Love Never Dies. (Draco Malfoy Fan Fiction) (Watty Awards 2013 Winner)

Chapter 30: He's Not In The Castle Tonight.

A/N: Hi all, I hope you like this chapter as much as I liked writing it. I've added a POV in this chapter to create more effect. Please comment on anything that can be improved on and vote! Thank you! x (P.S. more POVs will be added after the entire story is completed and I will do a massive editing after that.)

Two days have passed since Draco and I have fixed the cabinet officially. It was almost time for the deatheaters to come. Draco and I snuck into the Room of Requirement after dinner, skipping Divination. We double checked that the cabinet was in the right working condition and ensuring that it was right, I left the Room of Requirement to check that Dumbledore was within Hogwarts as planned by both Draco and I earlier. I ran up to the tower where the headmaster's office was located and peeked through the door. 

Damn it! He wasn't there. I cursed under my breath only to hear two pairs of footsteps behind me. I turn around and I see Weasel and Hermione. What were they doing here? Shouldn't they be with Potter and Dumbledore? 

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, her voice suspicious and unsure.

"I could ask you the same," I answer her, my eyes glowing with anger. I was pissed. I mean, Draco and I took ages to get the bloody mission complete and now Dumbledore wasn't here, Potter probably wasn't here either.

"We're looking for Dumbledore," Weasel answered me matter-of-factly. 

"He's not in. And may I ask why Pothead isn't with you?" I ask them, in hope of an answer.

"I don't see a reason for you to know," Hermione answered guardedly. Of course they wouldn't tell me where their beloved friend went. I was their enemy and Potter was their prized gem. 

Ignoring Hermione's comment, I shove past the both of them and head back down to the Room of Requirement. On my way down, I could see flashes of light from the courtyard of the castle. We had company but the death eaters wouldn't have been there yet. It would have been too soon for all of that to happen within five minutes. I needed to tell Draco, anyway, that Dumbledore wasn't in the castle. I rush down the stairs again, into the Room of Requirement. 

"Draco! Draco! Dumbledore, Dumbledore isn't in the castle," I tell him, panting from having run down so many flights of stairs. "He's with Potter and I think they know about the assassination. Aurors are here." 

At my words, Draco's face wore an expression of worry and disturbance. How the hell did the Aurors know about this? I mean, there was no way Draco and I could have let slip the assassination because the both of us were too careful and we kept as quiet as we could about this. It couldn't have been Snape, right? No, he was the Dark Lord's most loyal servant. The Dark Lord himself praised Snape of his excellent service to him. 

"Just... just... I'll handle it. Just wait here with me," he says, looking to the ground in concentration before he thought about what he was to do. The death eaters were coming soon already and there was no way we could reverse the movement back to Borgin and Burke's. I didn't know what Draco was going to do but I just waited anxiously beside him, my palms sweaty against the wand I clutched so tightly. Soon, the handle that was fixed upon the cabinet clicked and creaked open. A type of black mist flowed out of it before it took the shape of Bellatrix, who I haven't seen in ages. Her face was pale and sunken and her hair wasn't any neater than before. She wore her black wedding dress outfit and behind her were four other deatheaters I knew about but not their names. They looked at Draco and I before giggling and laughing and patting our backs before they stalked off into the darkness, out of the Room of Requirement. 

"What are we gonna do?" I tug on Draco's arm as he watched the group of five exit the room. 

"Not tell them," he said.