23 March, Friday, 2320 GMT
The two grandparents smiled at the toddler, amazed at how Drew could still be up at this late hour. Lucius squeezed Narcissa's hand. She smiled back at him as she ruffled the brunette girl's hair as the small child flipped through the Muggle book.
They all sat on the plush rug in front of the desk in the main library in Malfoy Manor. Mr. Malfoy yawned as Mrs. Malfoy finished the story, "Goodnight noises everywhere. The end."
Drew clapped her hands as the story ended. "Again, again," Drew said as she yawned.
Mr. Malfoy kissed the little girl on the top of her head. He looked up at his wife.
"We've already read it twice, missy," Mrs. Malfoy said, smiling. "Night, night time."
"Aw," the little girl said, but knew she wouldn't be able to talk her grandparents out of it.
Mrs. Malfoy stood up. She pulled Drew into her arms as Mr. Malfoy stood up as well.
Narcissa canted her head at her husband. She felt strange; the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Then they both could sense it.
They both turned as several hooded figures popped in, wands yielded. Mr. Malfoy pulled his wife and their grandchild behind him to protect them. He drew his wand.
"Bloody hell," Lucius said as he faced their hooded attackers.
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"Stupefy!" Lucius yelled as he pointed his wand at the six Death Eaters. They were thrown off their pins. He turned to his wife, "Run!"
The witch was never very athletic, but this night she sped out of the library as quickly as possible. She held Drew close to her chest as she ran down the hall. Her husband was a few steps behind casting stunning spells to keep the Death Eaters at bay.
Drew didn't know what was happening, only that the situation was frightening. They headed to the main foyer. They both halted as two of the Death Eaters apparated in front of them. They turned as the rest of the Death Eaters blocked their return path.
"Expelliarmus!" Lucius yelled. He turned to his wife. "We need to reach the foyer."
"We have to get to the fireplace," Narcissa agreed.
Lucius turned to face the two that blocked their way. He ran at them tackling one to the ground, breaking his neck. Mrs. Malfoy followed his lead and entered the foyer. One of the hooded figures waved his wand hand in a sweeping motion. The older witch tripped, falling on her side, making sure to protect the youngster.
"Grandma," Drew cried as the witch clutched at her ankle.
"I'm alright, Drew," the witch said. She watched as her husband dueled with one of the hooded figures. 'Why had she left her wand in their bedroom?' she admonished herself.
"No!" she screamed as one of the Death Eaters disarmed her husband. She heard the Death Eater utter the torture curse. Her husband stumbled towards her. "Stop it!"
She hurled herself at the Death Eater who uttered the curse. They struggled. She grabbed his neck and twisted, his hood falling to his shoulders as he fell limp in her arms. She dropped to the floor, pushing the young Death Eater away.
"Grandma," Drew cried as she reached the old witch.
"Everything is going to be alright, Drew," she said as the young toddler grabbed onto the witch's shoulder.
Mr. Malfoy groaned as he looked up at his wife. He searched the floor for his wand. He held out his hand summoning it just as another Death Eater aimed his wand at his wife. Narcissa Malfoy pulled Drew behind her.
"NO!" he screamed as he heard the initial part of the killing curse. Lucius aimed his wand at his wife and cast Protego and his Patronus concurrently. The killing curse ricocheted back at the Death Eater.
The witch clutched at her granddaughter, making sure she was safe. Mr. Malfoy reached the two. He looked into her eyes. She nodded.
"We need to get to the fireplace," she said as he helped her up. The three Malfoys ran toward the fireplace but were soon lifted off their feet. Mrs. Malfoy's ankle ached.
Mr. Malfoy looked backwards at the head of St. Mungo's Potion Development Department. Theodore Nott raised his wand again. Mr. Malfoy struggled to his feet. He turned to his wife and nodded at the fireplace. She tried to get up but her ankle kept her on the floor. She looked at her husband; a tear ran down her cheek.
Nott uttered a slicing spell, "Sectumsempra!"
Mr. Malfoy wailed in pain as he fell near Drew. He grabbed at his forearm. The wound cut across the Dark Mark on the inside of his forearm. He saw bone. He almost heaved.
Drew looked straight at him. She cradled his forearm. A few moments later, the wound began to close. The platinum blonde grandfather's eyes grew wide. He watched his granddaughter become paler and paler.
The hospital associate and the two remaining Death Eaters moved quickly as they headed towards the Malfoys. Theodore Nott hit the older wizard across the face, causing the wizard to fall on his back, dazed.
"We have to go, Nott," James Candor, the former Pure-blood Ravenclaw hissed. "The Ministry aurors will be here any moment."
The Death Eaters threw the wands in their hands to the floor and grabbed for new wands from their robes. Anthony Heller, the former Half-blood Slytherin grabbed the child who didn't even struggle. Drew looked up at the blonde through half closed eyelids.
"No!" Mrs. Malfoy cried as she watched the Death Eaters disapparate.
She looked at her husband who was still trying to shake the cobwebs. He propped himself up on his elbow. "Drew," he said, numbly.
"They took her, Lu," Narcissa Malfoy cried.
Lucius sat up quickly. The witch looked down at his bleeding forearm. He pulled his wife into his arms as they heard several popping noises. A group of ten witches and wizards entered, their wands wielded.
Mr. Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief as Inspector Pansy Parkinson-Zabini stepped towards the older couple. "Are you two alright?" Pansy asked as she knelt in front of Mrs. Malfoy. She watched her wince as Pansy touched her ankle.
"They took Drew," Mrs. Malfoy said.
"Okay," Pansy said as she nodded at the others to canvas the manor to check for any other intruders. She turned back towards the older couple. "We need to get you two to St. Mungo's for treatment."
"No," the platinum blonde wizard said as he stood up unsteadily. Pansy grabbed a hold of his upper arm to steady him. The older wizard looked straight at her. "One of the Death Eaters was Theodore Nott. At this point, I don't think I can trust that place."
"Hogwarts," his wife interjected. "Madame Pomfrey and her team can be trusted."
The head auror nodded. "Okay," Pansy said. She looked at the other aurors. "Markgraff, help me get these two to Hogwarts."
"Yes ma'am," Thomas Markgraff, young Half-blood nodded as he took hold of the platinum blonde's shoulder, holding the wounded arm up against the wizard's chest. He followed his supervisor, who helped Mrs. Malfoy ambulate into the floo-networked connected fireplace.
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