The Babysitter (Dramione Fanfiction)

The Rescue

Chapter Warning

Mentions of violence and abuse. Nothing explicit, but just to be safe!

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Draco scowled, recognizing his late aunt's dilapidated safe house. Once upon a time it was a beautiful home, mostly maintained by the Lestrange's house-elves since their masters were too Voldemort-crazed to even bother about making it homely.

Shivering, he remembered horrible childhood summers and questionable accidents that occurred here. During the War, with Voldemort and his Death Eaters constantly on the loose, they had often used Bellatrix' safe house for hideouts and recruitment. The air around the house was heavy with dark, residual magic, echoes of tortured souls still ringing loudly in his mind.

He thought Rodolphus was stupid enough to choose this house as their hiding place. But then again, without his stupidity, they wouldn't be able to know their location in the first place.

Potter, the leader of the rescue team, strode forward and brandished out his wand. He waved his wand and a string of purple light escaped and shot up into the sky. Then, like a small firework, it burst into eight different speckles of light before completely disappearing.

It meant that eight people were inside the house. Draco was not sure whether it was a good thing or not.

Harry then went back to hiding and looked directly at Draco.

"Malfoy," he addressed, "you know this place more than anyone in this group. What should we do?"

His eyes widened a little. "I thought you have a plan," he whispered back with a frown.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, and my plan is to make you lead in this mission," he grounded out. "Because you were right; even if you're not an Auror, I've worked with you as an Order member and bloody fucking hell, I trust you and you're brilliant at this. My gut tells me we will have lesser casualties if I made you leader."

Draco suddenly felt nervous. The last time he was on the field was five years ago and he didn't trust his skills anymore. But then, one look at Hermione, how her eyes were wide with devastation and trust, he knew that he had no other choice but to step up.

For Rose. For Hermione.

Taking a deep breath, he let the gears in his head turn for a while, before finally resolutely nodded his head. "All right," he said, brandishing out his own wand. "Wait for me here. I'll be quick."

Before anyone could ask him what he was planning, Draco broke away from the group and walked a little further in the forest. He scanned the forest for any signs of Death Eaters, his senses heightened in case any defense was needed. Then, satisfied that he was alone, he vividly recalled every detail of that rollercoaster ride in Happy Land with Rose and Hermione, before drawing a circle and muttering, "Expecto Patronum."

A great, dazzling wolf bounded out from his wand. Draco then proceeded to whisper an order before his Patronus sprinted away, once again drenching the forest with darkness.

Draco mentally said a silent prayer of hope as he returned to the small group. Potter looked agitated, ready to pounce at him for answers, but Draco already beat him to it. "Here's the plan," he said, scanning the small group. "We are going to lure out Lestrange and his band of bastards as soon we step foot in the house. And what I mean by that is immediately."

"Isn't Rose our priority?" one Auror asked, a middle-aged man with visible, abundant freckles on his face despite the dark.

"I know that," Draco snapped, briefly looking at the silent Hermione.