Isolation - a Dramione Fanfiction

21: Auntie Bella

"I just can't wrap my bloody mind around how that school is so damn strong!" Antonin Dolohov's voice rang out angrily. The wooden floor beneath them creaked. The curtains were old and ripped, the wallpaper on the walls old and falling apart. No other place but this, Knockturn Alley.

Walden Macnair scoffed loudly, rolling his swollen eyes at the raven-haired man across the way from him. "It's Hogwarts you tosser! That's where the war was won in the first place!" Macnair fired back, his hair jerking around with each sharp move he made.

"It was a ridiculous idea of us to attack them first," Alceto arched a brow while Amycus just shook his head.

Dolohov sighed, "well what else were we supposed to do Carrows?" he snapped. "It's not like we had direct orders to do exactly that!"

"Well if someone had just spoken up to her," Amycus started.

"You were there too!" Macnair shot.

"What was ridiculous was going after the Mudblood! She was just a waste of time!" Dolohov yelled from his chair.

"Yeah, but she could be with Malfoy!" Amycus huffed.

"Why would he be with her. " Alceto looked to her brother.

"ENOUGH" Her shrill voice rang through the old building like a gunshot. The four Death Eater's turned to see the woman walk in. Her black straggly hair was a mess around her head and she wore black clothing. "That's enough."

"Miss Lestrange." Dolohov stood from the chair he previously sat in.

"No need to get excited." Bellatrix twirled her wand around a curl in her hair. "I'm only here to bring the newest recruit so you lot can fill him in!" She giggled before pushing Gregory Goyle through the door.

The Carrows gave each other a look at that. "Unexpected." Alceto narrowed her eyes.

"Tell them what you told me, Gregory." Bellatrix cooed in his ear.

"I- I want to help... make the traders pay." Goyle studdered out before Bellatrix let out a cackle.

"Good. Now," She smiled wickedly at the group. "I found them."

-*-

"I found them!" Ginny exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" Harry rushed over to her.

"Well, you see, I know McGonagall said not to... but I found one of her books in her room and-"

Harry looked around the Gryfinndor Common Room to make sure no one was paying attention, "You went through her things?" He asked quietly, running a hand through his hair.

"Yes but-"

"Ginny!"

"Merlin Harry let me speak!" She huffed, giving him a look.

Harry just sighed.

"She was working on this," The redhead showed him the page Hermione had left the book open to. "It's a locator spell. I think she went after Malfoy."

"How do you know?" Harry scooted closer to her to look at the pages.

"Neville gave in after I mentioned the book." She smirked.

"So?"

"So... She touched the book. And we can get to them if we just apparate!" Ginny stood, looking to Harry.

"Ginny, love, this is amazing, but crazy. We can't just go against orders from McGonagall and-"

"OH SAYS YOU!" She shouted, earning a few looks from some fellow Gryfinndors'. "I'm going. Tonight. With, or without you. She could be in trouble Harry!" And with that she turned on her heal, heading up to her room, book in tow.

"Ginny!"

-*-

"I'm worried." Hermione sighed as she gazed at the fire.

Draco didn't reply, but he looked over to her, clearly curious.

"Everyone back at Hogwarts. Who knows who could be hurt? Who knows what they're up against!" She exclaimed quietly.

"I know," Draco paused before looking towards the entrance of their tent.

"What if it's safer there, Draco." She furrowed her eyebrows in thought.

"What and put everyone in danger?" The blonde looked over at her as if to say 'really?' "We should go tomorrow." He sighed, poking the fire with an extra stick.

Hermione just nodded, placing her head down on Draco's shoulder. But it wasn't long before it shot up again. "Do you hear that?" She looked towards the door as she pulled her wand out.

Draco tilted his head slightly as he pulled his own wand out, standing up. Draco motioned for her to stand behind him, so she did so as he went to check the entrance. He walked over, pushing the canvas out of the way only slightly to see out front.

"Ah ah ah." The Slytherin whipped around at the voice of someone who was not Hermione.

He looked to see Hermione, but with an arm wrapped around her neck. He got flashbacks to when Hermione was tortured in the manor, and that woman, his aunt's arm around Hermione's throat. The fear in the eyes of the girl he loved. How could he have let this happen?

"Let her go," Draco spoke through his teeth, anger seething through every inch of him.

"What?" Her voice sounded hurt, as though she was talking to a child. It sickened him, she sickened him.
"No hug for auntie Bella?"