THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 21: The Order of the Dragon

I stand there numb. Beyond numb.

Hollow.

Empty.

Void of everything.

Draco's gone. My father is bleeding on the hardwood floor of my memory-wiped grandparents home. And the most devastating part of those two thoughts is that my dragon is gone

I know my father will survive, the spell missed a majority of his body, destroying mostly the side of the house. The only image blaring front and center in my vacant mind is Draco.

The strongest being I've ever known weak and unconscious. My dragon, my fucking indestructible dragon was slumped on his knees with his head tucked to his chest, his subconscious still managing to keep him from fully submitting and fully going to the ground. But still.. weak. Oh how it wrecks me to even use the word in association with him.

Feeling myself tumbling, falling down a ravine of utter sorrow. Unable to stop the panic the clawing at my chest, overtaking my mind. My breaths are shallow, uneven as I attempt in vain to fight the tide of despondent waves pulling me under. I'm even not given the opportunity.

Men and woman from what I can only presume are WAMM Aurors hastily filing into the living room. Thankfully, it helps ground me back into the moment. The current situation that has what remains of my family still in some form of danger.

"My dad! He was hit with sectumsempra, it missed anything vital. My mum is outside, hopefully having fled far away from here. And these two were forcibly obliviated my me due to the PBR, but are now currently under a sleeping charm."

"Danes, Shelley get her father to hospital. Baker locate the mother. Barnes and Barbie start working on repairing the home to its previous state and a story for the muggles," the bald black man with a handlebar mustache orders everyone about says with such authority that there can be no doubt he's at the very least the head of this particular station of Aurors.

Mustering up any semblance of courage I can, I choke out, "Th-they took him. Dr-Draco. The P-PBR." As soon as the words are out of my mouth, ugly sorrow filled sobs wrack my body. The words now said out loud somehow making it all worse. Making it all real.

"Miss Granger?" He asks kindly crouching down to my level, because somehow I've ended up on the floor leaning haphazardly against the bookshelf. "I'm Felix Frubar. I'm head of the Auror Department over Western Australia. Is there someone we can get for you?"

"Harry. I need Harry."

"Let's head to the Ministry here, and we'll get him here before you know it okay?" Felix's tone is so kind. You can't help but feel at ease in his presence. This imposing man with the temperament of an angel has me allowing him to lead me out of the living room without a second thought.

Without a worry I let him apparate us out of the home that used to bring me such comfort.. the one that now only holds horrible moments, and scarring memories.
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Time is an unknown concept at this point.

Sitting here with some one's robes draped over my shoulders, I stare blankly at the picture filled wall in front of me. Shivers still wrack through my body. Nothing seems to be able to bring me any semblance of warmth. It appears to have all gone with Draco.

Just thinking his name makes me flinch, makes my heart ache in a way I'd never experienced before. In all my time pining for him, even when he was gone for days or weeks on end, I'd always managed. Mostly thanks to the enchanted mirrors he purchased.. and it probably didn't hurt that he wasn't in mortal danger as well.