Draco at the moment was not too sure of what exactly to say. Here he faced toward the end of the tunnel with as many as twelve Order members to his beck, and call, and yet something still did not feel right. Quite bemused with the scene, he just caught eye to eye of each follower, all of which looked just as confused, and worried as he. For one split second, he took the chance to look into his old Professor's eyes as he stood only a few feet away. His grey hair all tattered, with his long purple robes eaten away by years of decay, and then his eyes followed to another area. An area so small, and yet so effecting he felt slightly guilty. It was Remus grey eyes. Full of innocence, and worry, he carried such an ore about himself, that Draco felt a heavy, dark, pain of guilt that really didn't want to leave.
Why were they here to save him? Why did they risk their lives for him? This low life that killed the one man they all followed and looked up to. It was his fault Albus was dead, their own leader, and now they were here to rescue him even though it could have been a possible trap? He just didn't understand this. If it was he, he personally would not have come, but knowing Remus character, he in a way was not surprised, and with this had high respect for a man with such courage.
"Why did you come here?" he finally spoke, after a long period of silence. Remus was quite befuddled by the question. Why else would they be here? He did send word of needing help, but after a moment of just looking at Draco's fallen deposition within his soft pointed face, he had a slight idea of what Draco might have been feeling. Lost, confused, and heavy distress weighing down his heart. He looked behind him, seeing Tonks not far away along side with the others, and then turned back to face Draco.
"We came here to get you and your mother out of here," he spoke with a gentle voice to slightly soothe Draco's nerves, and for a moment he looked behind Draco, but as he saw only an empty tunnel behind them, his face suddenly became very grave. "Draco," he spoke, "where is your mother?" Seeing Draco's face turn slightly pale, he knew all was not well with the given situation. It was now a matter of urgency, and they had to move fast." Draco," he spoke urgently," I need you to tell me where she is? Is she in the house?" It was silent for a moment, but finally Draco nodded," Yes, I guess. She said something about making sure everything was clear, and then she was going to be right behind me, but she never caught up with me."
Remus took action, and moved quickly. Shoving Draco to the side, and made his way down the tunnel. Draco didn't understand what just happened, but he knew he needed to help. If anything this was his fault his mother was in trouble, so it was simply his job to protect her. Remus noticed that Draco followed closely behind and stopped to turn and face him. He sighed heavily, "Draco, go back with the others," but Draco did not budge. They were wasting time, and this was really starting to anger him." Draco, quit being so stubborn and just go. Tonks will take you to Grimmaulds. You'll be safe there, and I'll come slowly behind."
Once again Draco did not budge. With a swift turn on his heel, Remus made way further down the tunnel with his wand in front of him to lead the way, and as he heard soft footsteps from behind, he then became agitated, and turned pointing his wand directly at Draco chest. "Don't make me hurt you," he spat. Draco was very offended by this. He thought he could trust this man, and now he was holding a wand at him?
"How dare you!" he yelled and started to pull his wand out in defense when Tonks yelled from behind," GET DOWN!" Remus lunged forward onto Draco holding him directly to the ground as red flares went right above them. Draco's stomach dropped as the tunnel became inflamed. The deatheaters had reached the tunnel. Remus eyes widened as he pulled Draco up by the arm, and without even stopping to look behind them, he ran as fast as he could carry himself, and Draco down through the tunnel. Dodging hexes as they flew by, they made a final dive out of the tunnel, and Draco was flung into Tonks arms held tightly by her grip.
"Tonks, take him to Grimmaulds. Make sure he stays there. When you reach the house stay in the study and recruit the others where we will hold a meeting." Urgently Remus spoke, and with a small look of affection towards her bright eyes, he turned on his heal and stood silent for a moment. "Remus," she called hanging onto Draco as he tried to struggle out of her hands. Remus turned his face towards her gently, and with a small,' be careful' he nodded with a small grin and howled towards the morning moon in the sky. The wind surrounded the scene as Remus transformed into a were wolf, simple, and quite controlled. It had been a long tedious task that he had attempted in learning, and now he was successful.
"No! Wait! I want to save her! She's my mother!" Draco called, but Tonks drug him along the ground out of the way as she watched Remus run into the darkness. Worried about his fatal return, she stood quietly hushing Draco for a moment and looked down into his eyes, "Draco, your not going to save your mother acting like an insolent child. Now, please listen to me, and do what Remus asks of you. Were going to do a side- along aparation okay?" Draco, who was not enraged nodded with not much effort, and stood along side of her. She clutched his robe tightly, and picturing Number 12, Grimmaulds they disappeared on site.
Remus kept quiet as he ran by the others in the tunnel not making a sound. Through his wolf eyes he saw Bellatrix, her sullen deposition of a face, and gaunt like features. With her were some others he recognized, but now was not the time to analyze his enemies. He had to move fast. Quietly, but quickly. Finally after a long, tedious time of running through the tunnel, his paws reached a stairway which he assumed was leading to the floor above. Sniffing around the opening of the trap door, he noticed the smell of blood, and with urgency poked his nose slightly to protrude it open. He peered through the hole and with his eyes he found it quite deserted, but a struggle was defiantly made within the study. He poked his head through the hole, and crept quietly through the room where he noticed streaks of blood on the ground. He assumed this had to been Narcissa's, and with a small sniff it was only determined that it was hers, and fresh. Luckily the door was opened slightly from someone's previous departure, and so with this, peered his head out of the door to get a good view of what was going on inside.
Lucius stood only a couple feet a way in font of his wife who was being held by Rodolphus, and another he recognized as Macnair. She looked beaten severely, and very weak, but there was nothing he could do. The damage had been made, and he was out numbered. With a small, quiet howl, he watched as Narcissa was dragged along the pavement of their home, and Lucius smug look that had recently occurred on his face. A look which made Remus want to tear into his hateful heart, and make him pay for all that he has done. He failed this rescue, and to think what Draco would think. He sighed as they left, leaving him alone in the room, and as he closed his eyes, he disappeared leading him to Grimmaulds.