Malfoy Manor

Footsteps came down the stairs into the dungeon. Harry and Ron stood by the cell door, watching the pair of shadows descend. A heavy, quiet thump sounded as one of the shadows fell down. The remaining shadow reached down and took something from the one that had fallen.

The remaining steps found them still with anticipation.

"Malfoy!" Ron practically shouted, when the owner of the shadow came into view.

Harry found he wasn't really surprised at all.

Malfoy lifted a pale brow. "Why the surprise, Weasley? It is my house," he stated, calmly.

He pointed his wand at the lock and started muttering. It clicked open.

"Well, come on," he said to the hesitant occupants. "You can apparate out from the tenth step."

He led them up the stairs, turning to face them once they were all far enough up.

"Catch," he said, tossing something at them. Ron grabbed it, and looked amazed that he now held a wand.

"Wormtail's," Draco said shortly, answering the unasked question, and nodding at Pettigrew's unconscious body just behind him on the stairs.

They could hear Hermione's screams much clearer now. Ron and Harry exchanged a panicked glance.

"We have to get-"

"No, Potter," Draco cut in. "There are too many up there, and not enough wands here. We don't have much time, anyway. You need to get out. I'll get Granger." He extended his wand to Harry.

"You'll have to stupefy me. Yell it, so they hear." Harry nodded, and took Malfoy's wand.

"Wait, you don't know where we'll be," Harry said, turning to Ron.

"Bill and Fleur's, Shell Cottage," Ron blurted as he linked arms with Luna and Dean, preparing to apparate.

Malfoy met his eyes, and Ron felt a gentle ruffling through his mind.

"Good. Do it now, Potter."

Harry raised the wand, Hermione's screams reaching a crescendo above them, and shouted, "STUPEFY!"