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Y/n stood breathless for a second. She looked around to see the three of her friends tightly clutched onto by Snatchers. Scabiors gaze was locked onto y/n.

"Did you really think you'd out-smart daddy?" Scabior sneered with an eyebrow raised. Her words wanted to come out, but they couldn't. She couldn't even speak.

"What's up? Snatcher caught ye' tongue?" The snatchers chucked coldly. Scabior took three slow steps towards his daughter. She grimaced seeing his face close up. A face she never wanted to see again.

He leaned in close, inches away from her face. His eyes twinkled with evilness.

"Surprise baby" He whispered.

She grimaced.

"Where-" Scabior snatched his eyes off y/n and whipped his head around to another Snatcher with a pissed off look. He widened his eyes and shook his head slightly as if to say 'what?'

"Where are we taking them?" He asked.

"Straight to the Dark Lord himself" Greyback boasted looking proud.

Y/n looked over to her brother and felt the pain in her chest. He looked pale and afraid, like he was about to drop dead. Harry kept his eyes glued to the floor, ignoring his sisters eyes burning into him. Hermione and Ron both looked as defeated.

Numb.

They knew this was it, this is the end. everything they'd ever worked for, everything they'd put their families through, was all worth for nothing.

She'd never see Draco again. That's what hurt.

"I've got a better idea. If we take 'em straight to the dark Lord, Bellatrix will probably kill us all."

"So let's take them to her" Scabior sneered.

Y/n knitted her brows in confusion. She had never seen Bellatrix's house, she didn't even know where she lived.

"And where will she be?" Greyback asked.

Scabior turned around slowly on his heel to look at y/n. He had a slimy wicked smile on his face. He locked eye contact with his daughter and chuckled to himself when he saw how miserable she looked. The next two words he was about to say, he knew it would destroy her.

"Malfoy Manor" He whispered.

Y/n's heart sank to the bottom of her feet. Every nerve ending on her body shivered through her. She was going to see them all again. The people who were in on the plan, especially Snape and Lucius.

Draco.

She was going to see him again. part of her wanted to the other half never wanted to see him again. She had no time to think about what she wanted, her life was on the line.

And she definitely wasn't ready.

He'd already thrown up twice.

Sat in his room on a bed of glass on the floor, he was drumming his fingers on his knee caps. He felt dizzy and shakey, anxiety was coursing through his veins.

He didn't know whether y/n had even received his letter about them needing to leave Bloodstone Mansion, he had no idea where she was. Who she was with.

If she was even alive.

His fists balled in frustration and he launched his bloody knuckles at the wall; again. He sat breathless and slumped back down on the floor.

That girl was the end of him.

He felt insane. His mind was on her 24/7. If he thought hard enough he could see her very faintly, stood in his room. Hear her voice in his ears. Draco knew full well he took her for granted, took their time for granted. If he knew there time together was going by the second, things would be very different.

And it killed him. It really killed him.

Just as he let out a deep sigh and threw his lifeless body on the floor, his door flew open. He ignored it.

"Draco I-

Narcissa wanted to cry. She saw the state of the room; covered in glass, everything was broken including the bed, the walls had several holes in.

Her eyes saw the state of her son, laid there in mental pain. There was nothing she could do. She had to ignore it.

"You need to come down, Draco" She said.

He ignored.

"It's not a choice, you must come."

He ignored again.

Narcissa turned on her heel and held the door knob. "They've been found" She whispered, and closed the door.

He opened his eyes and recalled those three words in his head again.

They've been found.

They've been found.

They've be-

Y/n.

They've found her.

It wasn't like she remembered it. The Manor had a more eeiry and weird feel to it.

She thought back to the last time she was there. When she found out the truth about her life, and apparated from the very spot she was stood in.

Déjà vu I guess.

Her shoulder was being tightly gripped by her Father, so tightly her left arm was numb. Her eyes were focused on the Manor and she didn't let her gaze wonder. Hermione would often ask ridiculous questions, to which the Snatchers would grip her even more.

Ron and Harry hadn't said a word since they'd been caught.

Slowly, the Manor door opened a creek. An eye peeled through and lit up when it saw what was infront of it.

"They're here" The voice behind the door whispered, and opened with suspicion.

"Forest of Dean Bella. That's where they were" Scabior boasted.

"I'll take these little munchkins." Bella reached out and grabbed Hermione, Harry and Ron. The Snatchers followed behind quickly and pushed them through to the kitchen.

Bella watched them leave with a smile, then turned back around to y/n.

"And what about little y/n here?" She turned her head to the side and pouted.

"I think I'll keep you a little longer. Daddy, take her inside and wait here."

Scabior let go of her shoulder and grabbed her wrist, dragging her past Bellatrix. They walked over to the kitchen door. "Wait 'ere, don't you dare fucking move" He spat. He looked her up and down once more, before following Bellatrix into the kitchen.

Y/n looked around and felt sick. So much has happened where she was stood.

The night in third year where the Bloodstones were invited to the Manor for the feast, none the wiser Lucius had poisoned Draco's drink with long lasting Amortentia.

To the night ten months ago, where her world fell apart.

So much had happened.

Her eyes wondered up the staircase and her eyes were locked onto Draco's door. She wondered if he was sat right on the other side of it, thinking about her too. For the past eight months she had no idea where he was, what he was doing, or how he felt about her anymore.

She was convinced he saw her too, that night in the forest. There was the letter as well, but he could've sent that ages ago.

She just had no idea. It made her feel sick.

"I'm gonna regret this" Y/n whispered to herself.

Taking a deep breath, she started walking away from the door. Her eyes were locked onto Draco's bedroom door, that was where she was going to go. her pace got faster and her steps more longer, until-

"Let go!" She screamed. Scabior had one arm around her neck and the other around her waist. Y/n screamed and kicked hard, fighting him off with everything in her. She was screaming and wailing at the top of her voice, but it was useless.

Scabior had a full grip on her and managed to drag her back to the door. Still fighting him off, y/n was panting and crying.

He ignored her cries and pushed open the kitchen doors with his back.

"Let go of me!" She faught, but it was too late. Scabior ripped her off him causing her to fall to the floor with a heavy thud. Sniffing, she pushed her hair off her face and slowly stood back up, to realise where she was.

The kitchen.

"How nice of you to join us prissy" Bellatrix hissed with a grin. She twiddled the Sword of Gryffindor in her hands.

Y/n looked around at the scene. Bellatrix stood at the front, Harry, Hermione and Ron were huddled together beside her. Her eyes frantically scanned the room, seeing many Snatchers, Deatheaters and the Malfoy's.

Her eyes and heart stopped when she saw him.

Draco's eyes were locked onto her. His pale mouth was slightly open, his platinum locks were in pristine condition, his black suit on perfectly.

Y/m could feel her heart in her ears and her eyes starting to pool. She couldn't believe he was still here, still alive.

Still Draco.

"I'm talking to you bitch!" Bellatrix shrieked causing y/n to look at her. Bellatrix looked fuming, her chest rising up and down.

"I SAID, where did you find this?" She held up the sword.

In all honestly, she didn't know. Harry and Ron brought it back from the lake that time a few days ago, but that was it. It was hard for her to concentrate on anything at that moment.

"I don't know" She mumbled, looking away.

"You-you dont? Ha! How amusing! Now, pretty girl, I'll ask you...

Bellatrix slowly stalked towards her slowly, eyes frozen on her gaze.

One. More. Time. Where did you find it?" Bella asked, loosing her patience. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, like they were about to pop.

"I told you, I don't know" She said calmly looking right at her trying to steady her shaking.

Bella cackled and turned away.

"Fine. If you won't tell me, I'll get it out of one of you." She held the sword out so the tip was facing them. She stalked towards Hermione slowly, to which Hermione looked terrified.

"Scabior, Narcissa. Put the rest of the cretins in the cellar."

Bellatrix flew at Hermione, gripping the back of her head and holding the sword right on her throat.

"I'm going to have a conversation with this one. You know, girl to girl." Bellatrix smiled and winked.

Before she knew it, Scabior grabbed y/n by her hair and dragged her away from the scene. She didn't bother fighting him, she knew this was the end. In her eyeline she could see Harry being dragged in the same manor as her, lifeless and defeated.

Draco's eyes were glued to y/n. He watched as she was taken out of the room with no fight in her whatsoever.

'That's not the y/n I know' he thought to himself as she was dragged away.

Although, Draco didn't feel the same.

He didn't feel lifeless, or like this was over. Because deep down, he knew it wasn't. He knew they'd won for now, but there was no way she'd give up. Harry give up.

Fuck, no way would the golden trio give up.

In that moment, he looked around at the scene in front of him. Hermione was practically screeching on the floor with the Snatchers watching intensively, whilst his parents were no longer in the room. Draco was stood by himself.

And nobody really cared if he was there or not.

Without a second spare, before he'd change his mind, he slowly backed out of the room, eyes still glued to everybody, and nobody looked.

So he ran.

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AN: oh my GOD how i've missed writing so much

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