Purely Mudblood (Dramione FanFic)

Slytherin!

Cammie couldn't breathe. The heavy links were heavy on her frail throat. She gasped for air, her arms and legs lashing out, gripping her throat and trying to remove the chain. She couldn't. Cammie's little arms were inable to lift the metal links. This is it, Cammie thought, closing her eyes and relaxing her tiny body. I'm going to die. 

"Harry! Harry!" Hermione pracitcally kicked down the portrait  of the Fat Lady to enter the Gryffindor common room. Hermione's little, feminine hands had a grip like Spell-o Tape, Draco realized, as he was drug throught the entrance and into the common room. Everyone became completely silent. Draco knew what they were all thinking. Slytherin! Slytherin! 

Harry came bounding down the steps to the boys' dormitories, yelling, "What? Hermione! Is everything okay? What's the ma-- MALFOY! What's he doing here?"  Harry stopped abruptly, three steps from the floor of the common room, staring at the pale blonde Slytherin standing awkwardly in the middle of a strictly non-Slytherin zone.

"That's not important." Hermione pushed Draco forward so that he stood a few inches from Harry. The pair were almost exactly the same height, but Harry's jet black hair stood to extreme contrast compared to the white-blondeness of Draco's. Their eyes made a connection, the colorless gray rooting itself deep into the vibrant green. 

Draco took a deep breath and began. "I need your help." Draco said these words slowly, cautiously, as if he were half expecting Harry to punch him square in the jaw for even asking for such a thing. "There's a girl, a Slytherin, named Cammie. She's like a sister to me. And she's missing. The common room was torn to shreds and no one has seen her. Hermione told me you have something... some sort of map... that could help." Harry stared back at Draco, as if he were still pondering how he should respond to such a request.

The time stretched out for a while, the seconds slowing to minutes, and Draco studied Harry's face. Apart from the vibrant eyes, there were so many little details in his face. The choppy, sloppily cut hair, hanging slightly in front of his eyes, for starters. Before the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry's hair was trimmed short, neat, but he'd neglected it since, and it had grown like weeds. The scar was still there, but it seemed to be fading, just slightly. Before it was red, like a fresh scratch, but the scar was beginning to become inactive and seemed to heal, just slightly. The glasses were still there, too, their roundness and thin rims, resting just on the bridge of his nose. The lenses were dirty and covered with smears, as if Harry hadn't cleaned them in quite some time. Draco had never considered this, but maybe Harry was still carrying around a lot of guilt about the battle, all those dead corpses in the Great Hall, all the childless and parentless and siblingless and friendless people out there now because of it. And that saddened Draco.

"I want to help," Harry finally replied, removing a square of parchment from his back pocket. "The Marauder's Map," Harry stated. The map was obviously old, as Draco could tell by it's yellowing color. Harry unfolded it, and Draco saw words fly past on the parchment, soon being replaced with a complete map of all of Hogwarts. Moving dots represented every single body in the building, each one labeled with a name.

And deep in the dungeons, one name stood out to him.

Cammie Amitie.