Hateful Love

Chapter Sixty-One

NOTE: I do not own any of the ideas or characters expressed in this story (except Cassie Jackson). All of these belong to J.K. Rowling.

ALSO: Some of the dialogue in this chapter was taken directly from the seventh book to make it sound more like the original story. All the writing is still completely mine, I only used some of the dialogue. Don't freak out and tell me I copied!

Anyway, two updates in two days! Aren't you all lucky (: Haha I hope you like it xx

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Draco P.O.V.

         

          “Draco! Come down here now.”

          The excited tone in my father’s voice coming from downstairs makes me seriously a bit anxious. I sit up from my bed with a groan, knowing someone must be here. Death Eaters have been coming in and out of the Manor constantly ever since I came home, to ask if the Dark Lord’s given any new instructions.

          When I came back from Hogwarts a few days ago, the Dark Lord called an emergency meeting with a select few Death Eaters to tell us that the search for Harry Potter had to be increased. I was terrified, because he was acting really strange and unusually angry. I thought he was going to use the Killing Curse at any moment. I still have no idea why the Dark Lord’s suddenly even more concerned about finding Potter, and I’ve spent the last couple of days doing nothing but thinking.

          “Now, Draco!”

          Rolling my eyes, I quickly smooth my black suit jacket down and make my way out. I pass a few house elves on my way downstairs, and feel the usual discomfort as they completely avoid eye contact with me and stay well out of my way. Sighing a bit as I turn into yet another staircase, I wonder about which Death Eater it will be this time. It was Dolohov earlier this morning asking about the search; I’d sat in the corner completely bored until he left. Maybe it’ll be Rowle this time.

          But when I finally reach the drawing room, I see that this isn’t the usual Death Eater visit.

          Fenrir Greyback is standing with three other Snatchers, all four of them surrounding a group of four others tied together. I look closer and see that they all must be about my age, and sympathy sparks in my stomach as I realize what’s in store for them. If they’ve been caught by Snatchers, especially Greyback, the result is never good.

          Then one of the Snatchers shifts to the right, and I see a wild lump of curly brown hair.

          …Granger?

          “They say they’ve got Potter,” my mother says to me. “Draco, come here.”

          My heart practically stops inside my chest as she beckons me over, closer to the group of people by the door. I have to force my legs into action, propelling myself over to her. If that really is Granger, it means Potter’s with her.

          And that’s not good.

          I can feel my face paling by the second as I come closer, and I try desperately to hide the fact that I’m slowly starting to freak out. Greyback pulls a boy slightly shorter than me to the front, and I quickly stop when I see his face in the full lighting. The skin looks puffy and stretched tight as though by some intense allergic reaction, but I can see who it is right away.

          It’s Harry Potter.

          “Well, boy?” Greyback snaps, shaking Potter slightly and looking at me with an impatient, eager expression. I swallow hard and pretend to look closer at Potter’s face, realizing he’s doing his best to avoid eye contact with me.