Draco was trapped. Harry Potter stood before him, his wand pointed at him, with Draco disarmed before him. Harry grabbed the wand from the ground, slipping it in his robes. Another wizard stood beside Draco, refusing to remove his hood and reveal himself.
"Drop your hood," shouted Harry, drawing toward this stranger, keeping his wand pointed between them. The other man's wand was now somewhere on the ground surrounding this 15-story building. It had probably been collected by another auror by now.
The figure remained silent.
"You are both under arrest," said Harry. "Malfoy, you are recognized as an enemy of the Ministry of Magic-"
Draco cut him off.
"I'm glad you can see that, Potter," Draco said with a chuckle, his hands over his head. "New glasses?"
Harry tried to ignore him.
"I will ask you one more time…" began Harry, his wand now on the other wizard's chest. "Drop… your hood."
The man obeyed, and Harry was horrified by what he saw there, his own features looking back at him, taunting him.
"Hey there, 'Dad'," Albus said coldly.
Harry turned away, staring at Malfoy.
"What have you done."
His wand was at Malfoy's throat. Draco glanced to the side, then back at Harry, before spitting right in his face. Harry stared at him in disbelief.
"What have you done to my son?!"
As Harry prepared to curse Malfoy, he was suddenly thrown to the ground. The last thing he saw as he lost consciousness was his beautiful wife, Ginny, looking at him in horror with tears in her eyes, her wand pointed right at him.
She couldn't believe that this is what it had all come to.
Draco could not be more pleased. Everything he had done was all leading up to this. The puppet would be made aware of who was pulling the strings, and then the puppet master would set the whole stage on fire.
It was all coming together now. It had been for years, since Albus was just a boy of 11…