Dark Side

Next Moves

Draco

I look around, noticing that we're in a muggle alley, probably somewhere in London. Hermione said something, probably telling them where they were, but I couldn't quite make it out over all the chaos of drunk and possibly high muggles.

Before I had a chance to take in my surroundings, the copious amounts of alcohol I had consumed at the wedding slowing my thoughts, Hermione was pulling us deeper into the alley.

"We have to go back! We have to help them!" Ron says frantically.

"We can't Ron," Hermione insisted, "Us going back would just put them in danger. We just have to put our plans into action early, the best way we could help them would be to find and destroy the horcruxes."

Ron grudgingly agreed, and Hermione pulled clothes out of the beaded bag for us to change into.

"You had it packed?" I ask.

"Just in case, I wanted to be prepared."

"Hermione, you are amazing." says Harry.

"Thank you, but you're drunk, we're on the run, so hurry up and get dressed."

After I get changed, I realize the charms I had cast to change my appearance have worn off, and I don't trust myself to re-cast them in this state. I turn around to see that Harry's polyjuice potion has worn off as well. This was perfect, the two most wanted people in the wizarding world, with no disguise, and both tipsy.

Hermione leads us to a small cafe, where she ordered us all the strongest coffees they served, hoping we would sober up quickly.

The bell over the door rang, and two construction workers walked in and sat down. I recognise them immediately from the Death Eater meetings held at Malfoy Manor.

"Harry, why don't you go check on our drinks?" I ask casually, while my eyes quickly flit to the two men. Harry sees the look on my face and walks over to the counter, smiling to catch the barista's attention.

Ron slips his wand out from under his sleeve, holding it at the ready. Harry chats with the barista, and just as she laughs, I whisper to Hermione, "Put a silencing spell over the cafe so no muggles can hear in, then in five seconds lock all exits."

She nods, and I start counting as I hear her whisper, "Muffliato."

Harry

I hear a tiny click, and assume Hermione locked the doors. I turn around, bracing for a fight, but the Death Eaters barely have time to stand up when Draco yells a curse I don't recognize, shooting two bolts of what looks like black lightning at them. They're flung across the shop and crash into the wall, completely out cold.

The barista screams, and I quickly stun her, Hermione coming over and obliviating her.

Draco walks cautiously over to the two unconscious Death Eaters, who are each encased in some sort of rippling black energy. We all gather around them, just staring, completely dumbfounded.

"What the hell was that spell?!" Ron asks.

"I invented it myself." Draco replies.

"You invented that?" Hermione asks incredulously.

"In the fourth year."

"You invented a spell that powerful in the fourth year?!" Hermione exclaims, jaw dropping.

Draco simply nods, before stepping closer to the Death Eaters. He waves his wand over them, and the black energy dissipates. He obliviates them both, then steps back.