Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter at all.

I sat impassively in the grand hall of Malfoy Manor, though my heart was pounding horribly hard.

They had captured Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and the Manor was reeling with excitement. I had gone down to see them, acting as if I was happy they were caught but really own to make sure they were okay. Hermione hid the small smile that had come to her face, Ron winked at me, and Harry. . . . Harry didn't even look at me. He was hurt and confused and angry and there was nothing I could tell him to let him know that this was all just an act. He would have to wait until the war was over.

"Melody Travis, miss! Melody Travis miss, over here!"

I spun around to see Dobby waiting for me off in the side corridor where I had told him to meet me. Looking to Draco, I nodded and snuck off. He was going to cover for me once again.

As soon as I reached Dobby, I put a concealment charm over us, sealing our voices and our bodies from the eyes and ears of the ever watchful Death Eaters. "What have you found out, Dobby?"

"They is meaning to torture Hermione Granger, miss," Dobby said, frightfully. "They is meaning to spell her until she tells what they is doing wandering around, Melody Travis, miss. What is we to be doing?"

"I'm going to need you to calm down, Dobby, and listen to everything I going to need you to do, all right?" I said. "Can you do that for me?"

"Of course, miss," the elf said. "Anything to save Harry Potter, sir."

"If this works they way I plan, we'll be able to get you out of here too."

I had to keep myself from wincing as Bellatrix Lestrange tortured Hermione. Hermione looked to me as she resisted, the strength and her eyes extraordinary. It was the only thing that kept me from running to her.

All that happened next was next was a bit of a blur.

Harry and Ron came running up, wands from Bellatrix and Wormtail in their hands. I spun on the spot, shooting spells away from my friends but through all of the commotion, no one could actually tell what I was doing.

"STOP OR SHE DIES!"

Ron and Harry dropped the wands at the sight of Bellatrix with a knife against Hermione's throat. While Bellatrix was talking, I looked towards Dobby, who hid just behind a statue by the door to the cellars. I nodded to him and the chandelier that hung over Bellatrix, Hermione, and Griphook the Goblin. He nodded back, his eyes fearful as he raised his finger, bringing the chandelier crashing down. I spun just in time to avoid the shards as the rained down all over the place.

Ron grabbed Hermione from the wreckage and Harry grabbed Griphook and Dobby to Apparate. Just as they did, Bellatrix threw her knife towards their streaking figures.

I had a very good idea who got hit.

"You just had to break the chandelier, huh?" Draco said, as I cleaned blood from his face a moment or so later. "My mother loved that chandelier."

I smiled slightly, tears burning my eyes. "Sorry."

We fell silent for a moment. Draco sighed, saying, "I'm sorry about the el – Dobby."

I shook my head, wiping the stray tears away. "Yeah, I know. He died for someone he really cared about though. I just hope Harry's taking it okay."

Draco looked towards the door, before looking back at me. He reached for me, wiping a way a tear I had missed. "Best not to let them see your upset, right?" He smiled.

I smiled back, glad to have a friend in the midst of all this craziness.

A/N: Sorry it's short. I have class in a couple of minutes. I hope I was kind of close to events. I don't have the book with me at the moment. Stay tuned for the next chapter.