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Silent Night Shattered
Chapter Number/Total: 48/49
Chapter Title: Silent Night Shattered
Words: 2201 Words
"What!?" Draco snapped at them, confused.
"Voldemort," said Harry. "He just did something that made him very, very happy," he repeated, voice higher now. "I can tell." He didn't have time to explain. "Remus! Is there anyone on duty tonight?"
"No one from the Order," he said as the rest of the group crowded around.
"I'll fire-call Shacklebolt," Tonks said, and went to the fireplace.
Leakey appeared next to Draco with a letter addressed to him. Draco snatched it up and realised it was written in French. "Oh, hell!" he cursed. "Tonks!"
Harry looked down at the letter confusedly, staring at Draco with eyes still wide.
"She's talking with Shacklebolt," Remus said after looking in her direction.
"Hermione, sit with Harry," Draco said, "and don't let him get up!" The blond took the letter and went to the fire to join the conversation between the Aurors.
Harry's eyes suddenly narrowed. "Why not?" he asked viciously, but Hermione sat and firmly placed hands on his shoulders. "Just stay here, Harry," she said, sounding scared.
Ron and Mr. Weasley got to their feet to sprint over to the fireplace after Draco.
Draco didn't waste time. He walked directly up and spoke to Shacklebolt's head in the fire. "Send Order members, Aurors, and any one else who can fight to the family home of every Muggle-born you can think of, especially those who are Gryffindors!"
"What? Why?" Tonks and Shacklebolt said simultaneously.
"I just received a letter from my old family friend that says all the Muggle-born's homes will be attacked tonight," Draco said, lowering his voice so Hermione and the others at the couch wouldn't hear.
Ron clenched his fists and shook, face hard and eyes glaring.
"I'll send owls out to all I can think of," said Mr. Weasley quickly. He turned. "Molly!" he called, and Mrs. Weasley got hurriedly to her feet and followed him as he strode quickly out of the room.
Bill and Charlie rose and exchanged glances before moving to follow their parents out.
Harry was still sitting on the couch. It was taking everything he had not to get up and walk over to that fireplace, no matter what Draco had said.
"Bill, Charlie, stay here!" Draco called. "We're going to need you." Then he turned to Ron. "I am going to Hermione's parents' house. Have you been there before?"
Bill and Charlie stopped in their tracks. "What exactly is going on?" Bill asked from the doorway.
"No," said Ron in answer to Draco's question, looking suddenly terrified. He glanced over at Hermione on the sofa.
"Ginny," Draco called to her, "come here, please."
Ginny, looking as scared and confused as everyone else, got quickly to her feet and walked over to Draco, her eyebrows pulling together. "What is it?" she asked.
"First, has anyone in this room ever been to Hermione's parents' house?" Draco asked urgently.
"I've been once to help her get her things to our house," she said. "And dad." She looked confused. "Why?"
"Then we need you, your dad and Hermione," he said. "But Harry has to stay here." He turned to Tonks. "I would love to have you with us, but I need someone to protect Harry. Will you stay with him?" When Tonks nodded, Draco looked to Ron. "You are going to need to take care of Hermione."
Ron, face hard again, nodded.
"What's going on?" Ginny asked.
Bill and Charlie had come over to Draco now too and were looking like they wanted an answer to that question as well.
Draco led the small group back over to the sofa and waited until Ron was standing next to Hermione and Tonks next to Harry before speaking. "The Death Eaters are retaliating. They plan to attack the families of Muggle-borns tonight," he said.
Hermione let out a gasp and her face went white. Ron dropped to the sofa and pulled her to him.
Harry looked at Draco with furious wide eyes. "Well, what the hell are we waiting here for?!" he said, making to stand up.
"So the rest of the Order and Aurors are being sent," Draco said, ignoring Harry's outburst, "but we are going to the Granger home. Hermione will side-along Ron. Mr. Weasley, and myself. Ginny, I know you aren't old enough for a license, but can you Apparate?"
She nodded determinedly. "I've done it before," she said.
Harry waited for Draco to say that Ginny could side-along him.
"Then you take Charlie first," Draco said. "But your job is to come right back and shuttle as many others as you can. Tonks and Harry will remain here and keep in contact with Shacklebolt. Fleur, would you assist Mrs. Weasley in getting information out?"
Ginny nodded again and Fleur this time too, glancing at Bill very worriedly.
Harry glared. "What?" he snarled.
"You, husband, will lead from behind the lines." Draco scowled at him. "We don't have time to argue this," he said. "Fleur, will you get Mr. Weasley? We need to go."
Fleur left the room without another word.
Panic began to trickle into Harry. "Draco, last time," he began, but he couldn't finish. His throat felt like it was closing.
"Last time we were ambushed and outnumbered," he said. "This time we will have our friends and I won't be forced to cover your retreat."
"But," he said, going as white as Hermione now. "But what if -" He moved forward and clutched the front of Draco's robes very tightly, closing his eyes.
Draco leaned in, kissing Harry. "Don't doubt me now, Harry," he said quietly.
Harry was taking shallow breaths and shaking now, still holding onto Draco tightly.
Mr. Weasley came back in then, walking right over to the crowd around the couch. "Fleur told me," he said, voice hurried. "We need to leave now."
"Let go, love," Draco said. "Hermione needs us to do this right."
Harry squeezed his eyes more tightly shut and clenched his hands in Draco's robes even harder before he forced himself to let go, feeling like he'd just released his anchor to the earth.
Tonks put her hands on Harry's shoulders, drawing him gently back. "Always," Draco said before taking hold of Mr. Weasley's arm.
Hermione, with tears already flowing from her eyes, stood and Ron stood next to her, his hand clenched in hers.
Ginny moved over to Charlie and grasped his arm with her small hand.
Harry couldn't watch as his best friends and the person who meant more to him than any other Disapperated into battle, leaving him behind.
"Watch each other's backs and don't do anything bloody heroic," Draco barked. "Ready and now!"
There were three loud cracks and they were gone from Malfoy Manor and suddenly standing in the living room of a fair-sized Muggle house.
The lights were off and Ron had to cover Hermione's mouth when she opened it to, apparently, call, "Mum!" out into the darkness.
Draco let his sense take over, looking for the magic in the dark while his eyes adjusted. "They're here," he whispered. "Ginny, go now. Arthur, you too. We need more people here. Hermione, lead us to your parents' rooms."
Mr. Weasley and Ginny Disapperated then and Hermione took a gasping breath and began to lead them quickly.
She led them out into a hallway and up a staircase there, to another hallway. She stopped half-way down at a loud blasting noise and whimpered.
Ron stepped in front of her quickly before she could run to the door at the end of the hall.
"Don't forget your Shield Charms," Draco said, and stepped up beside Ron. "Charlie, guard our backs."
Charlie gave one nod, his wand already drawn.
Ron glanced at Draco out of the corner of his eye and gave him a nod.
"We can't wait," Draco whispered. "On the count of three, Stun everything in that room."
Hermione was shaking behind Ron and Draco.
Ron nodded again. "One," he whispered. "Two ... Three!" And he bounded forward and blasted the door out of his way, firing off a Stunner as soon as a path was cleared.
Draco was beside him, firing wordlessly as he came through, crouching to the right of the door. A curse hit the edge of the door next to where he had been standing.
Spells and hexes were flying everywhere. It was confusing in such a small space. One could hardly hit one's target before having to duck or roll. Charlie was in the room now too and loud thudding indicated the others were coming up the stairs as well.
The next few minutes were very confusing. Draco fired and moved, fired and moved, hexes lighting up the dark room. He saw several bodies on the ground but didn't have a chance to check them. He heard rather than saw their reinforcements arrive and so did the Death Eaters. Within a few minutes, the ones that hadn't been disarmed or Stupefied, Apparated away with loud pops. The room was suddenly quiet except for the sound of a woman sobbing.
Ron slowly lifted his head up over the bed from where he was crouched on the floor. Charlie was bleeding from a slash in his chest, but it didn't look too serious. The others were unharmed, as they hadn't been in the fight for more than a few minutes.
"Is everyone all right?" asked Mr. Weasley, coming to stand in the room and look around at everyone. One of the lenses in his glasses was cracked.
There were murmured "Yeahs" and nods.
Hermione, white and trembling, got to her feet from where Ron had pulled her down and moved towards the sound of the crying. "Mum?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Draco cast Lumos and held this wand up, surveying the room. There were two figures in black robes and a man in Muggle clothing on the floor. They were not moving.
Ron stared at the man on the floor and had to look away, his wand still clutched tightly in his hand.
"Mum?" Hermione asked again, and she found her mother huddled up in a corner, nearly obscured behind a large wardrobe. "Mum!" she cried, dropping to the floor.
The woman sobbed louder and clutched Hermione with both hands, pulling her against herself.
"Is he ...?" asked Bill, staring at who had to be Hermione's father. His face held a mixture of anger and sadness.
Draco went down on one knee beside the Muggle and turned him over. "Yes," he said. "Probably a Killing Curse. He reached silver fingers out and closed the man's eyes. "Check the Death Eaters and gather any wands you find."
Ron closed his eyes at Draco's words and didn't move for a moment.
Ginny covered her mouth with her hand, Neville placing a hand on her shoulder.
Mr. Weasley shook his head sadly and bent to check one of the black figures for a wand.
Ron glared and moved forward. He delivered what was apparently the hardest kick he could to the nearest Death Eater and spat on their robes.
Draco made his way over to where Hermione and Mrs. Granger were, kneeling beside them. "Hermione ...." He trailed off, not knowing what to say.
Hermione turned her tear-streaked face to Draco, still holding her mother.
"Jim," Mrs. Granger sobbed. "Jim."
"Where's my father?" Hermione whispered.
Ron looked over then and got to his knees beside Draco.
Hermione looked at Ron. "Ron," she said, but when he shook his head and looked to the floor, she sobbed harder than ever, holding her mother closely.
Draco worked to control his face, to stay calm. "Hermione," he said, "your mother is welcome at my home." Then he stood up and faced the room. "Who else knows the location of Muggle families? We need to check on anyone and everyone who has Muggle relatives."
"I know many of the families," said Mr. Weasley, stepping forward.
"We need people who can Apparate to them," Draco said. Then his eyes grew wide. "Merde'! Fucking hell!"
Mr. Weasley looked startled.
"What is it?" asked Neville.
"The Dursleys!" Draco shouted. "Who can Apparate there?"
"I can," said Ron, but he didn't look like he wanted to leave Hermione.
"We can," said Fred, indicating himself and George.
"As can I," said Mr. Weasley. "We need to be as quick as we can."
"Ron, stay here with Hermione and Mrs. Granger. You two guard the prisoners," Draco said. "Fred, George, take Bill and Charlie. Mr. Weasley, take Ginny. Neville, with me. Ready?"
"Ready," said quite a few voices, and they all moved into position, grasping arms and looking determined.
Neville moved over to Draco and nodded.
"One, two, three," Draco said, and then Apparated them to the outside of the Dursley residence. The first thing he noticed was the Dark Mark hanging over the house.
"Fuck!" let out one of the twins.
"In!" said Mr. Weasley, although, from the look on his face, he didn't expect there to be anything inside to save.
Chapter Title: Silent Night Shattered
Words: 2201 Words
"What!?" Draco snapped at them, confused.
"Voldemort," said Harry. "He just did something that made him very, very happy," he repeated, voice higher now. "I can tell." He didn't have time to explain. "Remus! Is there anyone on duty tonight?"
"No one from the Order," he said as the rest of the group crowded around.
"I'll fire-call Shacklebolt," Tonks said, and went to the fireplace.
Leakey appeared next to Draco with a letter addressed to him. Draco snatched it up and realised it was written in French. "Oh, hell!" he cursed. "Tonks!"
Harry looked down at the letter confusedly, staring at Draco with eyes still wide.
"She's talking with Shacklebolt," Remus said after looking in her direction.
"Hermione, sit with Harry," Draco said, "and don't let him get up!" The blond took the letter and went to the fire to join the conversation between the Aurors.
Harry's eyes suddenly narrowed. "Why not?" he asked viciously, but Hermione sat and firmly placed hands on his shoulders. "Just stay here, Harry," she said, sounding scared.
Ron and Mr. Weasley got to their feet to sprint over to the fireplace after Draco.
Draco didn't waste time. He walked directly up and spoke to Shacklebolt's head in the fire. "Send Order members, Aurors, and any one else who can fight to the family home of every Muggle-born you can think of, especially those who are Gryffindors!"
"What? Why?" Tonks and Shacklebolt said simultaneously.
"I just received a letter from my old family friend that says all the Muggle-born's homes will be attacked tonight," Draco said, lowering his voice so Hermione and the others at the couch wouldn't hear.
Ron clenched his fists and shook, face hard and eyes glaring.
"I'll send owls out to all I can think of," said Mr. Weasley quickly. He turned. "Molly!" he called, and Mrs. Weasley got hurriedly to her feet and followed him as he strode quickly out of the room.
Bill and Charlie rose and exchanged glances before moving to follow their parents out.
Harry was still sitting on the couch. It was taking everything he had not to get up and walk over to that fireplace, no matter what Draco had said.
"Bill, Charlie, stay here!" Draco called. "We're going to need you." Then he turned to Ron. "I am going to Hermione's parents' house. Have you been there before?"
Bill and Charlie stopped in their tracks. "What exactly is going on?" Bill asked from the doorway.
"No," said Ron in answer to Draco's question, looking suddenly terrified. He glanced over at Hermione on the sofa.
"Ginny," Draco called to her, "come here, please."
Ginny, looking as scared and confused as everyone else, got quickly to her feet and walked over to Draco, her eyebrows pulling together. "What is it?" she asked.
"First, has anyone in this room ever been to Hermione's parents' house?" Draco asked urgently.
"I've been once to help her get her things to our house," she said. "And dad." She looked confused. "Why?"
"Then we need you, your dad and Hermione," he said. "But Harry has to stay here." He turned to Tonks. "I would love to have you with us, but I need someone to protect Harry. Will you stay with him?" When Tonks nodded, Draco looked to Ron. "You are going to need to take care of Hermione."
Ron, face hard again, nodded.
"What's going on?" Ginny asked.
Bill and Charlie had come over to Draco now too and were looking like they wanted an answer to that question as well.
Draco led the small group back over to the sofa and waited until Ron was standing next to Hermione and Tonks next to Harry before speaking. "The Death Eaters are retaliating. They plan to attack the families of Muggle-borns tonight," he said.
Hermione let out a gasp and her face went white. Ron dropped to the sofa and pulled her to him.
Harry looked at Draco with furious wide eyes. "Well, what the hell are we waiting here for?!" he said, making to stand up.
"So the rest of the Order and Aurors are being sent," Draco said, ignoring Harry's outburst, "but we are going to the Granger home. Hermione will side-along Ron. Mr. Weasley, and myself. Ginny, I know you aren't old enough for a license, but can you Apparate?"
She nodded determinedly. "I've done it before," she said.
Harry waited for Draco to say that Ginny could side-along him.
"Then you take Charlie first," Draco said. "But your job is to come right back and shuttle as many others as you can. Tonks and Harry will remain here and keep in contact with Shacklebolt. Fleur, would you assist Mrs. Weasley in getting information out?"
Ginny nodded again and Fleur this time too, glancing at Bill very worriedly.
Harry glared. "What?" he snarled.
"You, husband, will lead from behind the lines." Draco scowled at him. "We don't have time to argue this," he said. "Fleur, will you get Mr. Weasley? We need to go."
Fleur left the room without another word.
Panic began to trickle into Harry. "Draco, last time," he began, but he couldn't finish. His throat felt like it was closing.
"Last time we were ambushed and outnumbered," he said. "This time we will have our friends and I won't be forced to cover your retreat."
"But," he said, going as white as Hermione now. "But what if -" He moved forward and clutched the front of Draco's robes very tightly, closing his eyes.
Draco leaned in, kissing Harry. "Don't doubt me now, Harry," he said quietly.
Harry was taking shallow breaths and shaking now, still holding onto Draco tightly.
Mr. Weasley came back in then, walking right over to the crowd around the couch. "Fleur told me," he said, voice hurried. "We need to leave now."
"Let go, love," Draco said. "Hermione needs us to do this right."
Harry squeezed his eyes more tightly shut and clenched his hands in Draco's robes even harder before he forced himself to let go, feeling like he'd just released his anchor to the earth.
Tonks put her hands on Harry's shoulders, drawing him gently back. "Always," Draco said before taking hold of Mr. Weasley's arm.
Hermione, with tears already flowing from her eyes, stood and Ron stood next to her, his hand clenched in hers.
Ginny moved over to Charlie and grasped his arm with her small hand.
Harry couldn't watch as his best friends and the person who meant more to him than any other Disapperated into battle, leaving him behind.
"Watch each other's backs and don't do anything bloody heroic," Draco barked. "Ready and now!"
There were three loud cracks and they were gone from Malfoy Manor and suddenly standing in the living room of a fair-sized Muggle house.
The lights were off and Ron had to cover Hermione's mouth when she opened it to, apparently, call, "Mum!" out into the darkness.
Draco let his sense take over, looking for the magic in the dark while his eyes adjusted. "They're here," he whispered. "Ginny, go now. Arthur, you too. We need more people here. Hermione, lead us to your parents' rooms."
Mr. Weasley and Ginny Disapperated then and Hermione took a gasping breath and began to lead them quickly.
She led them out into a hallway and up a staircase there, to another hallway. She stopped half-way down at a loud blasting noise and whimpered.
Ron stepped in front of her quickly before she could run to the door at the end of the hall.
"Don't forget your Shield Charms," Draco said, and stepped up beside Ron. "Charlie, guard our backs."
Charlie gave one nod, his wand already drawn.
Ron glanced at Draco out of the corner of his eye and gave him a nod.
"We can't wait," Draco whispered. "On the count of three, Stun everything in that room."
Hermione was shaking behind Ron and Draco.
Ron nodded again. "One," he whispered. "Two ... Three!" And he bounded forward and blasted the door out of his way, firing off a Stunner as soon as a path was cleared.
Draco was beside him, firing wordlessly as he came through, crouching to the right of the door. A curse hit the edge of the door next to where he had been standing.
Spells and hexes were flying everywhere. It was confusing in such a small space. One could hardly hit one's target before having to duck or roll. Charlie was in the room now too and loud thudding indicated the others were coming up the stairs as well.
The next few minutes were very confusing. Draco fired and moved, fired and moved, hexes lighting up the dark room. He saw several bodies on the ground but didn't have a chance to check them. He heard rather than saw their reinforcements arrive and so did the Death Eaters. Within a few minutes, the ones that hadn't been disarmed or Stupefied, Apparated away with loud pops. The room was suddenly quiet except for the sound of a woman sobbing.
Ron slowly lifted his head up over the bed from where he was crouched on the floor. Charlie was bleeding from a slash in his chest, but it didn't look too serious. The others were unharmed, as they hadn't been in the fight for more than a few minutes.
"Is everyone all right?" asked Mr. Weasley, coming to stand in the room and look around at everyone. One of the lenses in his glasses was cracked.
There were murmured "Yeahs" and nods.
Hermione, white and trembling, got to her feet from where Ron had pulled her down and moved towards the sound of the crying. "Mum?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Draco cast Lumos and held this wand up, surveying the room. There were two figures in black robes and a man in Muggle clothing on the floor. They were not moving.
Ron stared at the man on the floor and had to look away, his wand still clutched tightly in his hand.
"Mum?" Hermione asked again, and she found her mother huddled up in a corner, nearly obscured behind a large wardrobe. "Mum!" she cried, dropping to the floor.
The woman sobbed louder and clutched Hermione with both hands, pulling her against herself.
"Is he ...?" asked Bill, staring at who had to be Hermione's father. His face held a mixture of anger and sadness.
Draco went down on one knee beside the Muggle and turned him over. "Yes," he said. "Probably a Killing Curse. He reached silver fingers out and closed the man's eyes. "Check the Death Eaters and gather any wands you find."
Ron closed his eyes at Draco's words and didn't move for a moment.
Ginny covered her mouth with her hand, Neville placing a hand on her shoulder.
Mr. Weasley shook his head sadly and bent to check one of the black figures for a wand.
Ron glared and moved forward. He delivered what was apparently the hardest kick he could to the nearest Death Eater and spat on their robes.
Draco made his way over to where Hermione and Mrs. Granger were, kneeling beside them. "Hermione ...." He trailed off, not knowing what to say.
Hermione turned her tear-streaked face to Draco, still holding her mother.
"Jim," Mrs. Granger sobbed. "Jim."
"Where's my father?" Hermione whispered.
Ron looked over then and got to his knees beside Draco.
Hermione looked at Ron. "Ron," she said, but when he shook his head and looked to the floor, she sobbed harder than ever, holding her mother closely.
Draco worked to control his face, to stay calm. "Hermione," he said, "your mother is welcome at my home." Then he stood up and faced the room. "Who else knows the location of Muggle families? We need to check on anyone and everyone who has Muggle relatives."
"I know many of the families," said Mr. Weasley, stepping forward.
"We need people who can Apparate to them," Draco said. Then his eyes grew wide. "Merde'! Fucking hell!"
Mr. Weasley looked startled.
"What is it?" asked Neville.
"The Dursleys!" Draco shouted. "Who can Apparate there?"
"I can," said Ron, but he didn't look like he wanted to leave Hermione.
"We can," said Fred, indicating himself and George.
"As can I," said Mr. Weasley. "We need to be as quick as we can."
"Ron, stay here with Hermione and Mrs. Granger. You two guard the prisoners," Draco said. "Fred, George, take Bill and Charlie. Mr. Weasley, take Ginny. Neville, with me. Ready?"
"Ready," said quite a few voices, and they all moved into position, grasping arms and looking determined.
Neville moved over to Draco and nodded.
"One, two, three," Draco said, and then Apparated them to the outside of the Dursley residence. The first thing he noticed was the Dark Mark hanging over the house.
"Fuck!" let out one of the twins.
"In!" said Mr. Weasley, although, from the look on his face, he didn't expect there to be anything inside to save.