The Tribrid Slytherin (Draco Malfoy)

The unexpected bomb

TW: violence, blood, and death.

The wind howled as the sky faded from navy blue to a murky grey. The atmosphere set the tone of the night. Our legs carried us through the graveyard and out of the front gate.

As my fingers skimmed my arm I felt gooseflesh and prickling hairs; they conveyed the temperature as around 47 degrees, or possibly just my nerves biting me, telling me to stay put.

 I tightly wrapped my coat around my abdomen and ran faster into town. Hope held her hand out across my chest to stop my movements. "Wait, I think it's this way," she directed, pointing her hand to the left. I nodded, quickly following her as she led the way.

The ground was slick with rain and the city was dim. There weren't many lights left on, but the ones that were left shining brightly illuminated the foggy avenue. It was quiet, but not in a peaceful way. Every sound was daunting, waiting for the right time to strike. It smelled like wet concrete and incense as we passed the voodoo shop.

"This way!" she shouted.

We came to a stop in front of a church. The walls shivered as magic coursed through it. I could hear screams; I could hear chanting. The ground underneath my feet: writhing with magic and fragile under my toes.

We approached the closed doors cautiously. I held the handle and pulled open the door. We poked our heads in through the small opening I created and observed the situation. I gasped as the scene unfolded in front of us.

I didn't know where to look. To the left of a colossal painting of the Muggle Christ was my father, who was held to the wall while writhing and sneering.

He howled: "I WILL SKIN YOU ALIVE DAHLIA! I PROMISE YOU WON'T MAKE IT OUT OF HERE WITHOUT A FEW LIMBS DETACHED!"

She merely laughed in his face. Elijah sped behind her and reached for the skin of her throat. One of his hands grabbed at her chin while the other held the collar of her coat. The moment his teeth shot out and he leaned in to sink them into her skin, Dahlia's mouth twisted into a sneer and he shot backward into the wall, creating a large dent in the wood.

Freya came into the frame with her head tilted slightly down. I could see that her mouth was moving. She could've been saying an incantation. Dahlia didn't seem to spot her yet, but she was getting awfully close.

I shut the door and looked back to Hope. I grabbed her shoulders. "We have to sneak inside. Dahlia doesn't know that we're here. If there weren't so much magic present in the church, she would be able to feel us in a heartbeat. So if we can get close enough to her while she is distracted by them," I gestured inside of the room. "Then I can cast something to immobilize her. Hopefully, my magic will be enough to pause her actions."

She chewed on the nail of her index finger as she held her elbow up with her other arm. "We have to be extremely careful. One wrong move and she will know."

She pulled the door open again and looked inside. She looked back at me. "We can sneak around the benches. The arches surrounding them cast a pretty large shadow around the rest of the church. Especially because the only light there is currently is radiating off of Dahlia."

"Alright. Let's go."

Before she could move I held a hand out and stopped her. "Hold on," I said, reaching into my pocket and grabbing my wand. I held it in my mouth as I leaned down and placed the point at her shoes.

"Quietus."

Her feet glowed for a moment and then faded. I repeated that spell on my own shoes.

I stood back up and brushed off my coat. "Now we'll have silent steps. We don't want any chance of being discovered."