He decided not to think about it, and just went forward, Ron and Hermione following. They walked slowly, trying to make sure that their shoes didn’t make any sound, when they heard voices.
“My Lord, the Malfoy boy is being taken care of as we speak.” It sounded like Bellatrix; Harry leaned forward and saw that it indeed, was Bella.
“Don’t you feel any sympathy for your nephew, Bella? He is your own blood after all.” Voldemorts, high, eerie voice made Harry’s hair stand on end.
“No, My Lord, he means nothing to me, trying to run, he shouldn’t have tried that, and he must be punished for his actions.” Bella smiled wickedly, and Voldemort nodded.
“Fine, do as you wish, leave.” He shooed her away, and she left the room, passing Hermione as she went. Hermione froze, and she tried not to breathe, but Bellatrix passed her, not even caring. Harry wondered what they were doing to Malfoy, when Bellatrix turned around wand pointed straight to Hermione.
“Show yourselves! You can’t hide forever!” Harry knew that they couldn’t, and all at the same time, the trio raised their wands, and took away their shields, making themselves completely visible. “Ah! My Lord! It’s the Potter! And his little friends! Come quick everyone!” Bella screeched, and eventually, all available Death Eaters, and Voldemort, showed up.
“Harry,” Voldemort hissed, and Harry glared. “So nice to be seeing you again, what brings you here my dear boy?” Voldemort asked, and Harry’s upper lip curled at the sight of Snape.
“To kill you!” Harry fired a spell that Voldemort easily blocked, like he was bored. Harry snarled, and tossed another spell, and Voldemort carelessly blocked that one too.
Finally, they got into full battle, Harry knew that he couldn’t do anything to Voldemort without the horcruxes all destroyed, but he just wanted Voldemort to feel pain, to feel the kind of pain Harry felt every time he saw a family together, or saw his two best friends whispering to one another. A pain that felt as though your insides were being tore inside out, and burned.
They fought, the spells went flying, pieces of the stone walls broke off, and hit the floor with a ear shattering sound, when finally, Harry decided to run, he had to save his friends, that was all that mattered then, was saving his friends.
They ran down stone steps, into a dungeon, where for a moment, they were alone, or so they thought. They walked slower, and Harry heard a small whimper. Harry turned, and looked into one of the cells, where someone was curled up in a ball, robes torn; blood everywhere, Harry went forward, when Hermione touched his shoulder.
“Harry, it could be a trap.” She said, and Harry pulled his shoulder away.
“I’ll take that chance, Hermione.” He stepped forward, and unlocked the lock. He stepped forward, and crouched down nest to the small figure. Harry touched the person’s shoulder, which flinched, and Harry decided that it would be best to speak.
“Are-are you okay?” Harry thought that this was a stupid question, considering he was sure the person was in fact not okay, although, it was the only thing Harry could think of.
“P-Potter?” The voice sounded familiar, and Harry couldn’t put his finger on whose voice it belonged to, until the figure, painfully, turned around to face their savior. Draco Malfoy, the boy who had tortured Harry through all his school days, was now at the weakest point of his life.
Harry should have enjoyed that moment, seeing Draco bruised, and battered, bleeding everywhere, yet Harry knew that this was not the wounds of a schoolboy beating, someone, with real intentions to kill the Malfoy, had sliced the boy left and right. Harry had two choices, leave Draco to die, or take him along for the ride.
Harry sighed as he picked up Draco, bridal style, and headed for the nearest exit. Ron and Hermione followed, absolutely in shock.