Alone

Chapter 22

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

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Jake swore as he hastily threw off his robes and pulled on a pair of dark pants and a black T-shirt.

Great, he thought angrily as he ran his hand through his hair. Just damn great! They just had to go and get themselves killed didn't they?!

There was a hesitant knock on the door and Jake yanked it open. Derek stood in the doorway, looking warily at him. In all his time as Jake's friend, he had never seen him that angry.

"What's wrong?" Derek asked, not sure how to approach Jake. Jake sighed and sat on the sofa.

"They went to Malfoy Manor," he said in a toneless voice. Derek's eyes widened.

"They did WHAT?" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. Jake smiled briefly.

"Exactly the same expression that I had," he informed Derek. Derek only nodded numbly before plopping back down into the sofa.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked softly, knowing that Jake could not just sit here and wait and do nothing. Jake sighed and ran his hand through his hair again.

"Go after them. After all, they are, er, were my friends," Jake said, slipping a little. Derek gave him a hard look.

"You know, if you want to stay here, I have nothing against it. Nor will Matt or Lizzi or your endless string of girlfriends," Derek added with a grin. Jake poked his tongue out at him and threw a pillow at the unsuspecting Derek. Even though times were tough, it always did him good to laugh and have fun.

After all, if he's not fighting for a world full of laughter and fun, then what was the use fighting at all?

The pair was interrupted again by another knock. Jake walked over to the door and opened it. Standing in the doorway was Fred and George Weasley.

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Light penetrated Draco's unconsciousness slowly. The blond groaned and sat up, taking in a sharp breath when pain exploded in his head. Muttering about evil blue eyes and flying freckles, Draco gingerly touched the bump on the back of his head.

It seemed that the Death Eaters didn't care how hard they threw him into the cell or whether he would get any sort of brain damage resulting from the throw. Swearing softly, Draco stumbled to his feet and glanced out of the barred door of his cell. Directly opposite of him was Ron Weasley and he was glaring at him with such intensity, that it surprised Draco for a moment.

"What's your problem?" Draco snarled, not in the mood to be nice, goody-goody and Gryffindorish. Ron's glared only filled with more hatred.

"What you'd do? Not to the satisfaction of your master?" Ron spat as Draco took a step back.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Draco demanded as Ron snorted.

"What part of 'your master' do you not understand?" Ron asked in outrage as Draco narrowed his eyes.

"I hope that you are not implying that Voldemort is my master," Draco said icily as Ron rolled his eyes.

"That's exactly what I'm implying," Ron retorted as Draco tried to control his rage.

"Are you retarded, Weasley?!" Draco asked angrily as Ron only glared. "If I was a Death Eater, then why the hell am I here?! In a cell?! Stuck opposite you!? Shouldn't I be torturing Muggles and Muggle-borns?!"

Ron only shrugged.

"Who knows how your Death Eater mind works," he said casually as Draco fumed.

"You God-damn son-of-a-bitch," Draco spat before going back into his cell and leaning against the wall.

"Man, did Weasley get dumber or is it just me?" Blaise asked innocently from the cell next to Draco as the blond snorted in laughter.

"He got dumber," he replied, as Ron turned red.

"Didn't think that was possible," Blaise muttered as Draco actually laughed.

"It wasn't until Weasley came along," Draco retorted. Before Ron could explode, Hermione cut in.

"Don't be stupid Ron. You know as well as I do that Draco isn't working for Voldemort. If he was, both he and Zabini wouldn't be stuck here like us," Hermione said flatly, her eyes apologetic as she glanced at Draco. Draco just shrugged indifferently, not letting the hurt he was feeling show through.

"Do you know how long we've been here?" Draco asked as Hermione checked her watch.

"We've been here for about twenty hours," she answered and Draco sighed.

"Dumbledore should know we're in trouble by now," he said softly and sat down, leaning against the wall again.

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Jake stared in shock at the twins in front of him.

"Fred, George," he said politely as the two Weasleys looked apologetically at him.

"We're so sorry Harry," Fred said as George nodded sadly. Their normal happy-go-lucky selves all but disappeared, and frankly, Jake hadn't thought that was possible.

"Yeah we are," George said quietly as Jake gave both of them the evil eye, but sighed.

"Come in. I don't have the energy or time to shout and throw a tantrum at you two right now. However, if you get in line, I'm sure I can fit you in some time next week," Jake said, attempting at light humour. The twins cracked a weak smile and sat down on the sofa.

"I take it you've heard about Ron and Hermione?" Jake said after introducing Derek to them. Both nodded glumly and Jake sighed.

"I was just about to leave anyway," Jake said and grabbed his broomstick, intending on going the same way the others had gone to Malfoy Manor. Fred and George jumped to their feet.

"We're coming too," they said in unison and Jake shook his head.

"No, you two stay here," he said firmly and watched in relief as the twins sagged back down onto the sofa in disappointment.

"One person is easier to travel than three anyway," he explained before he grabbed his wand, the invisibility potion, said goodbye and launched himself from the window.

"The Boy Who Just Refuses to Drop Dead to the rescue," Jake muttered ironically before flying in the direction of Malfoy Manor.

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Lucius came to with a groan and sat up. He rubbed the lump on his head where his oh so gentle son had thrown him head first into the room. Not that he blamed Draco, of course. He probably would've done the same thing if he were in Draco's shoes.

Cursing himself for the thousandth time for being weak, Lucius stumbled over to the door. Trying the knob, Lucius swore when he realised it was locked. Hitting it with every unlocking charm he knew, Lucius grew more frustrated when nothing seemed to work.

"Open, damn it!" he shouted. Sighing in annoyance, Lucius just blew the door open with his wand. Stepping over the pieces of wood, Lucius looked furiously around him.

Where did that psychotic, good for nothing bastard put his son?

The dungeon, Lucius suddenly remembered and hurried towards the dungeon without another thought.

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Jake landed on the grounds of Malfoy Manor and his invisible scar began to burn slightly. Rubbing at it, Jake hurried for the nearest door.

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The pair of blue eyes blazed with anger. Damn it! How could he have lost control of Lucius?

Thundering through the halls he headed towards the dungeons, sure that the older Malfoy would go there to get his son.

On the way, he took the prisoner he had been keeping an eye on for six years with him.

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Lucy looked in annoyance at Voldemort. She was tired, she was hungry, and she was pissed as hell. She had been in this room stuck with Voldemort for God knows how long listening to him talk about his plans, about his childhood, and about some other shit that she really wasn't paying attention to.

"So, Lucy, what do you think about your father?" Voldemort hissed as Lucy glared in defiance at him.

"I would rather die than help a monster like you," she spat as Voldemort merely looked amused.

"Really now?" he asked as Lucy's glare only intensified.

"You have your mother's rebellion," Voldemort said as Lucy back away slightly.

"Shut up!" she screamed. "I don't care if I have my mother's rebellion or not. I just want out of here!"

Voldemort laughed cruelly and muttered something under his breath. A young Death Eater shuffled nervously into the room.

"Bring me the prisoners," Voldemort ordered. The Death Eater bowed respectfully before hurrying off to do his master's bidding.

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Jake glanced at the two unconscious Death Eaters blocking entrance to the dungeons. Without a doubt he knew that the others would be there. Levitating the Death Eaters into a nearby cell and robbing them of their keys, Jake set forth to find the stupid, idiotic ex-friends of his.

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Lucius ran down the line of cells looking for his son. Getting past the guards was easy enough, now all he had to do now was find one person in this underground maze of his.

Real easy, Lucius thought sarcastically, but stopped as he heard voices.

"We've been here for about twenty hours."

It took Lucius a moment to figure out that it was Hermione Granger's voice that he heard.

Rushing down that corridor Lucius stopped dead when all the pairs of eyes turned towards him and each burned with such hatred that he nearly flinched. Nearly being the keyword.

"What are you doing here?" Draco spat at his father as Lucius stepped forward.

"You don't understand Draco, but you have to trust me at this moment," Lucius insisted as Draco glared.

"You're kidding me, right?" he said flatly. "You kill Mother, and then abandon me, and you expect me to trust you?"

Lucius sighed; he could tell that this wasn't going to be easy.

"I'll explain all that later, but right now you have to trust me," Lucius said desperately as he fumbled for the keys to the cell lock. Draco's eyes narrowed as he watched Lucius swing open the door.

"Why are you doing this? What kind of game are you playing?" Draco demanded. Lucius ran his hand through his hair in annoyance.

"This isn't a game Draco," he snapped. "This is for real."

"Oh, I agree completely with that," another voice said. Everybody whipped around and everybody's jaws dropped.

"What are you doing here?" Lucius demanded, shielding Draco from the pair of blue eyes.

The pair of blue eyes laughed cruelly.

"My, my, Lucius. Did we forget our loyalties so easily?" he asked as Lucius ground his teeth together. Pointing his wand at the person's head, he glared with such hatred that Draco took a small step back.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Lucius," the pair of blue eyes said casually as he mentioned for the person behind him to come forward.

"You see, I have something that you might want," he continued, his wand pointed at a female's head.

Lucius lowered his wand and his eyes widened.

"Mother?" Draco asked, looking as if he was in a daze.

Percy Weasley laughed evilly and pushed Narcissa forward harshly. Narcissa fell to the ground painfully.

"You see Lucius," Percy said. "I have your beloved wife, the beautiful and very much alive Narcissa Malfoy."

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A/N See a cliff-hanger is solved. Percy was the blue eyed man, though I am not really sure that his eyes are blue. Ron's are, so I'm assuming that Percy's eyes are blue as well. I'm sorry if his eyes are actually brown or something, but in this story, his eyes are blue. *cackles evilly* bet you didn't see that coming. Narcissa is alive! *Muahahahahaha* I love cliff-hangers! *Finds herself tied to chair again* oh *nervous voice* hey guys! *Swallows and tries to get out of her bonds* I thought you would've have realised already that I love cliff-hangers. *Readers growl and s&p cowers in fear* I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself. *Readers advance with torture equipment* *gulp* hey, come on. I know you don't mean it, so why don't you untie my bonds and we'll all go and have some tea. *readers ignore s&p as they continue to sharpen their knives and the like* oh dear... seems like I've gotten myself in a spot of trouble. *readers gives s&p the evil eye* somebody help me! HELP ME! *screams are drowned out as readers gag her*

**Two hours later**

Hi, I'm back, a little bruised, a little hurt, but feeling fine. *Looks at the large bruises and broken bones and blinks in shock* Okay, maybe more than a little bruised. *feeling faint* I would like to thank all those who reviewed and encouraged me with the story so far before I die from the blood loss. Thank you, thank you thank you! I love you all, er; at least I love those who didn't participate in torturing me. *glares at readers who tortured her* *readers banish knives and s&p waves nervously* so, just so you know the end is coming up for the story, though I don't exactly know how many more chapters. I really have to go to a hospital now. Thanks for reviewing and reading and remember I love reviews! *hobbles off towards the hospital*