Scarhead (A Drarry Fic)

chapter twenty seven-Harry's psychological death

  Ron and Hermione had no choice, they had to trust him. So they apparated with him, Blaise and Pansy to the courtyard in front of the manor. They turned right, into a wide driveway that led off the lane. The high hedge curved with them, running off into the distance beyond the pair of impressive wrought-iron gates barring the men's way. A squawking sound made them all turn their heads in alarm. the source of the noise proved to be nothing more than a pure-white peacock, stirring majestically along the top of the hedge. A handsome manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the diamond-pained downstairs windows. Somewhere in the dark garden beyond the hedge a fountain was playing. 

"Are you sure it's safe to be this close?" Ron asked.

"Relax, this is as close as we're getting. Follow me." He pulled them away from the house and further into the forest.Draco went through the plan in his head, wanting it to sound intelligent when he proposed it to them. His first priority was getting Harry out of the house, and if he could, his wand as well. He would drop Harry off with Ron and Hermione and leave with his mother somewhere safe and out of perception of Voldemort.

They walked for several minutes before stopping at an old shed. Paint peeled and the windows cracked. The door threw dust into the air as he shoved with great force to open it. There was not much inside the shed, no place to sit at least.

The others coughed as they entered shooing dust away from their faces. "I used to hide here when my father went off." Draco told them. "I would hide muggle toys under the floorboards, I stole them from the muggle children in the village." he chuckled and sat on a space on the floor furthest from the door.

"What is this?" Hermione asked picking up a book, she opened it and an envelope fell out. "Do you mind?" she asked tearing it open.

"Um, I guess not."he said, frowning.

Her eyes tore along the paper of Draco's neat cursive writing. She began to read aloud, "Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force, some in their garments, though new-fangled ill, some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; and every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, wherein it finds a joy above the rest. but these particulars are not my measure; all these i better in one general best. thy love is better than high birth to me, richer than wealth, prouder than garments; cost, of more delight than hawks or horses be; and having thee, of all men's pride I boast- wretched in this alone, that thou mayest take all this away and me most wretched make."

"Draco, that's so poetic." Pansy chimed.

He rolled his eyes, "before you get too impressed I didn't actually write that. I found it in a book and liked it so I wrote it down."

"Who knew Draco Malfoy would like Shakespeare?" Hermione said amused.

"Who?"

"A muggle poet, the guy who wrote this."

"Oh, yeah well, that one at least. I haven't even heard of the guy."

"Can we get to the topic about saving my best friend?" Ron asked. 

"Right, we need a well thought out plan, and fast. Voldemort is not going to let him live for long. Harry's wand is in a safe next to the mantle in the drawing room, retrieving his wand will be the hard part. Harry is in the cellar behind a door with a snake on it. the snake is security and will bite if some one who does not hold the mark tries to get in so I will be the one going to get Harry. Ron and Hermione I need to to light the manor on fire after I've gotten Harry out a ways, far enough to make a safe escape."

"You what?!" Ron practically screamed.

"Light the manor on fire. Burn it to the ground. I need the death eaters to leave so I can exit with Harry without being noticed. Pansy and Blaise, you two will be my extra protection, you will warn me when some is coming. Pansy you will be outside the cellar door at the top of the stairs, Blaise I need you near the Drawing room. Make sure no one leaves until the fire has started."