Draco

"Draco, take the blood traitors back to their cells. And then go back to guarding the Room of Requirements. But first, make sure they all are somewhat healthy. My plan won't work if they die."

"Yes, master." Draco bowed before walking into the empty room, which once was his potions class. He savored the same dungeon smell before running over to the limp redhead girl lying before him.

"Ginny, are you alright?" She shook her head, still buried in the cold stone. The look on her face said it all: she would never be alright, or even close to that. This would go with her through the rest of her life, probably about to be ended anyways. Sweat covered her forehead, which was a sickly shade of green, along with the rest of her face. She was shaking slightly as if she were cold, though Draco had taken the time to sling a cloak over her.

The others behind her didn't look much better. Ron's face matched that when he spit out slugs for a day straight, and George's looked the same as after his ear got chopped off during their battle earlier that year. Draco had been riding the broom next to Snape's when it all happened; he had seen the dismembered ear fall into the bushes, leaving a trail of blood hanging in the air. He had never seen the other three in this state, though he knew they were feeling the same pain as the three Weasleys were.

"Okay, Ginny, just lie there. I'll help you." He managed to turn a dusty table into a long, six-person bed complete with straps to hold people in place. He levitated Ginny first, followed by her brothers, Neville, Luna, and finally, Hermione. After that, it was just a matter of bringing them all down to the cellars, which proved to be harder than he thought. The passageway down winded this way and that, a spiral shape forming around one single, solitary post.

He made it down eventually, panting at the effort of winding around the makeshift stretcher. He deposited the still-shivering teens in their cells before making his way to Ginny, who was lying in her usual corner with tears spewed down her face.

"Ginny, I am so sorry that this happened. Are you okay? What can I help with? Do you need something?" He frantically rushed his hands over her, not able to do anything productive. Draco wasn't even sure Ginny had heard him when she finally spoke.

"Stop. It's not your fault."

"But, Ginny, it is. I could have gotten you out of here. I should have, forever ago. The second I found out you were here. But now you're like...like this. And I can't fix it." He looked down at Ginny, who was shaking her head more furiously now.

"I don't feel like fighting right now. Just accept it's not your fault. You can argue with me later. Understand?" Even when she was crimpled, Ginny was still in command.

"Fine. But at least let me help you. And this time I won't get in trouble for it. Orders. What hurts the most?" Draco knew this was a stupid question, for everything probably hurt right now, but he felt the need to ask before going to work.

"Everything." She groaned out, just the answer Draco was expecting. He set to work, wrapping every injured part of her in bandages and finally giving her a sleeping drought that he conjured from his bedroom.

"This should help. Just rest now. I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise." He whispered before shutting the cell door, leaving Ginny in a dark, eerie silence.

Harry

The hallway leading into Hogwarts was straight, but dark and chopped up. Harry couldn't take one foot off the ground for fear that he would trip. The others seemed to realize this, too, because the only sound in the entire trip was the scuffling of shoes across uneven cement blocks.

From last time, Harry could tell when they were nearly halfway there, even though everything looked the same to the two other boys. A long crack extended down the entire height of the wall, almost as if it were made there to mark the hall in half: impending doom on one side, safety on the other. Of course, there also was friends on one half, matched with torment over his friends on the other. Harry knew which one mattered more, which was why he was bravely walking through the darkness, past the side of safety and onto impending doom.

Draco

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Draco shrugged off the witty comment made by the youngest Weasley boy and started towards him, whipping out his wand effortlessly. He pointed it at Ron a few times, twirling it this way and that, before he was finally bandaged properly. He placed a small vile on the ground and stood up again, pointing his wand at it. Instantly, the small container was filled with the same purplish liquid Ginny had just taken seconds ago.

"Sleeping drought. If you want. And I wouldn't try talking to Ginny for a while. She needs her sleep." He spun on his heel and headed to the door, stopping just in front of the door.

"Wait--" Draco took his hand off the door and took a step back, shocked that Ron actually was talking to him.

"Yes, Weasley?" He held back the urge to spit out the filthy name like he normally did, but stopped for Ginny's sake.

"Why the hell are you doing all this?"

"Orders." He replied. "Just orders."

Harry

"Are you two sure you don't want to turn back now? I'll go on ahead alone, if you want." Harry asked. He hoped they couldn't hear the desperation in his voice for the trip to speed up and for his two friends to be out of harm's way.

"Harry, we're staying with you. No ands, ifs, or buts about it. Now, come on. I think it's just up here. I can see light." Harry sighed and continued down the sloping hallway, etching for the small ring of light that was his ticket to Ginny.

Draco

Draco walked up the small, winding stairway again and heaved a sigh of relief when he was finally out of the foul-smelling dungeons and on the familiar brown floors of Hogwarts.

He started to climb the steps two at a time, figuring he would be able to leave sooner if he didn't dilly-dally. Once he could see the passageway into the room of requirements, Draco broke into a run, passing by the wall three times until it finally cracked open.

Harry

"Are you two sure you're staying?" He took the final two steps until he was next to Bill and Charlie.

"Harry, shut up and help us open this door."

Duh Duh dddduuuuuuuuhhhhhh... Sorry for the cliff, but in case you didn't understand, Draco is in the room of requirements, right where Harry (who is dead), Bill, and Charlie are about to walk into. Review!! Only should be about 2 more chapters on this :( Sorry!! Well, hurry up and hit that small, purple button plzzzzzz!!

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