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No Peace
Chapter Number/Total: 49/49
Chapter Title: No Peace
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There was light in the living room. A Christmas tree was still lit up with bright colours and tinsel. The only damage to the tree was the star, hanging sideways. The sofa was overturned and Vernon Dursley's body lay beside it, unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling. Dudley lay nearly under the tree as if he had been trying to crawl under it.
"My God," said Mr. Weasley, bending to check the two men. "Someone check for the woman."
"Check the upstairs rooms," Draco said to the Weasley sons, while he and Neville began searching downstairs. Draco was making his way down the hall when he heard something strange. There was a closet under the stairs and he opened it. Inside was the huddled form of Petunia Dursley. "Mrs. Dursley?" Draco asked.
Petunia looked up at Draco with her large, pale eyes, crying and terrified.
"They are gone now," he said. "We need to take you somewhere safe. Will you come with me?"
She looked like she didn't want to go anywhere with Draco. She huddled closer to the wall as if trying to be absorbed into it.
"Mrs. Dursley," Draco said, crouching beside her, "do you remember me? Harry's ... friend?"
She let out a gasping sob and looked at Draco once again. There was comprehension in her eyes, but she still didn't speak.
He sat down on the floor of the closet. "The ones who came here and did this. They are the people who killed your sister," he explained, "and they will kill you if I leave you here."
She shook violently. "Where's ... where's ...." she tried, but she couldn't seem to speak at all.
"There is no good way to tell you this," Draco said, "but your husband and son are dead."
Petunia screamed and curled into a ball on the floor. "No, no, no," she sobbed piteously. "No, please!"
Mr. Weasley came into the hall now. "Draco?" he asked, bending over to get a look inside the cupboard.
Draco looked over his shoulder at Mr. Weasley. "I found her but she won't come out," he said, "and if we leave her here, they will probably kill her."
Mr. Weasley frowned sadly and knelt down. "Mrs. Dursley," he said in the type of voice one might use next to the bed of someone ill, "we cannot leave you here. If they come back ... they will hurt you. We'll take you to Harry's place. You'll be safe there."
She looked up at the sound of Harry's name.
"Yes, Harry," said Mr. Weasley. "Your nephew."
"He can protect you," Draco said, quietly, trying to imitate the tone Mr. Weasley used.
"We'll need you to come out of there," Mr. Weasley said. "We're friends of Harry's. You might remember me? Ron's father."
Petunia was still shaking, but her sobs weren't as loud anymore. She was looking at Mr. Weasley as if frightened, but she looked like she might go with him.
"We can take you to Harry right now. All you have to do is come out of there."
It took at least five more minutes of coaxing from Mr. Weasley before she would come out. He helped her to her feet and she screwed her eyes shut, holding onto him tightly with her bony fingers.
Draco was relieved. He didn't really know what to do with the woman. "We need to take the survivors of the attacks somewhere safe," he said, "but my wards are still set pretty tight. I will go ahead and reset them to allow guests that Apparate with people we already allow in. You follow in a few minutes." The others had searched the house and found no one else. "Neville, go to Hermione and have her bring her mother to the Manor as well. Then the rest should also return so we can regroup and see if there is any word from the Aurors. Any questions?"
"No questions," said Charlie.
Neville had already Disapparated.
"You can go, Draco," said Mr. Weasley, patting Petunia on the back. "You should be quick."
Draco Apparated into the Manor's entrance hall. He concentrated, drawing the patterns in the air that were needed to reset the wards. He felt the magic shift and sighed. Then he turned to go into the sitting room where they had all been gathered earlier in the evening. He had to tell Harry and the others what had happened.
Harry was at the, for now, empty fireplace with Tonks, and Luna was hanging close by. Harry didn't notice Draco come in. His face was in his hands as he knelt there.
Tonks looked up, her face tense, as Draco entered. "Harry," she said quietly.
Draco walked across the room and knelt beside his husband, putting his arm around him. "I am here," he said quietly.
Harry lifted his head quickly and wrapped arms tightly around Draco. "Oh, God," he said, voice strained as he held him. "Draco."
Draco held him tight. "I am safe and none of our people were hurt during the fight."
"Seamus is dead," Harry said in a strained whisper. "They killed him." He clutched Draco tighter, so tight it hurt.
"Oh, hell," Draco said quietly, not even wanting to tell him the rest. "I need to tell you something before the others get here," he added.
Harry didn't know if he wanted to know, but he didn't say anything to stop Draco from talking.
Draco pulled back a bit to look into Harry's face, but still held him. "They attacked the Granger home, as we thought, and killed Hermione's father."
Harry was horrified. "No," he said, still speaking in that same whisper.
Draco nodded and took a deep breath. "They attacked Muggle relatives of wizards and witches," he said, "even yours."
Harry looked at Draco, confused. "Mine ...?" he asked. "The Dursleys?"
"Yes," Draco said. "Mrs. Dursley survived."
Harry was shocked and silent for a few moments before he looked absolutely furious. "There was no fucking point!" he yelled.
Draco pulled back further, the yelling startling him.
Harry used one hand to let go of Draco and grasp his own hair, trying to get control of himself and breathing heavily.
Draco didn't really mind Harry's anger. He understood it. But at the moment, he only felt numb. He looked up at Tonks. "The others will be in the entrance hall shortly. We will be having Muggle guests. Bring everyone in here." Then he called out, "Leakey."
The elf appeared quickly, bowing. "Leakey is sorry Master Harry is angry," the elf said.
"Nothing you or the elves need to worry about," Draco assured him. "We will be having several guests who are not comfortable around elves. Have all the house-elves keep out of sight unless one of us calls for you. We will need food and drinks for people coming in out of the cold. Set it up in the dining room and we will send people in for it."
"Yes, Master Draco," Leakey said, and disappeared again.
"They're coming here?" Harry asked, voice strained again, but at least he wasn't shouting.
Draco turned back to Harry, laying a hand on his arm to try to soothe him. "Hermione will want her mother nearby and safe. And I didn't know what else to do with Mrs. Dursley," he explained. "This is the only safe place I have control over. What do you propose we do with them?"
"It's fine," Harry said, hugging Draco to him again. He looked up at the noise coming from the doorway to see Tonks leading everyone inside the room. He saw Hermione's mother, clinging to her, whom he had only seen once, and his aunt, and he had no idea what to say to her.
He got shakily to his feet, dragging Draco up with him, unwilling to let him go just yet.
Draco held his husband close, arm around his shoulders and Harry's arm around his waist. "Welcome to our home," he said to the newcomers. "I wish it was under better circumstances. If you need anything, please let anyone here know."
Hermione led her mother over to the sofa, arms still around her.
Harry stared at Aunt Petunia, who was being supported by Mr. Weasley. He squeezed Draco's waist and then gently let him go, albeit reluctantly, and stepped forward. "I - I don't know what to - You're welcome here for as long as you need."
There was silence between them apart from Aunt Petunia's small gasping sobs, before she rushed forward suddenly and clung to Harry.
Harry's eyes went wide and he was still as stone before, slowly and hesitantly, closing his arms gently about her. He wasn't sure if there were any words to describe how utterly odd he felt in that moment.
Draco nodded, feeling like this was the right thing to do after all. He turned to Tonks, pulling her aside. "So, Seamus, and who else?" he asked.
Tonks took a deep, shaky breath and met his eyes. "We won't have a count for a while, but it will be high. They had to have been planning this for some time," she explained. "At some houses, there were no survivors."
Harry continued to hug Aunt Petunia and he couldn't remember having ever been hugged by her before. When he thought her crying had mostly subsided, he opened his mouth and hesitated before he said, "I know - I know that ... there probably isn't anything that will make you feel better ... but there's food ... and we can set you up with a room."
She didn't say anything.
He bit his lip and swallowed. "Would you like to sit down?"
It was a few seconds before he felt her nod.
He sighed very quietly and led her over to the couch, sitting away from Hermione and her mother.
Draco breathed deep, steadying himself. He was not shocked. No. He had been raised to look forward to a day like today, so he knew what the Death Eaters were capable of. He shuddered, because this wasn't all they would do before it was over. "Thanks, Tonks," he said. "Keep monitoring things and let me know when there is more news."
The Weasleys had all filed in and were quiet. Draco turned back to them. "Mrs. Weasley? There will be food and drinks in the dining room that can be brought in here for our guests. Our regular servants will stay out of the way for now," he explained. "Charlie, come with me. Anyone else hurt?"
No one said anything, but they shook their heads.
Charlie stepped forward and opened the flap of his shirt to examine his own wound.
"Ginny, Luna? Would you girls help me bring in some food?" said Mrs. Weasley, her eyes red around the edges, but her face determined and kind.
"Of course, Mum," said Ginny.
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley," said Luna and they followed her out of the room to help.
Draco led Charlie out of the room. "I am Apparating us to my potions lab," he warned the man before taking his arm and doing that.
Harry watched Draco leave the room and didn't want him to, but let him. He knew he had left to heal Charlie's injury.
It was a few short minutes before Mrs. Weasley was coming in with Ginny and Luna, bearing trays of food and tea.
"Aunt Petunia, there's tea," Harry said quietly. "Would you like me to make you some?"
She sniffled against his chest and he took that as a, "Maybe later."
Draco found the appropriate potions and healed Charlie, then had a house-elf bring him a clean shirt to replace the bloody, torn one. Then they returned to the sitting room.
"Thanks," Charlie said again, rubbing his chest where the gash had been.
Harry gave a tiny sigh of relief at the sight of Draco again.
Draco looked around the room, making sure everyone was comfortable, and then he headed for the sofa where Harry and Mrs. Dursley were sitting. Tonks intercepted him on the way.
"Draco," she said, "Shacklebolt says the Ministry is doing a records search and sending people to every Muggle family home connected with wizarding people. It's ... bad. Real bad. And it will take all night just to check them all."
Mr. Weasley, who was standing nearby, looked up at that. "Merlin," he said, shaking his head. "All of them?"
Tonks looked pale and turned toward him, nodding.
Comprehension dawned on Draco. "Tonks, do you want to go to them? We can send people with you?" he asked.
She smiled but shook her head. "Grandmum and Grandpa were with my mum and dad tonight. So they are safe. I checked."
Draco nodded, relieved.
Harry was looking over at the small group Draco was talking with, his eyes on his pale-blond head.
"You okay?" Ginny asked from behind him, gripping his shoulder.
He nodded. "Yeah - I - I'm fine." But he didn't know if that was completely true.
Draco pulled away, leaving Mr. Weasley to let the rest of his family know what was going on. He walked over and sank down to one knee beside his husband. "Anything I can get either of you?" he asked Harry and Mrs. Dursley.
"Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked. "Do you want anything to eat. Or there is still that tea."
She sniffed again.
Harry sighed and looked to Draco. "I'd like some tea, and you can get her some too. Just in case. Milk and three sugars for her." He smiled sadly at him, wishing to wrap arms around him.
Tea service was laid out on a nearby table and Draco poured some for all three of them, setting cups in front of the other two and then bringing his own back. He reached for his wand to move a chair and then stopped. Sighing, he dragged one of the lighter chairs closer and sat down near Harry.
Harry reached a hand out for him. "What's going on?" he asked quietly, ignoring the tea for the moment.
Draco took his hand and squeezed it gently. "The Ministry is doing record searches but it looks bad," he said quietly. "They have to locate and then check Muggle relatives of every witch and wizard in the country. And those checked so far have been hit."
"Merlin," Harry said, voice filled with quiet anger. "This is because of Bellatrix, isn't it?" Although he didn't really need to ask.
"We know why they didn't hit right away now," Draco said. "They have been planning this."
Harry sighed, closing his eyes for a few seconds. "Everyone's okay. All our people?" he asked, just to double check.
Draco nodded, squeezing his hand again. "Yes," he said, "I believe so. Tonks' dad's parents are safe."
"Good," Harry said, relieved. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Hermione and her mother. "Aunt Petunia?" he tried again, noticing that she was quiet.
She didn't answer.
"Is there a handkerchief or tissues anywhere?" Harry asked.
Draco pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him.
Harry took it and tried to get Aunt Petunia to take it from him. She did after a few moments, sitting up a bit straighter to wipe at her nose and eyes.
Harry took the opportunity to grab both their cups of tea and she actually took hers this time. He didn't really know what else to say to her.
"Merlin, I'm glad you're okay," he said to Draco, holding his hand tighter.
"I wish we had gotten there sooner," Draco said quietly, watching Mrs. Dursley curiously.
Harry nodded. "Where did that letter come fro-" But then he understood who it had probably come from and sighed again.
"I have had rooms prepared for everyone," Draco said. "Hermione's mother will share a suite with her. I figure Ron will probably stay in a different room until they work this out. Do you want your aunt's room near ours?"
Aunt Petunia looked at Harry, seeming frightened.
"Yeah," Harry said. "Yeah, put her in a room near ours. Aunt Petunia, I'll only be a bit away. I won't go far, I promise."
She still looked a little scared but nodded. She mouthed silently for a moment. "Thank you," she said finally, and she seemed to struggle with getting the words out. Her face flushed and she looked with tear brimmed eyes at her tea.
"It's no trouble," Harry said quietly, feeling odd again.
Draco reached for his wand again and then shook his head. He stood up, still holding Harry's hand. He cleared his throat and then looked around, waiting for everyone's attention. "What has happened is terrible and I admit I can't begin to put it into words. I am confident that our home is safe here. There are rooms for you when you are ready. We probably won't know much more until morning or even later. So please try to get some rest. We may be needed tomorrow to help with what comes next."
Harry nodded, looking around the room.
All of the Weasleys were pale and shaken-looking. After Draco's announcement, Mr. Weasley and Tonks went back to speaking with Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George. Fleur was standing slightly behind Bill, watching him with her very widened, pretty eyes.
Neville went to help Ginny and Luna, who were still occupied with the food and exchanging slightly scared glances every time they passed one another.
Ron was standing slightly to the right of where Hermione and her mother were, looking at them and looking lost himself.
All in all, the room and its occupants was not a pretty sight.
And Harry sighed sadly, not knowing what to do to help any of them.
Draco leaned over and placed a kiss on the top of Harry's head and then sat down in the chair again. At least they were together and safe, for the moment.
Harry stared at his knees. It was going to get worse. This was just a taste. Just a little revenge. He knew it.
He looked up at Draco and felt just a tiny bit of the pain leave him. They would get though this. He would do it. For his friends - his family, his husband and his child. He was going to kill the monster who could no longer be called a man. He'd stopped being a man long before he'd killed Harry's own parents - long before any of this had started. Harry wasn't sure when he would have Lord Voldemort. He wasn't sure how, but he would get his revenge, and of that, he was sure.
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Chapter Title: No Peace
Words: 3159 Words
There was light in the living room. A Christmas tree was still lit up with bright colours and tinsel. The only damage to the tree was the star, hanging sideways. The sofa was overturned and Vernon Dursley's body lay beside it, unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling. Dudley lay nearly under the tree as if he had been trying to crawl under it.
"My God," said Mr. Weasley, bending to check the two men. "Someone check for the woman."
"Check the upstairs rooms," Draco said to the Weasley sons, while he and Neville began searching downstairs. Draco was making his way down the hall when he heard something strange. There was a closet under the stairs and he opened it. Inside was the huddled form of Petunia Dursley. "Mrs. Dursley?" Draco asked.
Petunia looked up at Draco with her large, pale eyes, crying and terrified.
"They are gone now," he said. "We need to take you somewhere safe. Will you come with me?"
She looked like she didn't want to go anywhere with Draco. She huddled closer to the wall as if trying to be absorbed into it.
"Mrs. Dursley," Draco said, crouching beside her, "do you remember me? Harry's ... friend?"
She let out a gasping sob and looked at Draco once again. There was comprehension in her eyes, but she still didn't speak.
He sat down on the floor of the closet. "The ones who came here and did this. They are the people who killed your sister," he explained, "and they will kill you if I leave you here."
She shook violently. "Where's ... where's ...." she tried, but she couldn't seem to speak at all.
"There is no good way to tell you this," Draco said, "but your husband and son are dead."
Petunia screamed and curled into a ball on the floor. "No, no, no," she sobbed piteously. "No, please!"
Mr. Weasley came into the hall now. "Draco?" he asked, bending over to get a look inside the cupboard.
Draco looked over his shoulder at Mr. Weasley. "I found her but she won't come out," he said, "and if we leave her here, they will probably kill her."
Mr. Weasley frowned sadly and knelt down. "Mrs. Dursley," he said in the type of voice one might use next to the bed of someone ill, "we cannot leave you here. If they come back ... they will hurt you. We'll take you to Harry's place. You'll be safe there."
She looked up at the sound of Harry's name.
"Yes, Harry," said Mr. Weasley. "Your nephew."
"He can protect you," Draco said, quietly, trying to imitate the tone Mr. Weasley used.
"We'll need you to come out of there," Mr. Weasley said. "We're friends of Harry's. You might remember me? Ron's father."
Petunia was still shaking, but her sobs weren't as loud anymore. She was looking at Mr. Weasley as if frightened, but she looked like she might go with him.
"We can take you to Harry right now. All you have to do is come out of there."
It took at least five more minutes of coaxing from Mr. Weasley before she would come out. He helped her to her feet and she screwed her eyes shut, holding onto him tightly with her bony fingers.
Draco was relieved. He didn't really know what to do with the woman. "We need to take the survivors of the attacks somewhere safe," he said, "but my wards are still set pretty tight. I will go ahead and reset them to allow guests that Apparate with people we already allow in. You follow in a few minutes." The others had searched the house and found no one else. "Neville, go to Hermione and have her bring her mother to the Manor as well. Then the rest should also return so we can regroup and see if there is any word from the Aurors. Any questions?"
"No questions," said Charlie.
Neville had already Disapparated.
"You can go, Draco," said Mr. Weasley, patting Petunia on the back. "You should be quick."
Draco Apparated into the Manor's entrance hall. He concentrated, drawing the patterns in the air that were needed to reset the wards. He felt the magic shift and sighed. Then he turned to go into the sitting room where they had all been gathered earlier in the evening. He had to tell Harry and the others what had happened.
Harry was at the, for now, empty fireplace with Tonks, and Luna was hanging close by. Harry didn't notice Draco come in. His face was in his hands as he knelt there.
Tonks looked up, her face tense, as Draco entered. "Harry," she said quietly.
Draco walked across the room and knelt beside his husband, putting his arm around him. "I am here," he said quietly.
Harry lifted his head quickly and wrapped arms tightly around Draco. "Oh, God," he said, voice strained as he held him. "Draco."
Draco held him tight. "I am safe and none of our people were hurt during the fight."
"Seamus is dead," Harry said in a strained whisper. "They killed him." He clutched Draco tighter, so tight it hurt.
"Oh, hell," Draco said quietly, not even wanting to tell him the rest. "I need to tell you something before the others get here," he added.
Harry didn't know if he wanted to know, but he didn't say anything to stop Draco from talking.
Draco pulled back a bit to look into Harry's face, but still held him. "They attacked the Granger home, as we thought, and killed Hermione's father."
Harry was horrified. "No," he said, still speaking in that same whisper.
Draco nodded and took a deep breath. "They attacked Muggle relatives of wizards and witches," he said, "even yours."
Harry looked at Draco, confused. "Mine ...?" he asked. "The Dursleys?"
"Yes," Draco said. "Mrs. Dursley survived."
Harry was shocked and silent for a few moments before he looked absolutely furious. "There was no fucking point!" he yelled.
Draco pulled back further, the yelling startling him.
Harry used one hand to let go of Draco and grasp his own hair, trying to get control of himself and breathing heavily.
Draco didn't really mind Harry's anger. He understood it. But at the moment, he only felt numb. He looked up at Tonks. "The others will be in the entrance hall shortly. We will be having Muggle guests. Bring everyone in here." Then he called out, "Leakey."
The elf appeared quickly, bowing. "Leakey is sorry Master Harry is angry," the elf said.
"Nothing you or the elves need to worry about," Draco assured him. "We will be having several guests who are not comfortable around elves. Have all the house-elves keep out of sight unless one of us calls for you. We will need food and drinks for people coming in out of the cold. Set it up in the dining room and we will send people in for it."
"Yes, Master Draco," Leakey said, and disappeared again.
"They're coming here?" Harry asked, voice strained again, but at least he wasn't shouting.
Draco turned back to Harry, laying a hand on his arm to try to soothe him. "Hermione will want her mother nearby and safe. And I didn't know what else to do with Mrs. Dursley," he explained. "This is the only safe place I have control over. What do you propose we do with them?"
"It's fine," Harry said, hugging Draco to him again. He looked up at the noise coming from the doorway to see Tonks leading everyone inside the room. He saw Hermione's mother, clinging to her, whom he had only seen once, and his aunt, and he had no idea what to say to her.
He got shakily to his feet, dragging Draco up with him, unwilling to let him go just yet.
Draco held his husband close, arm around his shoulders and Harry's arm around his waist. "Welcome to our home," he said to the newcomers. "I wish it was under better circumstances. If you need anything, please let anyone here know."
Hermione led her mother over to the sofa, arms still around her.
Harry stared at Aunt Petunia, who was being supported by Mr. Weasley. He squeezed Draco's waist and then gently let him go, albeit reluctantly, and stepped forward. "I - I don't know what to - You're welcome here for as long as you need."
There was silence between them apart from Aunt Petunia's small gasping sobs, before she rushed forward suddenly and clung to Harry.
Harry's eyes went wide and he was still as stone before, slowly and hesitantly, closing his arms gently about her. He wasn't sure if there were any words to describe how utterly odd he felt in that moment.
Draco nodded, feeling like this was the right thing to do after all. He turned to Tonks, pulling her aside. "So, Seamus, and who else?" he asked.
Tonks took a deep, shaky breath and met his eyes. "We won't have a count for a while, but it will be high. They had to have been planning this for some time," she explained. "At some houses, there were no survivors."
Harry continued to hug Aunt Petunia and he couldn't remember having ever been hugged by her before. When he thought her crying had mostly subsided, he opened his mouth and hesitated before he said, "I know - I know that ... there probably isn't anything that will make you feel better ... but there's food ... and we can set you up with a room."
She didn't say anything.
He bit his lip and swallowed. "Would you like to sit down?"
It was a few seconds before he felt her nod.
He sighed very quietly and led her over to the couch, sitting away from Hermione and her mother.
Draco breathed deep, steadying himself. He was not shocked. No. He had been raised to look forward to a day like today, so he knew what the Death Eaters were capable of. He shuddered, because this wasn't all they would do before it was over. "Thanks, Tonks," he said. "Keep monitoring things and let me know when there is more news."
The Weasleys had all filed in and were quiet. Draco turned back to them. "Mrs. Weasley? There will be food and drinks in the dining room that can be brought in here for our guests. Our regular servants will stay out of the way for now," he explained. "Charlie, come with me. Anyone else hurt?"
No one said anything, but they shook their heads.
Charlie stepped forward and opened the flap of his shirt to examine his own wound.
"Ginny, Luna? Would you girls help me bring in some food?" said Mrs. Weasley, her eyes red around the edges, but her face determined and kind.
"Of course, Mum," said Ginny.
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley," said Luna and they followed her out of the room to help.
Draco led Charlie out of the room. "I am Apparating us to my potions lab," he warned the man before taking his arm and doing that.
Harry watched Draco leave the room and didn't want him to, but let him. He knew he had left to heal Charlie's injury.
It was a few short minutes before Mrs. Weasley was coming in with Ginny and Luna, bearing trays of food and tea.
"Aunt Petunia, there's tea," Harry said quietly. "Would you like me to make you some?"
She sniffled against his chest and he took that as a, "Maybe later."
Draco found the appropriate potions and healed Charlie, then had a house-elf bring him a clean shirt to replace the bloody, torn one. Then they returned to the sitting room.
"Thanks," Charlie said again, rubbing his chest where the gash had been.
Harry gave a tiny sigh of relief at the sight of Draco again.
Draco looked around the room, making sure everyone was comfortable, and then he headed for the sofa where Harry and Mrs. Dursley were sitting. Tonks intercepted him on the way.
"Draco," she said, "Shacklebolt says the Ministry is doing a records search and sending people to every Muggle family home connected with wizarding people. It's ... bad. Real bad. And it will take all night just to check them all."
Mr. Weasley, who was standing nearby, looked up at that. "Merlin," he said, shaking his head. "All of them?"
Tonks looked pale and turned toward him, nodding.
Comprehension dawned on Draco. "Tonks, do you want to go to them? We can send people with you?" he asked.
She smiled but shook her head. "Grandmum and Grandpa were with my mum and dad tonight. So they are safe. I checked."
Draco nodded, relieved.
Harry was looking over at the small group Draco was talking with, his eyes on his pale-blond head.
"You okay?" Ginny asked from behind him, gripping his shoulder.
He nodded. "Yeah - I - I'm fine." But he didn't know if that was completely true.
Draco pulled away, leaving Mr. Weasley to let the rest of his family know what was going on. He walked over and sank down to one knee beside his husband. "Anything I can get either of you?" he asked Harry and Mrs. Dursley.
"Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked. "Do you want anything to eat. Or there is still that tea."
She sniffed again.
Harry sighed and looked to Draco. "I'd like some tea, and you can get her some too. Just in case. Milk and three sugars for her." He smiled sadly at him, wishing to wrap arms around him.
Tea service was laid out on a nearby table and Draco poured some for all three of them, setting cups in front of the other two and then bringing his own back. He reached for his wand to move a chair and then stopped. Sighing, he dragged one of the lighter chairs closer and sat down near Harry.
Harry reached a hand out for him. "What's going on?" he asked quietly, ignoring the tea for the moment.
Draco took his hand and squeezed it gently. "The Ministry is doing record searches but it looks bad," he said quietly. "They have to locate and then check Muggle relatives of every witch and wizard in the country. And those checked so far have been hit."
"Merlin," Harry said, voice filled with quiet anger. "This is because of Bellatrix, isn't it?" Although he didn't really need to ask.
"We know why they didn't hit right away now," Draco said. "They have been planning this."
Harry sighed, closing his eyes for a few seconds. "Everyone's okay. All our people?" he asked, just to double check.
Draco nodded, squeezing his hand again. "Yes," he said, "I believe so. Tonks' dad's parents are safe."
"Good," Harry said, relieved. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Hermione and her mother. "Aunt Petunia?" he tried again, noticing that she was quiet.
She didn't answer.
"Is there a handkerchief or tissues anywhere?" Harry asked.
Draco pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him.
Harry took it and tried to get Aunt Petunia to take it from him. She did after a few moments, sitting up a bit straighter to wipe at her nose and eyes.
Harry took the opportunity to grab both their cups of tea and she actually took hers this time. He didn't really know what else to say to her.
"Merlin, I'm glad you're okay," he said to Draco, holding his hand tighter.
"I wish we had gotten there sooner," Draco said quietly, watching Mrs. Dursley curiously.
Harry nodded. "Where did that letter come fro-" But then he understood who it had probably come from and sighed again.
"I have had rooms prepared for everyone," Draco said. "Hermione's mother will share a suite with her. I figure Ron will probably stay in a different room until they work this out. Do you want your aunt's room near ours?"
Aunt Petunia looked at Harry, seeming frightened.
"Yeah," Harry said. "Yeah, put her in a room near ours. Aunt Petunia, I'll only be a bit away. I won't go far, I promise."
She still looked a little scared but nodded. She mouthed silently for a moment. "Thank you," she said finally, and she seemed to struggle with getting the words out. Her face flushed and she looked with tear brimmed eyes at her tea.
"It's no trouble," Harry said quietly, feeling odd again.
Draco reached for his wand again and then shook his head. He stood up, still holding Harry's hand. He cleared his throat and then looked around, waiting for everyone's attention. "What has happened is terrible and I admit I can't begin to put it into words. I am confident that our home is safe here. There are rooms for you when you are ready. We probably won't know much more until morning or even later. So please try to get some rest. We may be needed tomorrow to help with what comes next."
Harry nodded, looking around the room.
All of the Weasleys were pale and shaken-looking. After Draco's announcement, Mr. Weasley and Tonks went back to speaking with Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George. Fleur was standing slightly behind Bill, watching him with her very widened, pretty eyes.
Neville went to help Ginny and Luna, who were still occupied with the food and exchanging slightly scared glances every time they passed one another.
Ron was standing slightly to the right of where Hermione and her mother were, looking at them and looking lost himself.
All in all, the room and its occupants was not a pretty sight.
And Harry sighed sadly, not knowing what to do to help any of them.
Draco leaned over and placed a kiss on the top of Harry's head and then sat down in the chair again. At least they were together and safe, for the moment.
Harry stared at his knees. It was going to get worse. This was just a taste. Just a little revenge. He knew it.
He looked up at Draco and felt just a tiny bit of the pain leave him. They would get though this. He would do it. For his friends - his family, his husband and his child. He was going to kill the monster who could no longer be called a man. He'd stopped being a man long before he'd killed Harry's own parents - long before any of this had started. Harry wasn't sure when he would have Lord Voldemort. He wasn't sure how, but he would get his revenge, and of that, he was sure.
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