I looked up at a pair of impressive wrought-iron gates, beyond them a long, gravel drive led to a handsome manor house. Draco's home.

The gates swung open and we were shunted up the drive, stumbling and staggering as each of our captors dragged us viciously, Greyback's gnarled, yellow fingernails digging painfully into my arms.

My heart hammered in my chest as we neared the manor. I had no idea what was going to happen. I could be about to see Draco - but in the worst of circumstances. A part of me longed to see his face again, but another part of me wanted to run as far away from this situation as possible. This was too dangerous for all of us.

A door opened, spilling light on us all, as a woman I recognised to be Draco's mother, looked down coldly at us, scrutinising our faces.

"Follow me," She said, leading us down a hallway lined with portraits. "My son, Draco is home for his Easter holidays. If that is Harry Potter, he will know."

My pulse quickened. I could barely breathe. Draco was here. And he was going to be the one to hand us in to Voldemort.

We entered a large drawing room. It held a magnificent crystal chandelier and more portraits against dark purple walls. Two figures rose from chairs in front of an ornate marble fireplace and we were thrown roughly before them. I looked up.

Draco and his father, Lucius.

I saw the wild panic build in Draco's eyes as they rested on me. Fear mounted in my chest as I realised the awful position he was in. Draco's loyalty will always remain with his family. Snape's words drifted through my mind.

"What is this?" Lucius drawled.

"They say they've got Potter," Narcissa said in her cold voice. "Draco, come here."

I saw him swallow as he nodded curtly, walking towards us, his eyes now darting nervously over us all, trying not to look directly at me.

Greyback pushed Harry towards Draco who halted under the light of the chandelier.

"Well, boy?" The werewolf rasped. I held my breath, wondering what Draco was going to do.

It seemed that Draco was reluctant to look at Harry and only allowed his eyes to glance into his face briefly, before quickly lowering them to the floor again.

"Well, Draco?" Lucius stepped forward sounding avid. "Is it Harry Potter?"

"I can't- I can't be sure," Draco stammered. I breathed. He was stalling.

"But look at him carefully, look! Come closer!" Lucius placed his arm around Draco's neck, urging him closer to Harry. "Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiv-"

"Now, we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr Malfoy?" Greyback jumped in menacingly.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that in my own house!" Lucius shrieked, glaring at Greyback before turning to Draco, softening his voice. "Come on, son, look closely now."

"What's wrong with his face?" Draco asked. He looked perplexed, almost disgusted, as he peered closely at the effect Hermione's jinx had on Harry's face.

"Looks like a stinging jinx," Lucius squinted, peering even closer. "There's something there, it could be the scar, stretched tight..."

My stomach lurched. Draco was now looking fearful. "I don't know," he finally said, quietly.

"We need to be absolutely sure or if we call the Dark Lord and it isn't Potter then he'll kill us all for certain." Narcissa spoke, allowing me to breathe a little. Hopefully Draco's reluctance would be enough.

Suddenly, moving Harry roughly aside, Greyback thrust me forwards, in front of Draco's alarmed face.

"What about the Mudblood, then?" Greyback growled, pushing my head violently upwards into Draco's vision.

My breathing accelerated and my heart nearly burst out of my chest in sheer terror. Draco's panicked eyes met mine and it was clear he was feeling the same horror as I was.

"Wait," Narcissa spoke sharply. "I saw her picture in the Prophet! She's the Carter girl, suspected to be on the run with Harry Potter. Look, Draco, it's her, isn't it?"

Draco looked down at me, his grey eyes flickered nervously as he swallowed. "I... maybe... yeah."

He gave me the briefest apologetic look before looking away.

"What is this? What's happened, Cissy?"

I recognised the voice instantly as Bellatrix Lestrange's, and my fear wound up ten notches. She walked right up to my side and stared at me through heavy lidded eyes.

"What have you here, Draco? She's a pretty little thing, isn't she?" I shuddered as her hand brushed through my hair.

From behind me, Greyback sneered. "She's a Mudblood. Bin helping Potter." I yelped as he tightened his grip on me, my eyes watered from the pain of his fingernails digging into my skin.

"She's a Slytherin!" Draco said quickly, as he looked worriedly from Greyback to Bellatrix.

"Impossible," Bellatrix looked aghast. "Slytherin's don't take filthy Mudbloods."

"It's true." Lucius spoke coldly, his lip curling in disgust. "She's in my sons year at Hogwarts."

"But you must of tricked the hat somehow?" Bellatrix shrieked, grabbing me from Greyback's hold and wheeling me round to face her. "Tell me girl, how did you do it?"

I looked into her menacing face, sheer terror making me tremble. "I- I didn't."

"HOW DID YOU TRICK THE HAT TO LET YOU INTO SLYTHERIN?!" She screamed, shaking me violently.

"I didn't do anything!" I sobbed, as pain shot up my arm from her surprisingly fierce grip.

"Right - take the other prisoners down to the dungeons," she spat at Greyback. "I'd like a conversation with this one... girl to girl."

***

Draco could hear his mother walking back into the drawing room, as he sat by the fireplace with his father. She was not alone.

He rose up from the armchair and turned to see who their visitors were. He shrunk back inwardly as he recognised Greyback first. He seemed to be dragging someone. In fact, now that they had all entered the room, Draco could see that there were three others being dragged in by their very own Snatcher.

The prisoners were thrown roughly under the light of the chandelier, and as the one who had been dragged in by Greyback looked up, Draco's heart stopped. It was her. Rosie.

And then panic hit him, full force. What was she doing here? He noticed now that the other prisoners were Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, and one that could have been Harry Potter, but it was hard to tell.

His mother called him over and he tried to hide the alarm on his face as he gingerly approached them. Don't look at her. Don't look at her. He repeated to himself. He was terrified that his eyes would give him away if he so much as glanced at her.

It was definitely Potter. There was no doubt about that. But letting them know that would cause them to summon the Dark Lord. And he would then surely kill Rosie. He was never letting that happen.

But then, there she was, being held right in front of his face by Greyback. He was forced to look at her, and what he saw broke his heart. There was a terror in her eyes that he had never seen before. He was so desperate to wrap his arms around her and take it all away.

But instead he had to stand there and endure watching her being thrown about and mauled by that revolting werewolf. He was powerless to help her and he couldn't stand it.

To his dismay, his mother recognised her. He couldn't think of a way out of it and had to admit he knew her, as, after all, he had moaned about her by name plenty of times to his parents in his early years of Hogwarts.

He hated himself so much, he had to look away.

He thought the situation couldn't get any worse. And then his aunt entered the room.

Shit. He had to stop himself from grabbing Rosie's hand right that second and Disapparate them out of there. But, instead, he stood frozen as he watched his aunt terrorise her.

He had made things worse, telling Bellatrix that Rosie was a Slytherin. It had been a desperate attempt to save her.

"HOW DID YOU TRICK THE HAT TO LET YOU INTO SLYTHERIN?"

Draco felt a wave of sickness swoop through the pit of his stomach. He couldn't let this happen to Rosie. He went to step towards them as she started to sob in pain, but his father had swept in, pulling him back before he could reach her.

"Leave it, Draco." He hissed venomously in his ear.

"I'll teach you to know your place, you filthy Mudblood." Bellatrix spat as she hurled Rosie down to the floor, straddling her.

Draco's heart clenched violently as Rosie started to scream - a scream that tore right through him and left him without air. He doubled over struggling to find a breath. The screaming seemed to go on, and he saw that Bellatrix was doing something to Rosie's right forearm with her wand. Rosie jerked and thrashed underneath her, screaming. He thought it would never end.

And then, finally, the screaming stopped.

***