Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Like Hell
Chapter Number/Total: 38/49
Chapter Title: Like Hell
Words: 2916 Words
The whole world seemed to cease its orbit around the sun and time itself seemed to stand still for Harry. "What?" he asked, but no sound came out.
"He wasn't there," Ron said, not looking at Harry. "No one was. They were all gone. Only this was there." He held his hand out, holding something, but Harry wasn't interested in whatever it was. He didn't fucking care.
Hermione reached out a trembling hand and took whatever it was from Ron. She sucked in a quiet breath. "Surely this isn't ... ?" she asked.
"I don't bloody know," said Ron, voice cracking.
"Where is he?" Harry asked silently again, unable to find his voice. He could feel some sort of uncontrollable something building up inside him, and he was shaking like mad.
Hermione looked up from the brooch at Harry. Her eyes widened at the sight of him and she reached out a hand to him.
Harry was shaking so badly, he didn't think he would be able to move. It was like there was a war going on inside his body, but the side that was fighting for Harry to get up and do something, to save Draco, was winning.
Ron was staring at the floor, looking the very picture of defeat.
"Harry?" Hermione asked gently, fear evident in her voice.
“I can't stay here," Harry said suddenly, his voice finally returning. "I'm going."
Ron looked up at him. "No, you can't," he said.
Harry got quickly to his feet, finding that now that he had decided to do something, he didn't feel as helpless. He turned burning eyes on Ron. "Yes, I fucking can and if you try to stop me, I will hex you. I promise you that."
Ron's brows lowered into a kind of scared frown. "Harry, the baby. And if you're hurt, not only are you putting it in danger, you're putting us all in danger. You die, we all do."
Harry glared harder. Ron sounded far too much like Draco with that. "He told you to do this, didn't he?" he asked, voice dangerous.
Ron kept that same expression and didn't say anything, and that was all the answer Harry needed.
"Fuck both of you," he spat and Ron looked to the floor. "I don't have time for this," Harry said then. "I'm leaving. I'm going to check that place out for myself."
"Harry, there's nothing there," Ron said, looking up again. "You'll just waste time."
"You're going to let him go?" Hermione asked Ron shrilly.
"No one is letting me do anything," said Harry angrily. "And where else the fuck am I supposed to go?!"
"You didn't even look at what Ron brought back," Hermione said.
Harry rounded on her and snatched the thing out of her hands.
He looked down at it and furrowed his brow in confusion. It looked like Ravenclaw's brooch ... but there was no way ... "Where did you get this?" he asked Ron quickly.
"It was laying in the snow where Draco had been," Ron answered.
"Why would it be there?" Harry asked. "There's no way ...."
"Could someone have put it there?" asked Hermione.
Harry stood there, thinking. He felt like he was wasting time, but what else could he do? He didn't know where Draco was. "It couldn't have gotten there any other way," he said.
"But who would put it there? Draco didn't have it. It certainly didn't fall out of his pocket," said Hermione. "And what are the chances of something like that being there when it's exactly what we were going there to look for?"
Harry frowned and stared at the brooch in his hands. He knew it was not a Horcrux. He may not have had Draco's ability, but anyone could feel the power of a piece of Voldemort's soul. This was nothing but a brooch, probably not even really Ravenclaw's. "No one else knows about the Horcruxes," he said slowly.
They were all silent for a moment, but then, almost at the same exact time, they all widened their eyes.
"Snape," Hermione whispered.
"But I thought Snape was in the Order!" said Ron, eyes even wider.
"How else would it have fucking gotten there?!" asked Harry, anger burning through him. "Snape's the one who told us it was the brooch and Snape's the one who fucking told us that it was a good idea to go to Miller's Crossing! He knew we were going to be there!"
"You think he ...." said Hermione fearfully.
"Set us up!" Harry yelled, finishing her sentence. He was shaking with anger now.
Ron and Hermione were both silent for a moment, looking disbelieving.
"What do we do?" asked Hermione, voice quiet and frightened.
"I'm fucking going to Snape!" Harry yelled.
"You think he'll be there, mate?" asked Ron, sounding doubtful.
"What else am I supposed to do?!"
"Calm down, Harry," said Hermione quietly. "We'll never get to Draco if you don't."
Harry growled and closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths. "I'm going to the Hog's Head right now," he said once he'd opened his eyes again. "Are you two coming with me or not?"
Ron let out a quiet breath and seemed to decide that there was no use arguing with Harry. "Yes, I'm coming," he said.
Hermione looked between both men. She finally nodded.
"Then let's go," said Harry, and without another word, or even a warning to the other two, he Disapperated.
He appeared in front of the Hog's Head, knowing he was conspicuous with his Muggle clothes on, but he pulled the hood of his coat up anyway and strode to the front entrance of the pub. "Pull your hoods up," he said to Ron and Hermione when he heard the loud cracks from their Apparation. He didn't look back at them before he opened the door.
There was no time to be slow and cautious, and no point in the Muggle clothes anyway. He walked right over to the bar where Aberforth was standing, staring at them with wide eyes, although it was apparent he was trying to hide his shock.
"In the back," Harry said to him, insistence clear in his voice.
Aberforth turned quickly and headed into the room where he had spoken with Harry and Draco the first time they had come here.
Once the door was shut and locked with a Silencing Charm added, he turned to Harry. "What the devil are you doing here, boy?" he asked, sounding like he thought Harry was mad.
Harry probably did look mad right then with his crackling magic and fierce eyes. "I need you to take me to Snape," he said.
"What more could you need from him?" Aberforth asked, brows low. "Did you find another already?"
"No, but I need you to take me to him now. There isn't any time!" said Harry.
"What's happened?"
"I don't have time to explain!" Harry said angrily. "This is a life and death situation! Please take me to him!"
Aberforth frowned deeply at Harry and there was a flicker of fear in him. "He won't be expecting you this late at night. Do not be surprised if he is displeased."
Harry snorted strangely at that.
At that moment, Aberforth seemed to notice Draco missing and examined Ron and Hermione. "Where's ...?" but then his eyes widened.
"Please, now!" said Harry, desperation beginning to settle in.
Aberfoth reached out and took Harry's arm quickly and they were gone the next second.
Harry found himself once again in front of the huge rock in the forest and he watched as Aberforth quickly took out his wand and prodded it.
Snape usually took no longer than a minute, but two passed and he was still not there.
"He may be sleeping," said Aberforth, and Harry thought he hid his fear rather well, although it was nothing to what Draco could do. Harry's heart panged in his chest and panic stabbed at him.
Aberforth prodded the rock again and they waited three minutes this time.
Harry raised eyebrows and looked at him.
"I can't take another one in without Snape's permission, but I can go in alone. Wait here," said Aberforth and he Disapperated, leaving Harry in the snow.
Harry wrapped arms about himself and stared at the ground. Where was Draco? Who had him? Was this all Snape's idea? Harry knew he shouldn't have trusted the bastard. He closed his eyes, swaying back and forth and waiting.
Aberforth was back in minutes, but it had seemed like hours.
"He's not here," he said, sounding like he was confused about something.
Harry stared at him.
"He's not here, but he should be," Aberforth said. "He was not to be gone today."
"Are there any signs of a struggle?" Harry asked quickly.
Aberforth shook his head, frowning. "None at all," he said. "Looks completely fine."
Harry growled in anger and frustration. "I'm going back," he told the old man in front of him.
Aberforth turned his frown on Harry.
"I'm going back, now," Harry repeated.
Aberforth nodded and they were both gone and once again standing in the back room of the Hog's Head in seconds.
Ron and Hermione looked terrified and they both sighed with relief when they saw Harry.
"Bloody hell, mate! You didn't come back for us!" said Ron.
Harry ignored him.
"Does someone want to tell me just what is going on here?" Aberforth asked, staring primarily at Harry.
"Snape set us up," Harry said angrily. "I know he did now. He's gone when he's not supposed to be and there is no sign of a struggle. He's the only person, aside from you, who knew we were going to Miller's Crossing."
Aberforth paled. "What's happened?" he asked.
"We went and there was a Death Eater attack," said Harry. "They were already waiting for us when we arrived. It was set up. Ron, Hermione and I got out okay, but Draco didn't. Ron went back to get him, but the place was deserted and he found this in the snow where Draco had last been." Harry pulled the fake brooch out of his pocket and thrust it into Aberforth's hands.
Aberforth's eyes widened as he stared at the object. "This is not-"
"No, it's not a Horcrux, but it is a brooch in the shape of an eagle, modeled after the one Snape told us to find, found where Snape said it was a good idea for us to look for it. And Snape is the only other person who knows of any of this. Now my husband is gone and I want to know where the fuck he is," said Harry in that dangerous tone again.
"Snape is not ... Surely not ...." said Aberforth.
"I don't have time to discuss his fucked up loyalties!" Harry shouted. "Draco could be dea-" but his own words took his breath away.
Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Do you have any idea where Snape could be?" Harry asked, quieter and with his eyes closed now.
"I - I have no idea where he could be," said Aberforth, seeming struck dumb. "This is not possible."
"And yet here we are," said Harry stonily.
Aberforth looked at him and took a deep breath. "I have nothing for you," he said, sounding very serious now. "Go to Grimmauld and find help there. If there are Order members, you will need all the help you can get. You are wasting time standing in the back room of this pub."
Harry frowned, staring hard at Aberforth.
"I will go back to the bolt hole and search for anything that may be there. I'm no use to you in a fight," the old man continued. "Go, now. There is no time." He turned and unlocked the door for them, stepping back to let them pass.
Harry took a deep breath and exited quickly, not stopping when he was in the main part of the building. He walked straight over to the front door with Ron and Hermione and didn't give Aberforth a backwards glance.
Once out in the snow again, Harry turned to his friends. "We're going to Grimmauld then," he said quickly. "Lupin is probably there. I don't know what he'll be able to do for us, but he might know about Death Eater hideouts from Tonks or something."
Hermione looked at him doubtfully.
"I know it's a far stretch, but what other choice do we have?"
"None," said Ron. "Let's go."
Harry nodded once and the three of them were Apparating again, this time to land in the foyer of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
Harry took a few steps, looking around the room and walking over to the foot of the stairs. "Remus!" he called through the house. "Remus, it's Harry! Quick!"
Mrs. Black's portrait began screaming and then Remus came running down the stairs -- in his shorts. "What's happened?"
Harry paid his underwear no attention. "It's Draco. Death Eaters have him," he said quickly, that desperate edge back in his voice.
"Draco?" Tonks asked, coming down the stairs wearing a dressing gown. "What happened?"
The portrait continued screaming.
"Let's go to the kitchen," Remus said as Tonks came down the stairs and handed him his robe as well.
Harry walked with them and then turned to them. He realised he didn't know how to explain this without mentioning Horcruxes.
Hermione stepped forward. "We thought we had a lead on where Death Eaters were hiding. We didn't have time to contact anyone else about it, so we simply left by ourselves - Harry, Ron, Draco and I. It seemed as though Death Eaters were already there when we arrived, waiting for us. We fought them, and we three got away, but they have Draco. We were set up -" She stopped suddenly, looking to Harry.
"We were set up by Snape," he said.
"By Snape?" Tonks asked. "How would Snape set you up?"
"I don't have time to explain," said Harry. "But he tricked me into thinking he was still in the Order. The point is, I trusted him and he set us up and now Draco is gone! Death Eaters have him and I don't know where to look for him. I only have until morning!"
Remus and Tonks exchanged glances. "I should tell you we will handle this," he said, holding up a hand when Harry started to respond, "but I know you better than that."
Harry nodded. "So then what do I do?" He asked, talking more to Tonks than anyone. "Do you know where they might've taken him? Do we have any information on Death Eater whereabouts?" He spoke quickly, nearly jumbling his words.
Remus nodded to her and she sighed. "Yes, we have some intelligence on it," she said. "We haven't gone in there because it is too dangerous."
"Well, it's not too dangerous right now!" said Harry. "Draco could be there!"
"I'll take you," Tonks said.
"I am going, as well," Remus said, getting up. "Is there anyone else we should bring with us?"
"We don't have time!" said Harry. "Who knows what they're doing to him already!" He felt Hermione's hand on his shoulder again and tried to calm himself, but the more time slipped past, the harder it was to do so.
Tonks and Remus went upstairs to get dressed. "We'll be right down, Harry," Remus said.
Harry began pacing, hands clenched in his own hair.
Ron and Hermione both followed him with their eyes, looking scared and worried.
"Mate?" Ron tried, but Harry didn't answer.
The other two dressed and returned quickly. "So does anyone have a plan of what to do when we get there?" Remus asked.
"The problem is deciding which of the locations to try," Tonks said. "Did'ya check Spinner's End?"
“I don't know that place," said Harry. "What is it?"
"It's where Snape lives," said Tonks. "It's a known Death Eater house. We have intelligence that Wormtail has been there."
Harry took a deep breath. "We could go there then."
"Do you think Snape would have taken him to his own house?" Hermione cut in. "Surely he must have at least been aware that you might go to help from the Order. Doesn't he know that everyone in the Order knows where he lives?"
"We can try there," Tonks said. "Even if he isn't there, it might give us a clue as to where else he would go."
Harry nodded quickly. "All right, yes, let's go then!" he said. "We haven't any time!" He couldn't seem to stop saying that.
"Harry," Tonks said, "I get it. I understand how you feel." She smiled briefly at Remus. "You want to find Draco and make sure he is safe. But if we rush in unprepared, we could get him killed.”
Harry covered his face with his hands. He knew Tonks knew what she was talking about, but he could hardly stand still. "What do we do?" he asked in a pained voice.
"We will Apparate to that area," Tonks said. "Then we will approach the house and see what we can tell from the outside. There are bound to be wards. We will need to take them down before we go in."
Harry nodded. "Okay," he said. "And then?"
"Then we fight like hell to get him and us out of there!" she said in a fierce voice that he hadn't heard before.
"Damn right," Remus added.
Chapter Title: Like Hell
Words: 2916 Words
The whole world seemed to cease its orbit around the sun and time itself seemed to stand still for Harry. "What?" he asked, but no sound came out.
"He wasn't there," Ron said, not looking at Harry. "No one was. They were all gone. Only this was there." He held his hand out, holding something, but Harry wasn't interested in whatever it was. He didn't fucking care.
Hermione reached out a trembling hand and took whatever it was from Ron. She sucked in a quiet breath. "Surely this isn't ... ?" she asked.
"I don't bloody know," said Ron, voice cracking.
"Where is he?" Harry asked silently again, unable to find his voice. He could feel some sort of uncontrollable something building up inside him, and he was shaking like mad.
Hermione looked up from the brooch at Harry. Her eyes widened at the sight of him and she reached out a hand to him.
Harry was shaking so badly, he didn't think he would be able to move. It was like there was a war going on inside his body, but the side that was fighting for Harry to get up and do something, to save Draco, was winning.
Ron was staring at the floor, looking the very picture of defeat.
"Harry?" Hermione asked gently, fear evident in her voice.
“I can't stay here," Harry said suddenly, his voice finally returning. "I'm going."
Ron looked up at him. "No, you can't," he said.
Harry got quickly to his feet, finding that now that he had decided to do something, he didn't feel as helpless. He turned burning eyes on Ron. "Yes, I fucking can and if you try to stop me, I will hex you. I promise you that."
Ron's brows lowered into a kind of scared frown. "Harry, the baby. And if you're hurt, not only are you putting it in danger, you're putting us all in danger. You die, we all do."
Harry glared harder. Ron sounded far too much like Draco with that. "He told you to do this, didn't he?" he asked, voice dangerous.
Ron kept that same expression and didn't say anything, and that was all the answer Harry needed.
"Fuck both of you," he spat and Ron looked to the floor. "I don't have time for this," Harry said then. "I'm leaving. I'm going to check that place out for myself."
"Harry, there's nothing there," Ron said, looking up again. "You'll just waste time."
"You're going to let him go?" Hermione asked Ron shrilly.
"No one is letting me do anything," said Harry angrily. "And where else the fuck am I supposed to go?!"
"You didn't even look at what Ron brought back," Hermione said.
Harry rounded on her and snatched the thing out of her hands.
He looked down at it and furrowed his brow in confusion. It looked like Ravenclaw's brooch ... but there was no way ... "Where did you get this?" he asked Ron quickly.
"It was laying in the snow where Draco had been," Ron answered.
"Why would it be there?" Harry asked. "There's no way ...."
"Could someone have put it there?" asked Hermione.
Harry stood there, thinking. He felt like he was wasting time, but what else could he do? He didn't know where Draco was. "It couldn't have gotten there any other way," he said.
"But who would put it there? Draco didn't have it. It certainly didn't fall out of his pocket," said Hermione. "And what are the chances of something like that being there when it's exactly what we were going there to look for?"
Harry frowned and stared at the brooch in his hands. He knew it was not a Horcrux. He may not have had Draco's ability, but anyone could feel the power of a piece of Voldemort's soul. This was nothing but a brooch, probably not even really Ravenclaw's. "No one else knows about the Horcruxes," he said slowly.
They were all silent for a moment, but then, almost at the same exact time, they all widened their eyes.
"Snape," Hermione whispered.
"But I thought Snape was in the Order!" said Ron, eyes even wider.
"How else would it have fucking gotten there?!" asked Harry, anger burning through him. "Snape's the one who told us it was the brooch and Snape's the one who fucking told us that it was a good idea to go to Miller's Crossing! He knew we were going to be there!"
"You think he ...." said Hermione fearfully.
"Set us up!" Harry yelled, finishing her sentence. He was shaking with anger now.
Ron and Hermione were both silent for a moment, looking disbelieving.
"What do we do?" asked Hermione, voice quiet and frightened.
"I'm fucking going to Snape!" Harry yelled.
"You think he'll be there, mate?" asked Ron, sounding doubtful.
"What else am I supposed to do?!"
"Calm down, Harry," said Hermione quietly. "We'll never get to Draco if you don't."
Harry growled and closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths. "I'm going to the Hog's Head right now," he said once he'd opened his eyes again. "Are you two coming with me or not?"
Ron let out a quiet breath and seemed to decide that there was no use arguing with Harry. "Yes, I'm coming," he said.
Hermione looked between both men. She finally nodded.
"Then let's go," said Harry, and without another word, or even a warning to the other two, he Disapperated.
He appeared in front of the Hog's Head, knowing he was conspicuous with his Muggle clothes on, but he pulled the hood of his coat up anyway and strode to the front entrance of the pub. "Pull your hoods up," he said to Ron and Hermione when he heard the loud cracks from their Apparation. He didn't look back at them before he opened the door.
There was no time to be slow and cautious, and no point in the Muggle clothes anyway. He walked right over to the bar where Aberforth was standing, staring at them with wide eyes, although it was apparent he was trying to hide his shock.
"In the back," Harry said to him, insistence clear in his voice.
Aberforth turned quickly and headed into the room where he had spoken with Harry and Draco the first time they had come here.
Once the door was shut and locked with a Silencing Charm added, he turned to Harry. "What the devil are you doing here, boy?" he asked, sounding like he thought Harry was mad.
Harry probably did look mad right then with his crackling magic and fierce eyes. "I need you to take me to Snape," he said.
"What more could you need from him?" Aberforth asked, brows low. "Did you find another already?"
"No, but I need you to take me to him now. There isn't any time!" said Harry.
"What's happened?"
"I don't have time to explain!" Harry said angrily. "This is a life and death situation! Please take me to him!"
Aberforth frowned deeply at Harry and there was a flicker of fear in him. "He won't be expecting you this late at night. Do not be surprised if he is displeased."
Harry snorted strangely at that.
At that moment, Aberforth seemed to notice Draco missing and examined Ron and Hermione. "Where's ...?" but then his eyes widened.
"Please, now!" said Harry, desperation beginning to settle in.
Aberfoth reached out and took Harry's arm quickly and they were gone the next second.
Harry found himself once again in front of the huge rock in the forest and he watched as Aberforth quickly took out his wand and prodded it.
Snape usually took no longer than a minute, but two passed and he was still not there.
"He may be sleeping," said Aberforth, and Harry thought he hid his fear rather well, although it was nothing to what Draco could do. Harry's heart panged in his chest and panic stabbed at him.
Aberforth prodded the rock again and they waited three minutes this time.
Harry raised eyebrows and looked at him.
"I can't take another one in without Snape's permission, but I can go in alone. Wait here," said Aberforth and he Disapperated, leaving Harry in the snow.
Harry wrapped arms about himself and stared at the ground. Where was Draco? Who had him? Was this all Snape's idea? Harry knew he shouldn't have trusted the bastard. He closed his eyes, swaying back and forth and waiting.
Aberforth was back in minutes, but it had seemed like hours.
"He's not here," he said, sounding like he was confused about something.
Harry stared at him.
"He's not here, but he should be," Aberforth said. "He was not to be gone today."
"Are there any signs of a struggle?" Harry asked quickly.
Aberforth shook his head, frowning. "None at all," he said. "Looks completely fine."
Harry growled in anger and frustration. "I'm going back," he told the old man in front of him.
Aberforth turned his frown on Harry.
"I'm going back, now," Harry repeated.
Aberforth nodded and they were both gone and once again standing in the back room of the Hog's Head in seconds.
Ron and Hermione looked terrified and they both sighed with relief when they saw Harry.
"Bloody hell, mate! You didn't come back for us!" said Ron.
Harry ignored him.
"Does someone want to tell me just what is going on here?" Aberforth asked, staring primarily at Harry.
"Snape set us up," Harry said angrily. "I know he did now. He's gone when he's not supposed to be and there is no sign of a struggle. He's the only person, aside from you, who knew we were going to Miller's Crossing."
Aberforth paled. "What's happened?" he asked.
"We went and there was a Death Eater attack," said Harry. "They were already waiting for us when we arrived. It was set up. Ron, Hermione and I got out okay, but Draco didn't. Ron went back to get him, but the place was deserted and he found this in the snow where Draco had last been." Harry pulled the fake brooch out of his pocket and thrust it into Aberforth's hands.
Aberforth's eyes widened as he stared at the object. "This is not-"
"No, it's not a Horcrux, but it is a brooch in the shape of an eagle, modeled after the one Snape told us to find, found where Snape said it was a good idea for us to look for it. And Snape is the only other person who knows of any of this. Now my husband is gone and I want to know where the fuck he is," said Harry in that dangerous tone again.
"Snape is not ... Surely not ...." said Aberforth.
"I don't have time to discuss his fucked up loyalties!" Harry shouted. "Draco could be dea-" but his own words took his breath away.
Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Do you have any idea where Snape could be?" Harry asked, quieter and with his eyes closed now.
"I - I have no idea where he could be," said Aberforth, seeming struck dumb. "This is not possible."
"And yet here we are," said Harry stonily.
Aberforth looked at him and took a deep breath. "I have nothing for you," he said, sounding very serious now. "Go to Grimmauld and find help there. If there are Order members, you will need all the help you can get. You are wasting time standing in the back room of this pub."
Harry frowned, staring hard at Aberforth.
"I will go back to the bolt hole and search for anything that may be there. I'm no use to you in a fight," the old man continued. "Go, now. There is no time." He turned and unlocked the door for them, stepping back to let them pass.
Harry took a deep breath and exited quickly, not stopping when he was in the main part of the building. He walked straight over to the front door with Ron and Hermione and didn't give Aberforth a backwards glance.
Once out in the snow again, Harry turned to his friends. "We're going to Grimmauld then," he said quickly. "Lupin is probably there. I don't know what he'll be able to do for us, but he might know about Death Eater hideouts from Tonks or something."
Hermione looked at him doubtfully.
"I know it's a far stretch, but what other choice do we have?"
"None," said Ron. "Let's go."
Harry nodded once and the three of them were Apparating again, this time to land in the foyer of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
Harry took a few steps, looking around the room and walking over to the foot of the stairs. "Remus!" he called through the house. "Remus, it's Harry! Quick!"
Mrs. Black's portrait began screaming and then Remus came running down the stairs -- in his shorts. "What's happened?"
Harry paid his underwear no attention. "It's Draco. Death Eaters have him," he said quickly, that desperate edge back in his voice.
"Draco?" Tonks asked, coming down the stairs wearing a dressing gown. "What happened?"
The portrait continued screaming.
"Let's go to the kitchen," Remus said as Tonks came down the stairs and handed him his robe as well.
Harry walked with them and then turned to them. He realised he didn't know how to explain this without mentioning Horcruxes.
Hermione stepped forward. "We thought we had a lead on where Death Eaters were hiding. We didn't have time to contact anyone else about it, so we simply left by ourselves - Harry, Ron, Draco and I. It seemed as though Death Eaters were already there when we arrived, waiting for us. We fought them, and we three got away, but they have Draco. We were set up -" She stopped suddenly, looking to Harry.
"We were set up by Snape," he said.
"By Snape?" Tonks asked. "How would Snape set you up?"
"I don't have time to explain," said Harry. "But he tricked me into thinking he was still in the Order. The point is, I trusted him and he set us up and now Draco is gone! Death Eaters have him and I don't know where to look for him. I only have until morning!"
Remus and Tonks exchanged glances. "I should tell you we will handle this," he said, holding up a hand when Harry started to respond, "but I know you better than that."
Harry nodded. "So then what do I do?" He asked, talking more to Tonks than anyone. "Do you know where they might've taken him? Do we have any information on Death Eater whereabouts?" He spoke quickly, nearly jumbling his words.
Remus nodded to her and she sighed. "Yes, we have some intelligence on it," she said. "We haven't gone in there because it is too dangerous."
"Well, it's not too dangerous right now!" said Harry. "Draco could be there!"
"I'll take you," Tonks said.
"I am going, as well," Remus said, getting up. "Is there anyone else we should bring with us?"
"We don't have time!" said Harry. "Who knows what they're doing to him already!" He felt Hermione's hand on his shoulder again and tried to calm himself, but the more time slipped past, the harder it was to do so.
Tonks and Remus went upstairs to get dressed. "We'll be right down, Harry," Remus said.
Harry began pacing, hands clenched in his own hair.
Ron and Hermione both followed him with their eyes, looking scared and worried.
"Mate?" Ron tried, but Harry didn't answer.
The other two dressed and returned quickly. "So does anyone have a plan of what to do when we get there?" Remus asked.
"The problem is deciding which of the locations to try," Tonks said. "Did'ya check Spinner's End?"
“I don't know that place," said Harry. "What is it?"
"It's where Snape lives," said Tonks. "It's a known Death Eater house. We have intelligence that Wormtail has been there."
Harry took a deep breath. "We could go there then."
"Do you think Snape would have taken him to his own house?" Hermione cut in. "Surely he must have at least been aware that you might go to help from the Order. Doesn't he know that everyone in the Order knows where he lives?"
"We can try there," Tonks said. "Even if he isn't there, it might give us a clue as to where else he would go."
Harry nodded quickly. "All right, yes, let's go then!" he said. "We haven't any time!" He couldn't seem to stop saying that.
"Harry," Tonks said, "I get it. I understand how you feel." She smiled briefly at Remus. "You want to find Draco and make sure he is safe. But if we rush in unprepared, we could get him killed.”
Harry covered his face with his hands. He knew Tonks knew what she was talking about, but he could hardly stand still. "What do we do?" he asked in a pained voice.
"We will Apparate to that area," Tonks said. "Then we will approach the house and see what we can tell from the outside. There are bound to be wards. We will need to take them down before we go in."
Harry nodded. "Okay," he said. "And then?"
"Then we fight like hell to get him and us out of there!" she said in a fierce voice that he hadn't heard before.
"Damn right," Remus added.