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Third Person POV:

"Where is he?" Was the first thing Draco muttered the second he landed.

"Why hello to you too, Malfoy." The green-eyed wizard walked over but he immediately was obliged to dodge a spell. Lucien chuckled, "relax now, I reckon you've already been informed on the deal, isn't that right?"

"Oh I have," The blonde began in a bored tone as he slowly strolled closer. "but if I were you, I wouldn't really expect Annabeth to show up any time soon."

"Where is she?"

"Trapped, for now." Draco sighed. "I'm half certain the spell I casted would wear off in a while, which thankfully gives me enough time for me to end you, De Martel." He finished off with a smile, then out of no where proceeded to directly throw consecutive curses upon the man before him who happened to block each one.

"This doesn't have to go that way, Malfoy!" Lucien yelled as his wand kept flickering and obstructing whatever was being aimed at him. "Just help us get Bellatrix and we won't have to kill Harry."

Draco huffed as his lips curved upwards, "Over my dead body." And with that, he kept on battling.

It was about time Lucien started fighting back. After sliding sideways, allowing the horizontal blue light pass right next to him and hit the wall, he chuckled a sinister laugh and threw one back but Draco dodged it effortlessly.

Spell after spell, curse after curse, with no time, the aura became a war zone between just two wizards.

And although the majority of the ones Lucien was casting were known to be severely dark and dangerous curses taken from Severus Snape's 'Half-Blood Prince' book, the blonde Slytherin still managed to one him up but...

it didn't last much long as soon as he lost his balance and trembled backwards, falling pretty hard on his head once a spell struck him which he didn't seem to notice quite fast.

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Harry's POV:

It wasn't until now when I began hearing everything.

Groans, the sound of spells being casted, bodies being held back.

Although the noises were coming from a room completely far from where I am, it was all quite audible.

But I knew that there was no time for guessing games, so I'm going to go check on what's happening.

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Third Person POV:

"Oh I see," Draco chuckled as he got up easily, "you've brought backup," he smirked at the three other men on each side of Lucien who came out of nowhere, but Draco guessed that they had apparated or perhaps were already here in this place. They were all gripping a wand between their fingers as they glared at the blonde. "that's pretty pathetic."

And the battle goes on.

It was a three on one, so no doubt that scratches and bruises appeared on Draco's skin, mostly on his arms and neck, but he couldn't be bothered any less as both his defense and attack game were far from bad.

Minutes have past and the only thing echoing in the room were names of diverse spells and hexes.

But Draco was exceptionally not ready to hear his own name get called by someone across the room, making the chaos slowly pause.

His breath hitched the second his eyes landed on him.

"Harry, stay back." Draco warned, but he knew that not only he won't obey, but also that Lucien and his men won't let it happen either way—
and he was right.