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- The Originals
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"I can't be sure," Draco rasps, looking away from Harry momentarily. You glance at Hermione in question. Surely Draco knows it's Harry, so why isn't he saying anything?
"Draco. Look closely, son," Lucius Malfoy urges. He puts his arms around Draco, talking in a hushed, desperate tone. "If we're the ones who hand Potter to the Dark Lord, everything would be forgiven." You swallow back the curses that are threatening to fly out of your mouth. Ron moves in closer to you as if he knows you'll lunge. "It would all be as it was, you understand?" All the while, Draco never makes eye contact with any of us.
"Now, we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy," Scabior butts in. You see Lucius' fists clench.
"You dare talk to me like that in my own house?" Lucius bellows. Draco flinches and you almost feel sorry for him.
"Lucius!" Narcissa warms. Lucius lets go of Draco and backs up to stand next to his wife.
"Don't be why, sweetie. Come over," Bellatrix ushers, grabbing Draco's wrist, pulling him over, and forcing him to squat in front of Harry. "Now, if this isn't who we think he is, Draco, and we call him, he'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure," she hisses. Draco squints before glancing toward Bellatrix quickly.
"What's wrong with his face?"
"Yes, what is wrong with his face?" Bellatrix repeats to no one in particular.
"He came to us like that. Something he picked up in the forest, I reckon," Scabior answers. You bite your lip, hoping they think that's what it really is.
"Or he ran into a Stinging Jinx." Your heart drops and you force yourself not to look at Hermione. "Was if you, dearie? Give me her wand," Bellatrix says, pointing at Hermione. "We'll see what her last spell was." Hermione pales and you notice Ron's fists clench. You pray he doesn't try anything. Bellatrix laughs. "Ah, got you." She stumbles to a stop and gasps. You follow her line of sight and almost throw up.
The Sword of Gryffindor is hanging from one of the Snatcher's band.
"What's that? Where'd you get that from?" Bellatrix asks airily. The Snatcher smirks, a deadly move.
"It was in her bag when we searched her. Reckon it's mine now." In a split second, Bellatrix whips out her wand and sends the Snatcher flying.
The Snatchers holding you stumble back, shocked.
"Are you mad?" Scabior shouts before a snake is coiling around his throat. He gasps for air, clutching at the snake. Ron takes yours and Hermiones arms and pulls you to the side, keeping you close.
