A/N: Okay, this iwhere it gets really juicy. Not lemony juicy, more like angsty/tragedy.....forgive? ...Probably not. Does it make it better if I say this thing is 2000 words?

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Tergum Vicis
Chapter 26
Real Gone

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He knew that despite any other situation he was in this would be an amazing feeling. Draco had just officially called him his in front of everyone, even the Death Eaters. Harry's heart leapt, though he was still scared for the blond with a wand pointed at his back. He knew if he didn't act quickly, Draco would be done for. Parkinson had revenge set on his mind for Draco "breaking" Pansy's heart, and Harry knew for sure that the Death Eater wouldn't give it up until he got it.

Sirius and Remus were here, too. That spelt danger everywhere. At least there was no veil, thought Harry with a frown as he stared towards an angry looking Sirius, then Remus.

Bellatrix cackled again. "He's yours is he?!" she gave a loud cackle. "And just how do you plan on getting him back, what with that wand pointed at your back, dear nephew?"

Draco looked at her. "I... I don't..."

"You don't know?" Bellatrix gave an evil grin. "You should of joined us, Draco. You'd be a good Death Eater, just like your father was."

"Don't you dare talk about my father!" Draco exclaimed, eyes hardening. "You've no right!"

Parkinson jabbed the wand into his back further, making Draco gasp. "I think you better watch what you say, boy."

Draco bit down on his bottom lip, glancing over at Harry. The boys eyes were solely on him, and his heart beat sped up a little bit.

'It's OK' he saw Harry mouth silently to him while the Death Eaters weren't looking, and Draco smiled slightly. Of course Harry was trying to calm him down, even now. Though that didn't stop the tears stinging in his eyes. He just knew something bad was going to happen because of this.

"I think that this has been enough talk," Bellatrix sneered as she tightened her grip on Harry. "Let's be off, shall we? Parkinson, do whatever you want with my lovely nephew there."

"I plan on it, Bella," Parkinson sneered as Bellatrix ran off with Harry. Sirius was the first to chace after her, but Remus stayed behind, staring at Parkinson intently, who sneered.

"You think you stand a chance against me, werewolf?"

No one seemed to take into account, of the bright, full moon looming over the castle. No one but Remus, that is.

Harry wasn't as scared as he was angry. He couldn't do anything because she had him in such a tight grip, and he hated that. He wanted to punch her, kick her, something!

He heard footsteps running behind them, and almost expected to see Draco running after them. He paled when he saw it was Sirius. But then where...

Looking out a nearby window as they passed one, Harry's eyes widened. It was the full moon.

"Sirius, you idiot!" Harry called to him, as they were a bit of a distance away from each other. "Go back to Remus!"

"No! That bitch is going to pay for taking you!" Sirius snarled as he followed them, and Bellatrix cackled as she listened intently.

"You're an idiot, you know that?!" Harry said. While he knew he was being slightly hurtful towards his godfather who was only trying to help him, he knew Remus needed Sirius more than anything right now. "It's the full moon tonight, you dolt!"

This seemed to make Sirius stop in his tracks, and paled. He seemed to look at Harry for but a moment, as if trying to silently reassure him with his eyes that everything would be alright. Somehow, Harry doubted him in the end. Sirius took off back towards Remus, and Bellatrix cackled.

"It looks like he cares more for the werewolf than his own Godson," Bellatrix spoke up after a moment. Harry stared at her, or rather, glared at her.

"He loves all of us equally," Harry defended his Godfather. "He's not like the rest of you and the Blacks."

"Of course he's not," Bellatrix said as they approached an abandoned classroom. She dropped Harry hard on the floor. "He could of done so much better if he had been in Slytherin while we were in school. But no, he got sorted into bloody Gryffindor and became friends with Potter!" she hissed. "I could list the mistakes he made, but that would take the time out of torturing you and I want to have a little bit of fun before your demise."

Draco felt like an idiot. He really did. All he did was watch while Harry got taken away. Sirius had been the only one to try and save him, but he came back for Remus. Now Harry was alone with that bitch, and Draco felt like an idiot.

He wasn't held captive anymore. Werwolf Remus had taken over, and surprised Parkinson by going after him. Parkinson had reluctantly let go of Draco to defend himself, and Sirius was taking care of Draco, while watching the battle worriedly. He'd go in and protect Remus if need be, but the werewolf seemed to be doing just fine on his own. He had Parkinson disarmed, and the two were pretty much wrestling on the ground.

"Harry..." Draco said sadly as he stared at the ground. "I'm so stupid...I should've done....something."

"Don't blame yourself," Sirius spoke up, making Draco look up at Harry's godfather. "What could you have done? While you might have been able to save Harry, you were guaranteed a quick and painless death with that wand pointed at your back. He could've thrown the curse the minute you backed away, and then what help would you be to Harry?"

Draco's gaze drifted back down towards the ground, frowning. "I...I guess. I still feel like I should've done something."

"I know," Sirius said softly. "It was like he didn't want me to save him. He was angry and yelling at me to get back to Remus because of the full moon."

"He knew Remus needed you," Draco said softly. "Harry's strong and can take care of himself. Remus needs you tonight."

"Yes," Sirius said softly as he watched the fight go on. He heard a crunch, making both Draco and Sirius flinch, knowing that meant a bone had been broken, and from the yelp, it sounded like Remus.

"How in the bloody hell was he able to do that?" Draco asked in amazement. "I thought that werewolves had powers wizards didn't, like super strength or something."

"...I think you've been reading into too many muggle comics," Sirius joked, and Draco scowled. "Fine, fine. Yes, werewolves do have a sort of super strength, but if someone gets it at the right moment, like a lucky punch sort of thing, they can seriously hurt a werewolf."

"I see," Draco replied with the slightest of interest as he watched the fight go on, all the while worried for Harry.

After about another ten minutes, Moony the werewolf stood, left arm not at a right angle, Parkinson on the ground, bloodied and unconscious. He seemed to stare at Sirius and Draco for a moment, as if registering them in his mind.

Sirius took a step forward, and Draco tensed, the werewolf stood tall and straight, though when Sirius reached out a hand to pet the werewolf's fur, he sighed silently when the werewolf let out a small whine.

"Hey there Moony, are you alright?" Sirius asked quietly, though the werewolf just stared at him. "Let's go find Harry now, alright?"

At the mention of one of his cubs, the werewolf's ears perked up and he looked expectantly at Sirius, who chuckled softly before turning to Draco.

"C'mon," he gestured for Draco to follow. "We're going to find Harry, and kick some Bellatrix ass."

If they weren't in such a serious (no pun intended) situation, Draco would of laughed. But he merely shook his head and followed them.

There was no sign of Harry or Bellatrix at all. As they headed further down the castle, it was like it had been abandoned. People had left their portraits, and even some of the Professors that should of been occupied in their rooms were gone. Perhaps they had gone home for the holidays or were trying their best to defend the school. Either way, it was eerily silent.

That is, until, the four heard a scream that made their blood run cold, followed by a familiar burst of laughter.

"Harry!" Draco yelled as he ran towards the source of the sounds.

"Draco, wait!" Sirius called, but the blond was already too far ahead. Sirius sighed and looked towards Moony.

"They're perfect for each other, wouldn't you agree Moony? Both hard headed."

Moony let out a soft whine, and Sirius nuzzled the side of his face affectionately. "Do you think we should wait until Draco has found Harry or do you think they need help?"

The werewolf looked at Sirius with what he assumed was a dumbfouned look, silently asking 'Are you crazy?'

Sirius laughed. "Alright, alright! We're going now."

"Harry!" Draco kept calling, but got no response, just another scream that made his heart fall.

Finding that it was coming close from one of the classrooms, he stalked over to it and tried to open the door.

Locked.

"Shit!" Draco exclaimed, taking out his wand. "Hang on, Harry! I'm almost there!"

"Alohamora!" he tried. Nothing. He cursed again, and tried a few more complicated spells. He sighed when the final one worked, and the door clicked open.

Oddly, when he opened it, the sounds seemed to die off and it went quiet. He hoped that didn't mean...

Draco ran. He didn't care where his feet took him, as long as they took him to Harry.

What he saw, wasn't what he expected at all.

"H-Harry..." Draco paled, collapsing on the ground next to the scared teen, who scooted away. Draco frowned.

Harry was bleeding. Everywhere. There was a pool of blood all around him, and it was darkening quickly. His left arm was twisted at an odd angle, but what surprised Draco the most was he saw Harry clutching his bleeding his stomach. He saw the tears in those beautiful emerald eyes, and knew something was dreadfully wrong.

"Harry, what's wrong with your stomach?" Draco asked worriedly, inching closer, feeling hurt whenever Harry pulled away in the slightest.

He hiccuped. Bellatrix seemed to be gone for now, though there was no doubt that she would return. "I-I'm sorry Dray....it's gone...i-it's gone."

"Shush," Draco whispered softly as he took a crying Harry into his arms, though noticed he winced in pain when he gently touched his stomach. "What are you sorry for? What's gone?"

"O-Our b-baby, Dray," Harry whispered tearfully.

Draco tensed. He hadn't just heard correctly, had he? Harry said...

"Our...b-baby? Y-You...you were pregnant?"

Harry nodded, and looked up at Draco with tears straming down his face, emerald eyes shining.

"I'm sorry, Dray," he repeated. "....Our baby's gone."

*cackles like Bellatrix* You all just love me now, don't you? Not. At least I didn't kill any of the main characters...yet. Mwahaha!