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Draco stared after Aspin as she walked away. Where had I gone wrong? He wondered as he completely immobilized Macnair, before knocking him unconscious. His mind flashed back to the Great Battle.
A chaos of wizards and spells had erupted in the Great Hall. Faces flashed by him. All were bloody and fearful. Draco fired spell after spell as he tried ward off the Death Eaters from the Order members, professors and students. Although he was trying his best, there was just no way. for the whole time he had to dodge spells both of the Dark Lord's forces and McGonagal's army as they all saw Draco as the enemy.
Despite all this, all Draco could think of was the clever witch he loved so much. Suddenly, she was in front of him. "What the hell are you thinking Hermione?!" He screamed.
The scene changed.
Draco was watching the flicker of fear hit his father's eyes. "Avada Kedavra" Draco hissed. The fear left Lucius's eyes and he saw no more.
The scene changed.
"Ron, Draco's my fiancé and the father of my baby." Hermione was saying.
"You have to be kidding me!" Ron whispered. "After you kissed me in the hallway? I'm going to bloody kill you Malfoy!" Ron pulled out his wand extraordinarily fast and suddenly Draco was face to face with the Weasley. Pure hatred was in his eyes. Draco would have to be foolish not to know what would happen next.
"Ron don't you think you're being a bit irrational-" Hermione stopped suddenly realizing what Ron was about to do.
"Sectumsempra, Avada Kedavra!" Ron shrieked. Hermione dove in-front of the jets of red and green light right before they hit their target.
"No! Hermione!" Both Harry and Draco screamed. Draco watched as the love of his life collapsed, blood oozing out of magical wounds, her eyes glazed and...
"Snap out of it, kid." A gruff voice yanked Draco out of his memories. Draco was face to face with a youngish muscular man .
"Don't call me 'kid' ." Draco snapped, glaring at the man. They were almost the same height.
"Listen, kid, I've been working as an auror since before you were at school and-never mind. Potter sent me" He muttered uncertainly. "Just in case you had trouble with him. Obviously you didn't, but I'll have you know, I know the guards down at Azkaban and I could drop our little captive off for you if you'd like."
Initially, Draco nearly took him up on his offer, but something about him was odd, and as he looked at the man, his explanation made no sense. "No, I think I'd rather do it alone. What was your name again?"
The man narrowed his eyes. "I didn't say."
"Tell me now" Draco demanded.
"William" He replied. As he said so he shifted his gaze ever so slightly.
"William...?"
"None of your business!"
Draco drew his wand and pressed it against the man's throat. He then took the man's left arm, thrust the sleeve up and held into the sunlight. The Dark Mark on his forearm was fading, but clearly visible. "You better believe it's my business William Macnair! Stuplify!
The son of the Death Eater gasped and then fell unconscious beside his father. Draco roughly grabbed both of their arms and apparated to his least favorite place on Earth-Azkaban. The chill was instant. Despair and dread mixed with fear as the dementors swirled around him. In his ears he could hear Hermione screaming, begging him to save her. "Expecto Patronum" Draco growled. A feeble wisp of light poured out of his wand and went out. The dementors swooped closer.
"Expecto Patronum!" Draco barely heard the voice and yet the dementors were being propelled away, cowering from a patronus in the form of a stag.
Draco whirled around. "How many times to I have to say this? Believe it or not you don't always have to play the hero, Potter!"
Harry returned his accusation with a smirk, "I was actually here for other reasons besides saving your soul. You just happened to apparate in front of me and then the dementors decided to fly down. If it makes you feel better...I can't stand it, hearing the screams..." The smirk fell from his face and he closed his eyes for a minute before glancing at the unconscious men. "Two, Draco?" He said, changing the subject,
"This one," Draco said, lifting William up by the hair, "is Macnair's son. He claimed to work for you and that he was an auror since before we were at school. Lies. Every bit of it. He had done something to his face in hopes that I wouldn't recognize him, but I do. He was a Slytherin, one year ahead of us. He tried to trick me to rescue his father. Unfortunately for him, I was one step ahead of him."
"Hmmm, I didn't know Macnair had a son. They are two open prison cells one the first floor. Bring them there and I'll let you know when the trial is." Harry pulled out his wand, and raised it before adding, "Oh, and Malfoy, his doesn't mean you're an auror, so don't look so smug." With a pop, he apparated, and Draco was left alone with Harry's fading patronus.
Taking the warmth from the stag, Draco attempted another patronus and this time a weak wispy ferret tumbled out of his wand. It would do. Draoc grabbed the two men and dragged them toward the entrance of Azkaban where the guards of the gates lay waiting to take the captives to the cells.
Draco watched as the dementors took his prisoners, then glanced at his watch. It was 5 o'clock. He was supposed to meet Herm-Aspen in an hour. Draco whipped out his wand and apparated back to Italy, hoping to high heaven that he'd have time to wash the Azkaban grime off before he had to meet with the girl.
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