Alone

Chapter 21

"What no hug for your father, Draco?" Lucius asked, stepping out of the shadows and casting a disapproving look at Blaise that plainly said that his ass was going down.

Blaise paled even more and took a small step back.

"I'd rather not hug you, after all, I just cleaned my robe and I don't need any trash touching it," Draco said coldly, glaring at his father. Lucius narrowed his eyes.

"You're lucky My Lord wants to torture you himself, otherwise you might not be alive at the moment," Lucius hissed. Draco snorted.

"I think not Lucius. Stupefy." Draco threw the spell at his father, but Lucius dodged. Before Draco could raise his wand again, another voice had joined the fight.

"Stupefy," Blaise said. Draco closed his eyes, expecting the course to hit him at any moment, so, of course, it was a big surprise when he heard somebody fell with a thump. Opening one eye and peering out cautiously, Draco saw that his father was lying on the ground, unconscious.

"I've disappointed you for too long, Draco. Come on, let's go do what you came here for," Blaise said hurriedly, taking Lucius's feet and dragging him into the nearest room. Draco helped him and locked the door with the strongest magical charm he could remember and it could only be opened from the outside by the original caster.

"Let's go get the others," he said calmly and started to walk back the way he came from, intent on finding the rest of the Order.

~~*~~

"I told you Malfoy was a traitor," Ron hissed savagely, glaring out of the Order's hiding place. He sighed angrily and shook his head. Draco was nowhere in sight.

"Ron, he's served the Order for five years. I don't think he's a traitor," Hermione said, trying to calm her husband down.

"Then what's taking him so long? I bet that he's with You-Know-Who right now, getting people to come here and capture us. I knew that ferret couldn't change. Like father like son," Ron spat, glancing out of the room.

"That's it, I'm leaving. I am not going to sit around and wait for Death Eaters to come," Ron said harshly and yanked opened the door.

"Ron!" Hermione called softly, grabbing on to Ron's sleeve and closing the door in the same movement. "You can't leave. Draco will be looking for us when we should be looking for Lucy."

"I'm telling you, that ferret is a traitor, a spy," Ron said, trying to get Hermione to see reason. Sirius and Remus glanced at each other. Ginny was trying to break up the fight between Ron and Hermione, and the two didn't know what to do. Seamus was looking amused and a twenty-year old woman called Stella Grove was tore between anxiousness and laughing.

All movement and sound stopped in the room when they heard voices outside.

"Are you sure the Dark Lord said that the Order was here?" the first voice asked sceptically.

"Yeah, he just sent out an order about fifteen minutes ago. Members of the Order are here and we're to capture them alive," the second voice replied.

"How are we supposed to find them in a place this big?"

"Beats me."

The voices faded away and Ron had a triumphant look in his eyes.

"I told you Malfoy was a traitor," he said smugly. The rest of the people traded glances. Maybe Ron was right. Draco had been gone for about ten minutes and now Death Eaters were suddenly told to look for them.

"We've got to get out of here," Sirius said urgently. The rest of them nodded and they left the room silently.

~~*~~

Draco swore when he saw two Death Eaters walk into the corridor he had told the Order to wait. Hiding in the shadows, he and Blaise had a breather to think about what had just happened in the past few minutes. Draco had gotten his best friend back and Blaise had betrayed the Dark Lord. Draco's father was still alive and kicking and still seemed as bitter as ever. Draco sighed softly.

After ten minutes of waiting and Draco was sure that there was no one else there, he and Blaise crept up to the room and opened the door slowly. When he poked his head in and saw no one in the room, Draco swore so eloquently, that Blaise had to raise his eyebrows in wonder. He didn't even know half of what Draco was going on about, but it sounded impressive.

"They're not there," Draco whispered angrily, his eyes clouded over. Blaise frowned.

"Shit," he whispered. How could have he forgotten?!

"What?" Draco demanded, sounding slightly worried.

"Voldemort knows that you're here. He sent out the order for your capture twenty minutes ago," Blaise moaned and banged his head against the wall softly. Draco groaned in frustration and kicked the wall in anger.

All that got him was hopping on one foot, trying to dim the pain in his other one. Blaise snickered softly, but smothered the rest when he saw Draco glare at him.

"I doubt they're captured. After all, we didn't hear any sound of fights or anything before," Blaise reasoned logically as Draco nodded.

"Now all we have to do is find those idiots and knock their brains out. How fun," Draco muttered sarcastically, and the two set off to find the Order.

~~*~~

Jake yawned and got out of bed. Looking around, he felt uneasy as he stepped into the shower. Something was wrong. He could feel it. Something was so very, very wrong.

Striding into the Great Hall, the first thing he noticed was the empty seats. Sirius, Remus, Draco and Ginny's seat were empty, and they were nowhere to be found. Jake frowned and slid into his. Where were the others? He glanced at Dumbledore and nearly fell out of his seat. When he saw the old headmaster's forehead furrowed and looking more worried then Jake had ever seen him. The uneasy feeling in his stomach increased and Jake found himself too anxious to eat. Anxious for what, he didn't know.

"Hey, Jakie Boy," Derek said cheerfully, but immediately sobered when he saw the worried expression on Jake's face.

"What's wrong?" he asked gently. Jake's frown increased.

"That's it," he explained, completely baffled. "I don't know." Derek raised an eyebrow but refrained himself from commenting.

Severus came into the Great Hall in the worst mood anyone had ever seen him. Jake's face hardened, and he immediately knew that Severus knew what was going on. When Severus picked up his fork, he found it only to be snatched out his hand by a very pissed off looking Jake.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Stevens?" Severus snarled, trying to get his fork back. Jake glared back.

"I want to know what is going on," he said forcefully, reminding himself to calm down. Severus raised an eyebrow.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Now if you'll give me back my fork, I can eat," he said coldly, trying to stare Jake down. Jake was not fazed. He was used to being stared down at by opposing lawyers and let's just say, Severus's glare wasn't the scariest one he had ever come up against.

"No, I won't give anything to you until you tell me what the fuck is going on," Jake said angrily. How the hell could they expect him to help them do anything when they didn't tell him anything?

Severus sighed. Yes, it was going to be a bad day. A very long bad day indeed.

~~*~~

The Order didn't even know what was coming. They were sneaking around the shadows one minute and being stunned the next. The pair of cold blue eyes laughed cruelly at them. How pathetic and gullible they were, thinking that he would live like that for the rest of his life. After all, no one suspected him. How could they suspect a brilliant, perfect, uptight and loyal member to the Light Side-

"Come, let's go. We've got to throw them into the dungeons," a Death Eater interrupted his thoughts. The pair of blue eyes nodded and they walked towards the dungeons, levitating the seven prisoners in front of them.

The pair of blue eyes grinned mercilessly, making the other Death Eater shrink back in fear.

Oh yes, seven down, one to go. Not bad for a first attempt.

~~*~~

"They did WHAT?!" Jake shouted, jumping to his feet and startling the whole hall. At that very moment, he was staring in disbelief and anger at the headmaster.

"How could you let them do that?! For God's sake, they don't even know what she looks like!" Jake said angrily as Dumbledore looked at him sadly.

"I thought the eight of them could handle it," he explained.

Right now, Dumbledore was having a dilemma. The eight members of the Order he had sent to Malfoy Manor was only supposed to be gone for a night. They were to get Lucy and come back before Jake was any the wiser. Now, by morning, none of them had returned and no news reached them. Severus had just attended a Death Eater meeting, but no word came of the members being captured. Right now, no one knew if they prisoners or still roaming the Manor.

"And they were supposed to be back by this morning?" Jake asked, trying to get as much information as possible. Dumbledore nodded.

"Oh God," Jake moaned and walked quickly out of the hall.

Sure he didn't like any of them that much, but that didn't mean he wanted them dead. Hell, he didn't even want them hurt. Now before he could make amends, they had to go and get themselves killed trying to save Lucy.

"Shit," Jake muttered and ran the rest of the way to his room.

~~*~~

Draco and Blaise had searched the manor for the whole night, but to no avail. They still couldn't find the rest of the Order members and Draco, in their haste, had forgotten to tell Blaise why he was here.

"Why are you here anyway?" Blaise suddenly asked. Draco jumped and turned around, the crap scared out of him.

"Damn, don't just sneak up on people like that," Draco snapped as Blaise resisted the urge to snicker.

"I don't think walking behind someone for most of the night is classified as sneaking up on someone; besides, you haven't answered my question," Blaise informed Draco matter-of-factly. Draco muttered something under his breath but answered Blaise.

"I'm looking for Lucy Campbell, you know? A Muggle," Draco explained and watched curiously as Blaise turned pale.

"Lucy?" he asked weakly as Draco raised an eyebrow.

"I wasn't aware Death Eaters were on first name basis with their prisoners," Draco remarked with a meaningful glance at Blaise and watched with barely contained amusement as Blaise turned an alarming shade of red.

"Shut up," Blaise snapped.

"Do you know who she is?" Draco asked and Blaise nodded, happy for the change in topic.

"Yeah, I was the one who had to go and get her," he explained. Draco nodded and Blaise continued.

"Voldemort seemed very interested in her. The whole attack was to get her. I don't know why she was so important to Voldie, but she was," Blaise said was a sigh.

"You don't know?" Draco asked, surprised. Blaise shot him a weird look and shook his head.

"Nope," he answered. Draco sighed and leaned against the wall. Walking for the whole night really got to you after a while.

"Well apparently, Lucy is Voldie's daughter," Draco said as Blaise's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"What?!" he exclaimed.

"That piece of information should come in handy. Thank you very much for it Draco," a cold voice cut in. Draco and Blaise spun around, only to be stunned immediately.

"You!" were the last words Draco said before he fell to the ground, and a pair of cold blue eyes the last thing he remembered seeing.