In the Eyes of the Enemy

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In the Eyes of the Enemy- Chapter Fourteen Escape

The next morning it was incredibly tense. Andrea Granger was against allowing Draco to have any part of the plan. Dumbledore explained numerous times “Draco is the only one that can take us to Malfoy Mansion. The house is unplottable, and only he knows where it is located.”

No matter how many times she was told, she always screamed back “I don’t like it. I don’t trust him. He could be leading us all into a trap.”

Dumbledore finally had no other choice. He took Andrea and Albert into Hermione’s room and said, “It’s not my place to tell you this, but the situation warrants it. Hermione is pregnant and that young man out there is the father.” Hermione’s parents both went white with shock, but Dumbledore continued, “as far as I know Hermione hasn’t even told him she’s pregnant. She has been trying to push him away for months, since she found out our little secret. When she was in London on a school trip she was attacked and the fact that she was expecting was the only thing that saved her life that night. You could say that young man has already saved our darling girl once, and Hermione loves him enough to want him in her life despite what she knows. Don’t you think we should do the same?”

Andrea asked in a small voice, “why didn’t she ever tell me? I’m her mother.”

Dumbledore smiled and said “Andrea dear I sometimes find myself terrified of you and I like to consider myself a formidable man.”

Albert asked, “When did all this happen? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Dumbledore frowned and replied, “From what I gather it happened at the beginning of the year before she knew about Lucius. Up until the attack she hadn’t even been aware she was expecting. She is old enough to make her own decisions about her future and I left it in her hands to decide what she wanted to do and who to tell. It was Madame Pomfrey who told me she never asked for the Aborto potion. I may be her grandfather but I’m also her headmaster and since she is of age I was not at liberty to divulge infoinformation she herself did not wish divulged. The only reason I am telling you now, is so that we can move forward from here. If we are not together on this Hermione will be lost. I have no doubt in my mind that they will harm her. The letter I was sent yesterday stated that they knew everything from her being pregnant to her being my granddaughter. Voldemort has no intention of trading her for either Harry or myself. That’s why it is even more important that we work togethe sav save her.”

Not another word was spoken about the matter, but when the three returned to the common room Andrea Granger’s eyes never left Draco: for the rest of the afternoon she gave him the same continuous icy stare.
Draco explained the passwords that protected the mansion and the various areas that could only be entered with a pureblooded Malfoy. The dungeons were one of these areas, and the most likely place his father would be keeping Hermione hostage. It was decided that the safest way in, would be for Draco to take Harry inside in what would appear to be a body bind. He would then give his father what would look like Harry’s wand, but would actually be a transfigured quill. The real wand would remain with Hawho who would strike at the opportune moment. The rest of the group would be waiting outside incase of an emergency.

It was decided so that they shouldn’t be spotted together. That they would leave the castle separately, in groups of two sporadically thought the day and floo to Wiltshire. After sundown they would meet at the west gate entrance of the town where Dumbledore would cloak them all in an invisibility spell so Draco would be able to lead them to the Mansions allowing them to pass unnoticed though the grounds. The risk of the spell ending abruptly while inside made it impossible for everyone to enter the mansion with Draco and Harry.
Everything went according to plan and just past nine o’clock the group was standing outside Malfoy Mansion waiting anxiously as Harry and Draco cautiously made there way inside.

As he expected, Draco found his father waiting in his in his office. Lucius Malfoy sat behind his desk surround volumes of books the likes of which even Hermione would have been impressed to see. Harry’s still body floated in next to Draco as he entered the office. Lucius cast a smile to his son who returned the smile of a job well done. Draco handed the transfigured wand to his father and said, “Our lord shouldn’t have any problems dispatching Potter this time.”

Lucius grinned at his son “You’ve done a fine job Draco. The Dark Lord will be very pleased with your work. I am less than pleased though, with your handling mudblood whore. I know your plan was to seduce her however.” Draco concentrated on not showing any emotion in front of his father in regards to Hermione, but at the mention of her being a whore he could feel is resistance weakening. His father continued, “You should have used protection and been more careful with your dalliances. Such filth is beneath our kind and not fit to bear our spawn even accidentally. We now have your half blood bastard child to eliminate before it can bring shame to our fine Malfoy name.”

Faster than Lucius could react Draco yelled “Stupefy” and followed with “Petrificus Totalus”

Harry quickly asked, “Malfoy what the hell are you doing that wasn’t the plan.”

Draco turned on Harry his eyes burning with pure fury “Screw the plan Potter I’m going to find Hermione you stay her and make sure he doesn’t go anywhere.”

Without looking back Draco reached under his fathers desk and pulled the lever that opened the hidden doorway to the dungeon.

The door burst open and a furious Draco ran toward Hermione wand pointed at her and yelled, “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”

Hermione glared at him and retorted “Who says it’s yours anyway maybe it’s Harry’s or anyone of a dozen boys at school.”

Draco’s temper was rising “You told my father the child was mine.”

Hermione shrugged “maybe I lied in order save myself.” Draco’s face turned rigid. Looking away Hermione tensed and replied, “you can’t prove anything.”

With that Draco lifted front of her dress robes causing Hermione to scream, and uttered the incantation “Monstrare Pater.” Hermione was horrified to see written across her abdomen the words ‘DRACO MALFOY’. Seeing these words Draco flash a grin at her. She could tell he was satisfied with himself by the way his piercing gray eyes danced before her at being shown the truth. This was all too much for her to handle, and Hermione’s world began to swim as she blacked out.

Within moments Draco was back in his fathers office carrying an unconscious Hermione. Having seen the flashes from Draco’s wand. The rest of the group had entered the house and were now waiting in a circle around Lucius. Dumbledore cast a shrinking charm on him and placed him in a special container he had brought with him. Hermione’s parents noticed Hermione in Draco’s arms in the corner of the room, and ran over to their child. Andrea asked, “What have you done to my daughter.”

Draco replied, “nothing yet.”

Andrea’s eye’s narrowed as she asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Draco had no fear of the women before him and said “it means Hermione has some explaining to do.”

Andrea bristled as she said “She doesn’t owe you any explanations, and you will stay away from my daughter if you know what’s good for you.”

Draco’s brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he said, “she’s having my child and weather she like it or not I will not stay away.”

It was that moment that Narcissa Malfoy entered the room and cried, “No Draco she’s a mudblood how could you.”

Draco didn’t spare his mother his wrath, “she’s not a mudblood and even if she were I wouldn’t give a damn. I love her.”

Narcissa moved to cross the room to reach her son but was stopped by Dumbledore who said “Narcissa dear you can come with me of your own free will ou cau can join your husband in the bottle I have here.

Seeing the still shrunken figure of her husband in the bottle she shrieked “LUCIUS” in an instant Dumbledore shrunk her and popped her in beside her husband.

Dumbledore turned to the group and said “we better get out of here before we have any more unexpected guests. The group hurriedly made its way back to Wiltshire, and from there, floo’d to the Hogs Head bar.

As each one, stepped through the fireplace, and into the Hogs End bar, they were caught unprepared, for the “stupefy” spell that hit them from behind. A figure under the cover of an invisibility cloak was picking them off one by one as death eaters held the patrons of the bar at bay. The bodies were then tossed back into the fireplace after a hooded figure hissed something undistinguishable into the flames. Before help was able to arrive they were all gone.

Hermione woke to find herself lying on the ground between Harry and Draco in a dark dank room. She could hear voiced in the next room, but everyone around her was still and silent. She was relieved, when checked Harry’s pulse, to find he was still alive.

A grin crept across Hermione’s face as she reached behind her back and felt her wand still securely hidden inside her corset. Not knowing how long it would be before someone came in the door. She pointed her wand at Harry and whispered, “Ennervate.”

Harry popped up and Hermione clamped her hand over his mouth before he could say anything. He looked around the room and nodded, as he understood the severity of the situation.

Hermione whispered in his ear, “what happened?”

Harry whispered back “I was hit with a ‘stupefy’ spell just as I came through the floo. The room looked like it was filled with death eaters. That was the last thing I saw. You were already unconscious so they must not have bother to stun you.” Harry reached down into his boot and grinned as he discovered his wand still tucked along the inside.

Hermione whispered, “Let’s get Dumbledore up maybe he has an idea about what we should do.”

Hermione crawled over to where the he was laying and quietly said “Ennervate.”

Dumbledore quietly sat up and made no move to speak he simple checked his robes before saying “they took my wand.”

Hermione pointed to Harry and quietly replied, “We had ours hidden. Should be wake the others?”

Dumbledore shock his head “No, I’m not sure how long we have until whoever’s outside the door comes in here. With only two wands between nine of us we don’t stand much of a chance. Our best hope is to pretend we are still stupefied and wait for an opportunity to present itself. I have a few tricks up my sleeve that I don’t need a wand for, but I’d prefer to save them until they can do the most good.”

The three resumed their sleep like positions on the floor and waited. A half an hour passed before a group of death es eas each pointed their wands at various members of the group and chanted “Mobilicorpus.” Silently the group was levitated through the halls of a dark decaying house. As the death eaters passed through the narrow hallways floorboards groaned under their feet and bits of plaster fell from the walls.

The bodies were laid out in a semi circle before Voldemort: Harry was to the left of Voldemort with Ginny, Ron, Griselda, Dumbledore in the center, followed by Albert, Andrea, Hermione and Draco on his right. Voldemort was pleased to see the display before him. His greatest enemies lay helpless before his eyes. He would regain his full power and put an end to Dumbledore and his meddling family all in one swoop. First though he intended to deal with Lucius’s traitorous son Draco.

Voldemort pointed his wand at Draco as he chanted “Ennervate.” Draco leapt up from where he had been laying, noticing the unconscious semicircle before him and the circle of death eaters around him. His eyes finally settled on the hooded figure of Voldemort, whose red catlike eyes were staring back at him.

Voldemort’s snakelike voice hissed “Draco Malfoy you stand before me as a traitor to your master. You put the love of a whore before your loyalty to me.”

Draco’s piercing gray eyes stared directly back at Voldemort as he said, “and I’d do it all over again. I serve no ma but but myself.” Voldemort pointed at the empty space beside him, which suddenly shifted.

An angry Lucius threw off his invisibility cloak and sprinted at his son, wand extended and shouting “Crucio.”

Draco’s eyes widened as he mouthed the words “how” at the sight of his father, as the curse hit struck he fell to his knees as the pain coursed through his body.

Lucius laughed at the sight of his son before him and continued, “It wasn’t me you attacked in my office it was Wormtail. It was a test boy and you failed. Now you dare to defy the master, he’s the only one who can offeu fou forgiveness for what you’ve done. You’ve allied yourself with this worthless lot and shall perish with them. Your not fit to bear the Malfoy name.” Lucius laughed again as he stopped the curse on his son. “Now I think its time for your little whore to feel some pain for ruining my heir. I may not be able to kill her yet because of the child, but that doesn’t mean she t bet be driven mad with pain.”

Just as the curse left his fathers lips Draco used every last ounce of his strength to throw his body over Hermione and shield her from the blow.

Hermione couldn’t bear it any longer; no matter how upset she was with him, Draco didn’t deserve this. He was trying to save her and she needed to do the same for him. She tightly gripped her wand and shouted “Stupefy” at Lucius. The tall blonde fell in a heap to the floor.

Dumbledore knew it now now or never. His skin rippled as he grew and transformed into an Antipodean Opaleye; an iridescent, pearly-scaled dragon with glittering, multicolored eyes. Everyone in the room stood in shock of the sight before them. Dumbledore let out a bright red breath of fire aimed directly at Voldemort.

As Harry watched Voldemort’s body on fire and writhing before him, he decided if it was truly his destiny to end Voldemort’s life now was going to be the best shot he’d ever haHe gHe gripped his wand and with every ounce of his being he yelled “AVADA KEDAVRA.” A bright green light burst from the end of his wand, striking Voldemort squarely in the chest. The wriggling figure suddenly went ridged and allowed the fire to consume him.

Dumbledore turned and sent flames around the room as the silent death eaters stood paralyzed in fear. They were watching the flames consume their all-powerful master. Dumbledore then used his mighty claws to pull the corners of the rug, which the group was spread out on, closed. He tightly held the rug like a sack in his claws and beat his wings upwardurstursting through the top of the house, which was now engulfed in flames.