My Slytherin- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 83

Draco's POV-

I forced a smile on as they pushed open the door to Harry's house. The Order had been moved to the Burrow for the wedding of Bill and Fleur, and now we were rescuing Harry from his aunt and uncle's house once again.

Hermione hugged him as Ron and I patted him on the back. They chatted for a bit before Mad eye interrupted.

"All right, all right, we'll have time for a cozy catch up later!" Made eye explained. He told Harry everything we were doing for the mission.

"No! No way!" Harry yelled, his voice ringing through the house. I rolled my eyes.

"I told them you'd take it like this," I said.

"If you think I'm going to let seven people risk their lives — !"

"— because it's the first time for all of us," said Ron.

"This is different, pretending to be me —"

"Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry. Imagine if something went wrong, and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever." Fred smirked.

"You can't do it if I don't cooperate. You need me to give you some hair," Harry said, crossing his arm over his chest.

"Well, that's that plan scuppered. Obviously, there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate." George said.

"Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance," said Fred.

"Funny, really amusing." Harry snapped.

"If it has to come to force, then it will. Everyone here's overage, Potter, and they're all prepared to take the risk." Mad eye said.

"Let's have no more arguments. Time's wearing on. I want a few of your hairs, boy, now."

"But this is mad, there's no need —"

"No need! With You-Know-Who out there and half the Ministry on his side? Potter, if we're lucky he'll have swallowed the fake bait and he'll be planning to ambush you on the thirtieth, but he'd be mad not to have a Death Eater or two keeping an eye out, it's what I'd do. They might not be able to get at you or this house while your mother's charm holds, but it's about to break and they know the rough position of the place. Our only chance is to use decoys. Even You-Know-Who can't split himself into seven."

I scoffed, and Hermione elbowed me in the ribs and sending me a glare.

"So, Potter — some of your hair, if you please." Harry glanced at me and Ron. We shrugged in a sort of just do it kind of way.

"Now!" Mad eye barked. Harry nodded and pulled on a large chunk of his hair.

"Good. Straight in here, if you please." Harry put his chunks of hair into the potion. It turned a nice bright gold color.

"Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry," Hermione grinned. She glanced at Ron, who had raised his eyebrows at her.

"Oh, you know what I mean — Goyle's Potion looked like bogies."

"Right then, fake Potters line up over here, please," I, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Fleur all lined up in front of the sink. Madeye grabbed Mundugus and added him along with us.

Mad eye handed us the potions, and we all drank them. I started shrinking while I felt my face start bubbling, my hair was starting to get a bit shorter, my clothes felt bagger.

"Wow — we're identical!" Fred and George said as they stared at one another.

"I dunno, though, I think I'm still better-looking," Fred said.

"Bah, Bill, don't look at me — I'm 'ideous." Fleur yelled,

"Those whose clothes are a bit roomy, I've got smaller here, and vice versa. Don't forget the glasses. There are six pairs in the side pocket. And when you're dressed, there's luggage in the other sack." We all started changing, making Harry rather uncomfortable.

"I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo," Ron said.

"Harry, I never noticed how skinny you actually were," I said, as I picked up his shirt.

"Harry, your eyesight really is awful," Hermione said, as she put his glasses on.

After we were assigned on who we were going to ride with, I was assigned to Dad. We all walked out, and Dad grabbed the broom.

"Dad, have you ever actually, um... driven a broom?" I asked, fixing my glasses that were bothering me.

"Yes, Draco! It's not that hard."

"We're going to die. I knew it." I said. Dad whacked me over the head as we got on. Ron and I smirked at Harry, who robes in Hagrids motorbike. He glared at us.

"Good luck, everyone. See you all in about an hour at the Burrow. On the count of three. One... two... THREE." Mad eye yelled as we flew away.

Then we heard shouting and people shouting spells at us.

"Hold on Draco!" Dad yelled. I took my wand out and started firing spells as best as I could on the broom.

We dodged spells, as best as we could, before Dad got hit with a spell on the chest. He almost fell off the broom but managed to hold on to the broom with one hand.

"Dad!" I yelled as he clutched his chest.

"Drive to our house, Draco! I'll be fine!" He yelled, trying to pull himself up, but struggled to get back on. I grabbed Dad's arm and pulled him up. He couldn't drive anymore. Dad was turning even paler, his shirt was stained with blood, and there was more coming.

I managed to fly back to our manor, where Mum was waiting for us. She screamed the second we got down, and I helped dad over to her.

"W-we have to go," Dad muttered, trying to reach out for the portkey. Mum shoved it away.

"No! You still have time. I'll heal you right here. Draco gets him inside, now." She snapped. I nodded, throwing his arm over my shoulder, before helping him in. Mum ran behind him as she summoned some house-elves to help her.

She took her wand out, cleaning the wound, and Dad grunted a bit, squeezing my hand tighter.

"Mum, we really have to go. Hurry up," I said,

"Don't snap at me, Draco."

"We have to go! The death eaters could be trying to enter right now!" I said. She rolled her eyes before two house-elves helped banged him up as quick as they could. Dad still needed some help, but we managed and got to the portkey as it started glowing and ticking.

We both managed to put a finger on it before it disappeared. We felt the ground give in beneath us, and we were thrown around before we landed on the Weasley's front garden.