A New Adventure

Chapter XVI-Last Resort

The werewolf and his son stood at the ready outside of the dining hall door, which led to the dungeon. Remus and Harry were the last lines of defense before the wards Percy and Fleur set up. If they got past Harry and Lupin, it was most likely over. There were several lines of defense before Remus and Harry with Aurors and Order members alike at every door and room of the house. Draco showed up next to Harry.

"Scare, Potter?" Draco smirked at Harry, while the latter chuckled. 

"You wish." He gave his husband a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Ready, Moony?" The werewolf just nodded, poised in a strike position on all fours. The two men stood with wands ready. A tense silence fell over them. They grew more and more anxious as they heard fighting and explosions of destruction from beyond their post. What felt like hours passed, but none of them tired as adrenaline continued to pump through them. There was a sudden crash just beyond their post, causing the wizards to tighten the grip on their wands, and the werewolf to deepen his crouch. 

"Ready, boys?" Draco's eyes never left the door in front of them as he spoke.

"Hell, yeah," Harry spoke as Remus growled in response. With a loud crash and bang, the doors in front of them shattered to pieces due to a spell. Dolohov appeared with Fenrir Greyback at his side. 

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Chosen One." Dolohov began throwing curses at each the two men as the wolves collided with nasty snarls. Harry threw up a shield charm to prevent Dolohov's barrage of hexes and Unforgivables. A stray Cruciatus Curse hit Harry before his shield was complete, however, and the defense fell. Draco and Remus fought with renewed vigor as Harry's ear-splitting screams rang through the hall. With a final red jet of light from his wand, Draco finally stunned Dolohov, having obtained several cuts from the Death Eaters own wand. 

"Incarcerous." Ropes shot out, binding the leader of the uprising. Grabbing Dolohov by the collar, Draco dragged him out of the way of the werewolves fight, as he carried his husband over his shoulder. He began to evaluate Harry for any injuries when he heard an ear-piercing whine. Looking up, he saw Greyback bite Remus on the flank, taking a chunk of his leg. "Stupify!" The enemy wolf stumbled back a bit, not completely unaffected by the spell, giving Remus his chance. The younger werewolf ripped out his opponent's throat, ending the battle, and the vicious Greyback's reign of terror, once and for all. Remus then walked over to Dolohov and with a clean, swift swipe of his paw, left scratches across Antonin Dolohov's face. Draco, being the healer he was, managed to close the wounds, but knew that being werewolf marks, they'd scar. He figured this was Remus' intention, the price Dolohov would have to pay for Sirius. The fighting seemingly over, Remus limped over to the corner to curl up and sleep until dawn. Draco spent the next half an hour caring for his husband's scrapes and scratches. When he was done, the sun began to rise, and Moony the wolf soon became Remus once again. Draco approached the man, wand, and medi-bag in hand. 

"I'm sure this is going to hurt, Remus, but if don't apply the silver and dittany now, you'll bleed out." The man just grunted, and Draco taking that as an affirmation began his treatment of Remus' many injuries. 

"Just what I need, more bloody scars. And you were worried about Harry looking like Moody. I think I now have more scars than the old coot ever did." Draco only responded with a dry chuckle as he finished his work.

"Malfoy, Potter, Lupin, you guys ok?" A couple of Aurors burst through what used to be a door.

"Stay with these two, Tonks. Harry was hit with a Cruciatus and Remus is healing from werewolf wounds. I'll send someone back to deal with the other wolf's body. Scrimgeour, I'm surprised you haven't retired already. Anyway, there's Dolohov. He's alive, just stunned. do what you want with him. And for Merlin's sake, someone needs to talk to Shacklebolt about fixing security at Azkaban. Three known breakouts by Death Eaters in one lifetime is three too many." And with that, he left to perform his healer duties. There were a few casualties and many injuries that needed the hospital, but all in all, they fared better than the opposition. At least his family hadn't shrunk. 

Then, Draco's eyes settled upon a sight he never thought he'd see, as horror and terror flooded every inch of his being.