned and walked over to where my father lay.

"I'm not your son anymore" I told him.

I smashed my foot into his nose, breaking it like I'd dreamed so many times. I smiled again and retook my place in the circle of witches and wizards. The next three came through and we dispatched them just as swiftly as the first. They were also hauled out of the way with the other trio.

The night continued like that. Seven hours later, the flow of Death Eaters stopped. There were about two hundred neatly laid out in one corner of the Room. Although I had been in the centre of the operation, I had no idea that there had been that many followers.

Hermione came over at midday, exhausted from the night's work and talking to ministry baboons.

"How are you?" she asked, flopping down next to me.

"Much better, now that I know they're going to be behind bars." I jerked my head towards the broken army of Death Eaters.

"Draco," she murmured gently. "Are you going to miss your father?"

"No" I growled. "But I'm glad mother had no part in this. She never really wanted to be involved in any of it, but he forced her."

"Hey, Draco!" Harry yelled from the other side of the room.

He beckoned me over to where he was standing with a ministry official. She was wearing formal robes and her bronze hair was in a tight bun.

"This is Mafalda Hopkirk, she's going to help put all these lot in Azkaban." Harry sighed, as if tired of all the technicalities.

I nodded cordially at her.

"Mr Malfoy, we need you to testify against these people, just to make sure they don't claim to have been put under the Imperius curse" she said in a very posh, formal voice.

"Very well." I replied, just as formally.

She sniffed haughtily and strode away. Harry chuckled.

"You really know how to get under someone's skin, don't you?"

I grinned back at him.

"I try my very best."

"They wanted the name of the informant, but I didn't think it would have gone down well. It might be best if I brought Tom in to St Mungo's myself." He frowned.

"St Mungo's?" I asked, bewildered.

"It's the safest place he can be right now, clear from the press and people who would want revenge on him. He needs to get rid of the Horcruxes in peace, or things might go wrong" he explained. "Tom wants to wait until the summer holidays, then McGonagall can come get me from the Dursleys and meet him somewhere. From there, we'll go to the Minister for Magic directly and tell him everything. Hopefully, Scrimgeour won't be as much of an idiot as Fudge was."

"Good idea, but don't you think as soon as you walk in, the three of you will get about fifty stunners each in the face?" I pointed out.

Harry scratched his head thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I didn't quite get that far. I did think about the invisibility cloak, but then he might just walk off with it."

I thought for a minute, going through all the tricks they had used in past years, then it hit me.

"Polyjuice potion!" I exclaimed, quite loudly and a few people looked round. I ignored them.

"Remember in second year, you used polyjuice potion to turn into the trolls?" I said in a quieter voice.

Harry ran his hand through his hair, looking ashamed.

"You knew about that?"

I rolled my eyes, now was not the time for that.

"Hermione told me ages ago. Anyway, if you cooked up some of that, gave him a fake name, no one would ever know!" I finished, pleased that I had thought of something so genius.

Harry's eyebrows shot up.

"Of course! We could brew it in the time we have, or just get Snape to do it for us, now he's on our side. Then we could take some as a top-up if needed." He sounded satisfied. "Brilliant."

"Thank you." I smirked.

He stuck his tongue out at me and hurried off to find McGonagall. I went back over to Hermione and suggested we get some sleep. School was back on tomorrow and it was already late in the day. The press had been told to keep away until everything had been sorted out. All they knew was that a large number of Death Eaters had been captured.

Tomorrow was going to be hard.