Chapter 7
The group of people was close enough now, that Draco could see that they too had their wands out. None of the Death Eaters moved, and nobody attempted to attack anyone. "Why have you come here?" demanded Bellatrix. "Oh, I think that you know very well why we decided to pay you a little visit." said one of the people approaching them. The speaker was a man, with a deep and hoarse voice. As he came nearer, Draco saw that he was a thickset, tall man with neat brown hair.
"I see," said Barty Crouch, glaring at the man. "You've come here to murder… well, it seems that you are out of luck, since most of us here don't fancy dying today." "Who are you?" growled the man. "Don't you recognize my voice?" said Crouch. "Strange, I thought that you'd remember the voice of the man whom you've tried to kill at least five times." The thickset man was now only a few feet away from Crouch, and compared to Crouch, who was the most haggard and thin looking man Draco had ever seen, he looked like a giant. The two stood with their wands pointed at each other. "How many people from the Order have you brought with you?" asked Crouch, glancing at the group of people. They were all slowly coming closer. "I think we've talked enough." said the man. "Yes," replied Crouch. "I agree. Petrificus Totalus!"
The man swished his wand and deflected the spell. As though they had been given a signal to attack, the group of people began to cast curses in all directions. Draco didn't hear exactly which incantation each of them said, but he knew that the jets of light heading towards him and the other Death Eaters were not innocuous spells. Not knowing how to block the curses magically, he ducked and fell to his knees. The jets of light zoomed over his head. He heard a shrill scream and followed by someone cursing.
He stayed low to the ground. The grass was tall enough to conceal him. He heard another shriek, and winced. He hoped that none of the other Death Eaters had been wounded, or worse. He knew that he couldn't stay still, lying down in the grass for the whole fight. Someone from the Order was sure to come and find him. Draco slowly began to stand up, but ducked back down again when a great burst of fire shot out from someone's wand, and nearly hit him.
"What are you doing on the ground?"
Draco jumped and saw Carrie Annen staring at him. "I almost tripped over you," she said. "What exactly are you trying to do?" "I was trying to avoid being hit in the face by a curse." replied Draco. "Have you seen Amanda?" asked Carrie. "No." said Draco. Carrie groaned. She started to leave, but turned around again. "Why are you still lying there?" she asked. "Why aren't you getting up so that you can help us?" "I doubt that I'll be of much help," sighed Draco. "I don't really know that many curses."
"You have to at least try!" cried Carrie. "There are nine people from the Order here. I counted. We're outnumbered if you don't even make an effort to fight! You don't have to use curses. You can just jinx a few people. It'll distract some Order members long enough for someone to stun them." "Honestly, I'd like to help, but I think that it would be best if I stayed out of the battle." said Draco.
"Draco, please!"
"I'm just going to be in the way."
"You've got to…"
"Go find you sister."
"You've got to at least jinx one person!"
"I don't think I can. They're fully trained wizards, Carrie. I still have two more years at Hogwarts."
"Draco, you're a Death Eater! You have the Dark Mark on your arm, don't you?"
"No I don't. Not yet at least."
"But you're related to four Death Eaters! You have to join the fight."
"Carrie, I already told you, I won't be…"
"You don't have a choice, Draco. Go and make yourself useful!"
Draco still didn't think that he would really be of much use if he joined the battle and immediately got himself killed, but he got up anyway. Carrie smiled and said, "I have to go and find my sister. I think that I saw your aunt and mother dueling some people over by the lake." With that, she ran off.
Draco did not follow her. He looked around and spotted five people engaged in a duel near the lake. He started to sprint towards them, but he didn't get far. He hadn't taken ten steps before his wand flew into the air and landed somewhere in the tall grass. Before Draco could retrieve it, someone grabbed him. He looked up and saw the stocky man whom Barty Crouch had attempted to curse earlier. Draco struggled. The man grunted when Draco kicked him, but refused to let go. Draco shouted for help, but with a flick of the man's wand, his screams were muffled.
Two other people were walking towards them. The man called to them, and they hurried over. One of the two was Nymphadora Tonks, who had got away from Bellatrix when the battle ensued. The other was a woman in pale pink robes. She had short dark brown hair, and wore an excessive amount of make-up. "Who do you have there?" she asked in a saccharine sweet voice. "Someone, that you may be interested in, Evelyn." replied the man who had grabbed Draco.
"Is he a Death Eater, Damien?" asked the woman called Evelyn. She came closer, and beckoned to Tonks to follow. "I haven't checked yet." replied the man. He yanked up Draco's left sleeve roughly. "No Dark Mark." he said quietly. "Do you have any idea who he is?" inquired Evelyn. "No." answered Damien. "I don't believe I've ever seen him." said Evelyn, frowning. "Tonks, do you know who this is?" "Draco Malfoy," replied Tonks. "I'm sure of it."
"Draco Malfoy." murmured Evelyn. She came nearer and looked at Draco carefully. "Yes," she murmured. "Now I see the resemblance. You look a lot like your father, boy." "Will he be worth questioning?" asked Damien. "Of course he's worth interrogating!" said Evelyn. There was a clear note of excitement in her voice. She looked around. "None of the Death Eaters have noticed that we have him," she said. "But, I doubt that they'll be oblivious of the fact that he's gone for long. We'd better get along with questioning him." "And what do we do once we're done with that?" asked Damien. "That's obvious isn't it?" replied Evelyn. "Now, I have some very important questions that I need to ask."
She turned to Draco and smiled at him. "Draco," she said. "All you need to do is answer a few questions. I'm sure that you will be able to…" "I won't be telling you anything." said Draco. Evelyn's smile faded slightly, but when she spoke, her voice was still serene. "We'll see about that, Draco," she said. "Now, tell me; is this the Headquarters of the Death Eaters? How long do you and your family plan to stay here?" Draco did not reply.
Evelyn sighed. "I see that they have already told you not to trust people like me," she muttered. "All I'm asking for are a few simple answers. Just tell me now, and it'll all end quickly, and painlessly." "And I told you that you're not going to get any answers!" snapped Draco. "You're an audacious one, Draco," said Evelyn. "You remind me a lot of the young Death Eaters years ago. Most of them didn't last very long, Draco. I'll give you one last opportunity to answer me. Is it true that this is the Headquarters of the Death Eaters?"
She was evidently getting more and more impatient. Draco only scowled at her. Without warning, Evelyn whipped out her wand. "ANSWER ME!" she shrieked. "CRUCIO!"
The curse hit him. Instantly, the pain came. Draco fell to the ground, screaming. It was excruciating. It felt as though his bones were being slowly torn apart, and his whole body was being cut to pieces. A few seconds later, the pain stopped as quickly as it had come. Draco was lying on the ground, breathing heavily and shaking. "I will repeat my question," said Evelyn, calmly. "Is this the…"
She didn't get to finish her sentence before her wand flew out of her hand onto the grass. Evelyn whipped around to see who had disarmed her, and saw Sky Lorrel, rushing towards them. She was followed by Barty Crouch, Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy. "Sky?" said Evelyn. When Sky came close enough to see who she had disarmed, all color drained from her face. "You joined them?" she murmured. "Yes," said Evelyn. "I have now officially become a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Sky said nothing. "Curse me," said Evelyn. "I want to see whether you have the guts to attack your own sister." Sky stood, with her wand aimed at Evelyn, but she did not say any incantation.
Evelyn grinned and said, "Very well; I will do the honors of casting the first curse. Cruci…" Before she could complete the incantation, there was an explosion, followed by several badly aimed stunning spells cast by Sky. Draco lifted his head to see the blue beam of light of a stunning spell speeding towards him. In a split second, he was unconscious.
Author's Note: I know that the Order of the Phoenix would never act like this in the actual book series. I mainly made the Aurors/Order members this way because this story is from the Death Eaters' perspective and the roles are reversed. Please review!