𝑩𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 | 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚 | 𝟑

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Chapter fourteen; Splinching

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The sound of a haunting and painful scream burst his eardrums. No matter how long it had been, the familiarity of it continued to give him nightmares. It never failed to resurface the horrid memories of the night everything went wrong in his life. In their lives. A rabid knocking on his bedroom door pulled him awake following the excruciating pain he felt pulsating through his skull. The white sheets were twisted and tied around his legs and arms and he had to fight to untangle himself from them.

He was absolutely sweating, covered from head to toe due to the terrors he'd been subjected to. The struggle to detatch himself from the clutches of his white and crinkled sheets was almost impossible. He had wrapped himself inside and outside of them, twisted them around his body and curled into them all at the same time.

The knocking on his door came again and his distressed state worsened. He relaxed into his mattress after another failed attempt and his door opened as he tried again. With more concentration, will and a calmer mind he freed himself of his sheets and shoved them onto the black wooden planks of his floor.

The person who had been knocking on his door, the person behind the wood, made themselves noticeable and he turned to face them. Wide and ageing eyes of a faded blue colour met his own. A person who had once oozed confidence and power now released anxiety and stress. It was trapped in her eyes and heartbreaking to watch as she feared for her life.

Her chest heaved against the tight black fabric of her robes and despite how together she looked her demeanour proved opposite. It exposed her facade.

"Get up." She hurried, rushing into the room after closing the door behind her and opening the curtains. The morning light filtered into his room and he lifted his arm to shield his eyes from such light.

"Mother, what's the matter? Why are you rushing around?" He asked of the woman, his morning voice raspy.

His mother threw a white shirt in his direction, then moved over to his wardrobe to withdraw a black suit jacket. She threw that at him too, "They broke into the Ministry this morning. Yaxley, he couldn't stop them and so they got away. He's coming Draco and we must be ready for when he arrives."

They? How long had he been asleep? What time was it? He thought it to be considerably odd, he never slept past eight in the morning regardless of what time he went to bed or how much sleep he acquired either. On a rare occasion his body chose to sleep past eight o'clock they picked that day to break into the Ministry of Magic — or whatever they did.

Draco had many questions but he could only stare blankly at his mother as she pulled a pair of folded trousers from a drawer. Narcissa walked over to her son, where he sat in his bed flabbergasted and clicked her fingers directly in front of his face, "Draco, now is not the time to ignore me."

Draco gently pushed her hand away and met his mothers anxious gaze, "Who are they? What time is it?"

"Of everything I've told you, you ask what time it is?" Narcissa gaped.

"Mum." He said sternly.

Narcissa sighed, "It's almost past ten Draco. I thought I'd leave you to catch up on your sleep with the little amount you've required lately."

His mouth fell agape, "Past ten?" Narcissa nodded and he pushed himself up onto his feet. He still had the question of 'they' whirling around in his head and so he looked back to his mother, "They?"

Narcissa sighed deeply and shook her head, "Potter and his friends, Draco, now is not the time. The Dark Lord will be here any minute, as will Yaxley and Thicknesse."