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Destiny Calls
Chapter Number/Total: 26/32
Chapter Title: Destiny Calls
Words: 2674 Words
It was Harry's turn to wash their clothes again, an easy task that took a few hours at most. Mark had taken Draco to the Culinary Arts Institute, to register for classes, so Harry was alone. Normally he was okay with this, but something felt off today. He had no idea why or what it was and no matter how hard he thought about it, nothing came to mind. He sighed, and brushed it off telling himself it was nothing important.
Harry moved back to sit down in one of the hard plastic chairs and pulled out his mobile and dialled Draco's number. He wanted to hear how the registration had gone, but more importantly, he wanted to hear his voice. The phone rang and rang, eventually going to Draco's voicemail. Harry frowned and hung up, biting his lip nervously. He had to tell himself Draco was just busy, or that he had left the phone at home like he did sometimes.
A woman came into the Laundromat. The first thing Harry noticed was that she wasn't carrying any laundry. The second, was that she was looking directly at him. Harry didn't pay her any close attention until she actually walked up to him. He looked up, one eyebrow raised in question. She looked to be in her late twenties, pretty with blue eyes and brown hair. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with a local radio station logo on it.
She held out her hand. "Harlan Pearce, I am Mary Davis," she said.
Harry cautiously stared at her hand before taking it. "How do you know me?" he asked, definitely not remembering having ever seen the woman before.
She held onto his hand as she bent forward and dropped her voice. "Mr Potter, I am here to help you. I need you to come with me right away."
Harry's eyes narrowed as he pulled his hand away. She knew his real name, and that could only mean they were finally found. "I'm not going anywhere," he said in reply, looking around her for a way out.
She glanced around, looking worried. "I am with M.A.N.A. and I am here to get you to safety. They have found you."
"Mana?" Harry still wasn't sure of the woman, but he stood up, forgetting about the clothes he still had in the dryers. "Why should I believe you? How do I know this isn't all a trap?"
"I will explain when we are away from here. You can't go back to your apartment, the ones looking for you have already been there," she whispered, tugging on his hand. "If I were one of them, I wouldn't be explaining this. I would have already attacked you."
Harry's eyes widened then, beginning to believe her. "Where's Draco?" he asked, remembering that nagging feeling he had earlier.
She frowned. "They intercepted your companion at your apartment," she said, voice more urgent. "Really, Mr Potter, we must leave now. They could find you here any minute."
Harry gritted his teeth and nodded. "We have to find him," he said urgently, his heart beating faster as he thought of where Draco could be.
Davis led him to a car that was waiting at the curb. An older man was sitting behind the wheel, and she opened the back door and gestured for Harry to get in.
"Explain to me exactly what is going on," Harry said as he got into the car, eyeing the man behind the wheel. "And where you're taking me. Now."
She climbed in after him and the man behind the wheel pulled the car into traffic, heading away from Harry's neighbourhood. "Like I said before my name is Mary Davis, Mr. Potter," she explained, "and that," she pointed to the driver, "is Ambrose Shelton. I am an agent with M.A.N.A., the Magical Association of North America. It’s the governing organisation for magical folk in this part of the world. Ambrose is from your country and is part of the resistance to the current magical government there."
"Are you taking me to where Draco is?" Harry asked, unable to think of anything else just yet.
Shelton snorted and Davis frowned. "Your companion has already been taken by the Death Eaters," she explained.
"You told me that, but you still haven't told me where you are taking me!" Harry said, looking both frustrated and afraid. "We're wasting time if we aren't going to where he is now."
"I can't do that," she said as they pulled up beside a warehouse. "Let's get inside and I will tell you what I can."
"I don't see why not," Harry huffed, quickly shifting over and getting out of the car, slamming the door. He walked up to the warehouse, scowling. He wanted answers now. Harry felt his magic flare and took a deep breath to keep it under control.
Shelton frowned at Harry but Davis just shook her head. She looked around quickly to make sure she wasn't being watched and then withdrew a wand, casting a silent spell on the locked door. It swung open and she gestured for Harry and Shelton to get inside.
Harry swiftly walked inside not even bothering to glance around at the place. "Will you tell me what I want to know now?"
Davis turned and both manually and magically sealed the door behind them.
Shelton was opening another door, which led into what was an old office. There was a motley assortment of chairs. "In here," the big man said.
Harry walked inside with an exasperated sigh, taking one of the seats. He looked expectantly up at the other two. There shouldn't have been anything else holding them back now.
Shelton closed the door and leant against it, while Davis took a seat next to Harry. "The Death Eaters have found where you have been living," she said. "Apparently, someone reported seeing a drawing of you and Mr Malfoy at an art show."
Harry ran a hand through his hair, slowly beginning to understand. "There was only one drawing ..."
"And your scar was in it. Not to mention that the two of you are pretty distinctive looking," Davis answered. Shelton huffed. She shot him a look but turned back to Harry. "They know your names here and have already moved on your apartment."
"So they know everything," Harry stated. All of this work, an entire year of quiet normalcy and now it was all over.
The other two exchanged unhappy looks again. "And they have already taken Malfoy and that Muggle friend of yours," Shelton said.
Harry's eyes widened. Not just Draco, but Mark too. "Then what am I doing here? I need to … I need to get them!" He moved to get up, frantic.
Ambrose shook his head. "Are you going to kill the Dark Lord or just run in there and get yourself killed?" he drawled in an English accent.
Harry fell back in the chair, thinking that over himself. “Kill him, finally," he replied.
"Then I will help," Shelton said. "They took Malfoy and the Muggle to England. It's a trap, of course, so if you want our help, we have to have a plan."
"We'll be wasting time thinking about a plan. If it's a trap, then the only way for me to even save Draco and Mark is to go there and face him," Harry said firmly looking at both of them.
"The boy doesn't even have a wand," Shelton sneered, addressing the woman instead of Harry.
Harry glanced at him sharply, feeling his magic crackle through the air. "Don't need one," he said.
Davis’s eyes widened. Shelton's scowl deepened. "I broke my cover to bring you in and save your arse, so you better be worth it," he growled at Harry.
"Shelton," Mary scolded.
"This coward ran and left everyone in England to deal with that madman while he set up house-keeping with one of the enemy," Ambrose answered her.
"You don't even know the entire story," Harry snapped, shaking his head. But when he said it like that, Harry did feel guilty. Like there was so much he should've been doing in England, but he was here.
"My family and a lot of other families are dead," Shelton continued, "so if I risk my neck to take you back there, you’d better have a way to end this."
"I'm sorry," Harry said softly, looking down at his lap. It was his fault, it was. He was supposed to kill Voldemort but he had run away instead. He took a deep breath and then lifted his chin, looking at Shelton. "And I will end it."
Davis nodded. "We have Portkeys arranged that can take you back to England," she explained. "Ambrose was working undercover with the Death Eaters here in America. He can take you directly to You-Know-Who."
Harry was about to reply when suddenly he couldn't breathe. He choked on his words and reached up to claw at his throat, just as the feeling disappeared. He gasped for air, only to be choked again by an invisible obstruction.
Both Davis and Shelton drew their wands and looked about. "What is it?" Mary asked.
Harry coughed once he was able to breathe again, bending over in his seat. "Someone's ..." Every time he tried to get the words out he would choke again, his face turning red from the exertion. "... hurting Draco!" he finally managed to gasp.
"What can we do?" Davis asked.
Harry coughed again, shaking his head as tears sprang to his eyes. He knew what they were doing to Draco and it hurt to know that he was here and Draco was all the way in England having to endure this. And what about Mark? "Take me to him ..." He coughed again, the tears slipping out of his eyes.
"And how will you kill him?" Shelton insisted, stepping closer and looking down at Harry.
Harry continued to rub at his throat. "The Killing Curse," he gasped, wincing as he closed his eyes.
Shelton seemed to study Harry for a minute. "I will take you," he said. "But you fail and I die too. Do you understand what I am risking here?"
"Just take me there, please," Harry whispered, as if his voice had gone hoarse like Draco's must've been right about now.
***
Draco lost count of the number of times they used his mouth. Come and blood trickled down his chin and he could feel his lips were swollen. After the last one, he had ended up vomiting on the floor.
"Oh, Malfoy, we are just getting started," someone sneered. Draco was on his hands and knees, trying to get control of his stomach again when someone grabbed his hair and dragged him to his feet.
Mark was visibly shaking as he was forced to listen to Draco being violated repeatedly, flinching with every single one of his lover’s groans. He still couldn't look up - couldn't watch - so he kept his face pressed into his knees, wishing this was all some kind of twisted dream.
Macnair dragged Draco over to the stone slab and forced him facedown and bent over one end of it. Draco tried to struggle but several others stepped forward and snapped the shackles in place. In his mind, he tried to remind himself that the longer he stayed alive, the better chance Harry had. Yet, part of him was screaming that he would rather be dead than this.
Mark made the mistake of looking up then, gasping as his eyes went wide at what he saw. "Draco," he called to his lover, feeling his lips tremble.
"Aww, the poor Muggle feels left out," one of the Death Eaters sneered.
Mark felt hands on him, dragging him to stand up and ripping his clothes off as well. "Don't fucking touch me!" Mark yelled. He tried to fight them, continuing to scream at them as they stripped him.
Draco closed his eyes, unable to help and unwilling to watch. Behind him a voice growled, "I always wanted to do this." Realising what was happening, Draco began to struggle as well, screaming "No" over and over again even as Macnair pinned him against the altar and then shoved roughly inside him.
They dragged Mark over to the slab as well and chained him to the other side, so he was facing Draco. Mark stumbled and tried to dig his heels into the ground, but it didn't help at all. The stone of the slab was icy cold under his overheated skin, another full body shudder going through him when he heard and saw Draco being raped. He was probably next.
Draco writhed under the assault, thrown back into memory as much as the present. He was screaming incoherently and unaware of Mark in front of him. Someone was laughing and for a minute he was confused, thinking it was his father.
Mark felt a searing pain across his back and looked over his shoulder to see the Whip Spell land a second blow. He could only writhe in place and cry out, tears immediately spilling out of his eyes as he began to sob loudly. It was horrible, though whatever they did before had been worse.
The other man's screams seemed to reach a part of Draco and he opened his eyes, looking up at Mark. "Hold on," he whispered hoarsely as Macnair shoved into him again and he shuddered in pain and revulsion. Stay alive for Harry, he will come for us. Draco found he had to believe that.
Mark could only sob, shaking his head before pressing his cheek against the stone.
Macnair groaned, coming then. He laughed and stepped back, only to be replaced by another one. Draco found he could just reach Mark's hand, bound near his own. He gripped his lover's hand as another man began raping him and the whip fell across Mark's back again.
Mark weakly squeezed Draco's hand, arching out of instinct now as he felt the whip again. He knew his back was cut open and raw.
***
"We can't do it in one jump," Shelton was explaining, "so I have a second Portkey for when we reach the East Coast that will take us to England. From there, I take you as my prisoner into His mansion."
"Like ... like you found me?" Harry asked swallowing against his now sore throat.
"Yes," Ambrose said and pushed the sleeve of his left arm up, showing Harry the Dark Mark there.
Harry didn't need to look, only nodding since most of his thoughts were on Draco and why he needed to get to him.
"So what will you do?" Ambrose asked. "Even the two of us can't kill them all."
"I'll just go for Voldemort," Harry said, nodding to himself. "I'll kill him first ... or maybe I should kill whoever is hurting Draco ..." Harry was wincing again, his hands balling up.
"You can kill without a wand? You are sure?" Shelton sounded sceptical.
Harry reached out to grip the chair behind him as he bent over more, crying out as he now felt Draco’s rape. More tears welled up in his eyes. "I have ... never tried it ... but I know I can ....that it will work ..."
"What is wrong with you?" Shelton snapped, clearly having doubts.
"They're ... they're hurting him," Harry said, covering his face. He knew the longer he waited the more time they wasted, so he had to concentrate, but it was difficult.
"Hurting who? How can you tell?" Davis asked.
"Any pain ... Draco feels ... I feel," Harry tried to explain, shuddering as he took a deep breath.
"Your boyfriend?" Davis asked, looking confused.
"Lucius Malfoy's son, a Death Eater, he disappeared with Potter," Shelton said. "Potter was bound to him by an Enslavement Spell. Which means if they kill him, you die too, doesn’t it?"
"Yes, can we leave now?" Harry managed to say, struggling to stand up.
"If you can stand," Shelton answered and then picked up an old shoe and handed it to Harry. Shelton held on to one end with his left hand and raised his wand in his right.
Harry gripped it tightly, still jerking whenever he felt Draco's pain.
"Mary," Shelton said, smiling for the first time since Harry had met the two. "Thanks. And you know who to send messages to, have them meet us as soon as they can. We will need the help." Then he held his wand up and activated the Portkey. Harry felt that horrible tug as he was pulled across the continent.
Harry gripped the shoe for dear life when he was tugged, knowing this would bring him closer to finding Draco and Mark, and finally killing Voldemort.
Chapter Title: Destiny Calls
Words: 2674 Words
It was Harry's turn to wash their clothes again, an easy task that took a few hours at most. Mark had taken Draco to the Culinary Arts Institute, to register for classes, so Harry was alone. Normally he was okay with this, but something felt off today. He had no idea why or what it was and no matter how hard he thought about it, nothing came to mind. He sighed, and brushed it off telling himself it was nothing important.
Harry moved back to sit down in one of the hard plastic chairs and pulled out his mobile and dialled Draco's number. He wanted to hear how the registration had gone, but more importantly, he wanted to hear his voice. The phone rang and rang, eventually going to Draco's voicemail. Harry frowned and hung up, biting his lip nervously. He had to tell himself Draco was just busy, or that he had left the phone at home like he did sometimes.
A woman came into the Laundromat. The first thing Harry noticed was that she wasn't carrying any laundry. The second, was that she was looking directly at him. Harry didn't pay her any close attention until she actually walked up to him. He looked up, one eyebrow raised in question. She looked to be in her late twenties, pretty with blue eyes and brown hair. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with a local radio station logo on it.
She held out her hand. "Harlan Pearce, I am Mary Davis," she said.
Harry cautiously stared at her hand before taking it. "How do you know me?" he asked, definitely not remembering having ever seen the woman before.
She held onto his hand as she bent forward and dropped her voice. "Mr Potter, I am here to help you. I need you to come with me right away."
Harry's eyes narrowed as he pulled his hand away. She knew his real name, and that could only mean they were finally found. "I'm not going anywhere," he said in reply, looking around her for a way out.
She glanced around, looking worried. "I am with M.A.N.A. and I am here to get you to safety. They have found you."
"Mana?" Harry still wasn't sure of the woman, but he stood up, forgetting about the clothes he still had in the dryers. "Why should I believe you? How do I know this isn't all a trap?"
"I will explain when we are away from here. You can't go back to your apartment, the ones looking for you have already been there," she whispered, tugging on his hand. "If I were one of them, I wouldn't be explaining this. I would have already attacked you."
Harry's eyes widened then, beginning to believe her. "Where's Draco?" he asked, remembering that nagging feeling he had earlier.
She frowned. "They intercepted your companion at your apartment," she said, voice more urgent. "Really, Mr Potter, we must leave now. They could find you here any minute."
Harry gritted his teeth and nodded. "We have to find him," he said urgently, his heart beating faster as he thought of where Draco could be.
Davis led him to a car that was waiting at the curb. An older man was sitting behind the wheel, and she opened the back door and gestured for Harry to get in.
"Explain to me exactly what is going on," Harry said as he got into the car, eyeing the man behind the wheel. "And where you're taking me. Now."
She climbed in after him and the man behind the wheel pulled the car into traffic, heading away from Harry's neighbourhood. "Like I said before my name is Mary Davis, Mr. Potter," she explained, "and that," she pointed to the driver, "is Ambrose Shelton. I am an agent with M.A.N.A., the Magical Association of North America. It’s the governing organisation for magical folk in this part of the world. Ambrose is from your country and is part of the resistance to the current magical government there."
"Are you taking me to where Draco is?" Harry asked, unable to think of anything else just yet.
Shelton snorted and Davis frowned. "Your companion has already been taken by the Death Eaters," she explained.
"You told me that, but you still haven't told me where you are taking me!" Harry said, looking both frustrated and afraid. "We're wasting time if we aren't going to where he is now."
"I can't do that," she said as they pulled up beside a warehouse. "Let's get inside and I will tell you what I can."
"I don't see why not," Harry huffed, quickly shifting over and getting out of the car, slamming the door. He walked up to the warehouse, scowling. He wanted answers now. Harry felt his magic flare and took a deep breath to keep it under control.
Shelton frowned at Harry but Davis just shook her head. She looked around quickly to make sure she wasn't being watched and then withdrew a wand, casting a silent spell on the locked door. It swung open and she gestured for Harry and Shelton to get inside.
Harry swiftly walked inside not even bothering to glance around at the place. "Will you tell me what I want to know now?"
Davis turned and both manually and magically sealed the door behind them.
Shelton was opening another door, which led into what was an old office. There was a motley assortment of chairs. "In here," the big man said.
Harry walked inside with an exasperated sigh, taking one of the seats. He looked expectantly up at the other two. There shouldn't have been anything else holding them back now.
Shelton closed the door and leant against it, while Davis took a seat next to Harry. "The Death Eaters have found where you have been living," she said. "Apparently, someone reported seeing a drawing of you and Mr Malfoy at an art show."
Harry ran a hand through his hair, slowly beginning to understand. "There was only one drawing ..."
"And your scar was in it. Not to mention that the two of you are pretty distinctive looking," Davis answered. Shelton huffed. She shot him a look but turned back to Harry. "They know your names here and have already moved on your apartment."
"So they know everything," Harry stated. All of this work, an entire year of quiet normalcy and now it was all over.
The other two exchanged unhappy looks again. "And they have already taken Malfoy and that Muggle friend of yours," Shelton said.
Harry's eyes widened. Not just Draco, but Mark too. "Then what am I doing here? I need to … I need to get them!" He moved to get up, frantic.
Ambrose shook his head. "Are you going to kill the Dark Lord or just run in there and get yourself killed?" he drawled in an English accent.
Harry fell back in the chair, thinking that over himself. “Kill him, finally," he replied.
"Then I will help," Shelton said. "They took Malfoy and the Muggle to England. It's a trap, of course, so if you want our help, we have to have a plan."
"We'll be wasting time thinking about a plan. If it's a trap, then the only way for me to even save Draco and Mark is to go there and face him," Harry said firmly looking at both of them.
"The boy doesn't even have a wand," Shelton sneered, addressing the woman instead of Harry.
Harry glanced at him sharply, feeling his magic crackle through the air. "Don't need one," he said.
Davis’s eyes widened. Shelton's scowl deepened. "I broke my cover to bring you in and save your arse, so you better be worth it," he growled at Harry.
"Shelton," Mary scolded.
"This coward ran and left everyone in England to deal with that madman while he set up house-keeping with one of the enemy," Ambrose answered her.
"You don't even know the entire story," Harry snapped, shaking his head. But when he said it like that, Harry did feel guilty. Like there was so much he should've been doing in England, but he was here.
"My family and a lot of other families are dead," Shelton continued, "so if I risk my neck to take you back there, you’d better have a way to end this."
"I'm sorry," Harry said softly, looking down at his lap. It was his fault, it was. He was supposed to kill Voldemort but he had run away instead. He took a deep breath and then lifted his chin, looking at Shelton. "And I will end it."
Davis nodded. "We have Portkeys arranged that can take you back to England," she explained. "Ambrose was working undercover with the Death Eaters here in America. He can take you directly to You-Know-Who."
Harry was about to reply when suddenly he couldn't breathe. He choked on his words and reached up to claw at his throat, just as the feeling disappeared. He gasped for air, only to be choked again by an invisible obstruction.
Both Davis and Shelton drew their wands and looked about. "What is it?" Mary asked.
Harry coughed once he was able to breathe again, bending over in his seat. "Someone's ..." Every time he tried to get the words out he would choke again, his face turning red from the exertion. "... hurting Draco!" he finally managed to gasp.
"What can we do?" Davis asked.
Harry coughed again, shaking his head as tears sprang to his eyes. He knew what they were doing to Draco and it hurt to know that he was here and Draco was all the way in England having to endure this. And what about Mark? "Take me to him ..." He coughed again, the tears slipping out of his eyes.
"And how will you kill him?" Shelton insisted, stepping closer and looking down at Harry.
Harry continued to rub at his throat. "The Killing Curse," he gasped, wincing as he closed his eyes.
Shelton seemed to study Harry for a minute. "I will take you," he said. "But you fail and I die too. Do you understand what I am risking here?"
"Just take me there, please," Harry whispered, as if his voice had gone hoarse like Draco's must've been right about now.
***
Draco lost count of the number of times they used his mouth. Come and blood trickled down his chin and he could feel his lips were swollen. After the last one, he had ended up vomiting on the floor.
"Oh, Malfoy, we are just getting started," someone sneered. Draco was on his hands and knees, trying to get control of his stomach again when someone grabbed his hair and dragged him to his feet.
Mark was visibly shaking as he was forced to listen to Draco being violated repeatedly, flinching with every single one of his lover’s groans. He still couldn't look up - couldn't watch - so he kept his face pressed into his knees, wishing this was all some kind of twisted dream.
Macnair dragged Draco over to the stone slab and forced him facedown and bent over one end of it. Draco tried to struggle but several others stepped forward and snapped the shackles in place. In his mind, he tried to remind himself that the longer he stayed alive, the better chance Harry had. Yet, part of him was screaming that he would rather be dead than this.
Mark made the mistake of looking up then, gasping as his eyes went wide at what he saw. "Draco," he called to his lover, feeling his lips tremble.
"Aww, the poor Muggle feels left out," one of the Death Eaters sneered.
Mark felt hands on him, dragging him to stand up and ripping his clothes off as well. "Don't fucking touch me!" Mark yelled. He tried to fight them, continuing to scream at them as they stripped him.
Draco closed his eyes, unable to help and unwilling to watch. Behind him a voice growled, "I always wanted to do this." Realising what was happening, Draco began to struggle as well, screaming "No" over and over again even as Macnair pinned him against the altar and then shoved roughly inside him.
They dragged Mark over to the slab as well and chained him to the other side, so he was facing Draco. Mark stumbled and tried to dig his heels into the ground, but it didn't help at all. The stone of the slab was icy cold under his overheated skin, another full body shudder going through him when he heard and saw Draco being raped. He was probably next.
Draco writhed under the assault, thrown back into memory as much as the present. He was screaming incoherently and unaware of Mark in front of him. Someone was laughing and for a minute he was confused, thinking it was his father.
Mark felt a searing pain across his back and looked over his shoulder to see the Whip Spell land a second blow. He could only writhe in place and cry out, tears immediately spilling out of his eyes as he began to sob loudly. It was horrible, though whatever they did before had been worse.
The other man's screams seemed to reach a part of Draco and he opened his eyes, looking up at Mark. "Hold on," he whispered hoarsely as Macnair shoved into him again and he shuddered in pain and revulsion. Stay alive for Harry, he will come for us. Draco found he had to believe that.
Mark could only sob, shaking his head before pressing his cheek against the stone.
Macnair groaned, coming then. He laughed and stepped back, only to be replaced by another one. Draco found he could just reach Mark's hand, bound near his own. He gripped his lover's hand as another man began raping him and the whip fell across Mark's back again.
Mark weakly squeezed Draco's hand, arching out of instinct now as he felt the whip again. He knew his back was cut open and raw.
***
"We can't do it in one jump," Shelton was explaining, "so I have a second Portkey for when we reach the East Coast that will take us to England. From there, I take you as my prisoner into His mansion."
"Like ... like you found me?" Harry asked swallowing against his now sore throat.
"Yes," Ambrose said and pushed the sleeve of his left arm up, showing Harry the Dark Mark there.
Harry didn't need to look, only nodding since most of his thoughts were on Draco and why he needed to get to him.
"So what will you do?" Ambrose asked. "Even the two of us can't kill them all."
"I'll just go for Voldemort," Harry said, nodding to himself. "I'll kill him first ... or maybe I should kill whoever is hurting Draco ..." Harry was wincing again, his hands balling up.
"You can kill without a wand? You are sure?" Shelton sounded sceptical.
Harry reached out to grip the chair behind him as he bent over more, crying out as he now felt Draco’s rape. More tears welled up in his eyes. "I have ... never tried it ... but I know I can ....that it will work ..."
"What is wrong with you?" Shelton snapped, clearly having doubts.
"They're ... they're hurting him," Harry said, covering his face. He knew the longer he waited the more time they wasted, so he had to concentrate, but it was difficult.
"Hurting who? How can you tell?" Davis asked.
"Any pain ... Draco feels ... I feel," Harry tried to explain, shuddering as he took a deep breath.
"Your boyfriend?" Davis asked, looking confused.
"Lucius Malfoy's son, a Death Eater, he disappeared with Potter," Shelton said. "Potter was bound to him by an Enslavement Spell. Which means if they kill him, you die too, doesn’t it?"
"Yes, can we leave now?" Harry managed to say, struggling to stand up.
"If you can stand," Shelton answered and then picked up an old shoe and handed it to Harry. Shelton held on to one end with his left hand and raised his wand in his right.
Harry gripped it tightly, still jerking whenever he felt Draco's pain.
"Mary," Shelton said, smiling for the first time since Harry had met the two. "Thanks. And you know who to send messages to, have them meet us as soon as they can. We will need the help." Then he held his wand up and activated the Portkey. Harry felt that horrible tug as he was pulled across the continent.
Harry gripped the shoe for dear life when he was tugged, knowing this would bring him closer to finding Draco and Mark, and finally killing Voldemort.