Muddy Green Waters || Draco Malfoy

43 - What's Wrong With His Face?

I looked up at a pair of impressive wrought-iron gates, beyond them a long, gravel drive led to a handsome manor house. Draco's home.

The gates swung open and we were shunted up the drive, stumbling and staggering as each of our captors dragged us viciously, Greyback's gnarled, yellow fingernails digging painfully into my arms.

My heart hammered in my chest as we neared the manor. I had no idea what was going to happen. I could be about to see Draco - but in the worst of circumstances. A part of me longed to see his face again, but another part of me wanted to run as far away from this situation as possible. This was too dangerous for all of us.

A door opened, spilling light on us all, as a woman I recognised to be Draco's mother, looked down coldly at us, scrutinising our faces.

"Follow me," She said, leading us down a hallway lined with portraits. "My son, Draco is home for his Easter holidays. If that is Harry Potter, he will know."

My pulse quickened. I could barely breathe. Draco was here. And he was going to be the one to hand us in to Voldemort.

We entered a large drawing room. It held a magnificent crystal chandelier and more portraits against dark purple walls. Two figures rose from chairs in front of an ornate marble fireplace and we were thrown roughly before them. I looked up.

Draco and his father, Lucius.

I saw the wild panic build in Draco's eyes as they rested on me. Fear mounted in my chest as I realised the awful position he was in. Draco's loyalty will always remain with his family. Snape's words drifted through my mind.

"What is this?" Lucius drawled.

"They say they've got Potter," Narcissa said in her cold voice. "Draco, come here."

I saw him swallow as he nodded curtly, walking towards us, his eyes now darting nervously over us all, trying not to look directly at me.

Greyback pushed Harry towards Draco who halted under the light of the chandelier.

"Well, boy?" The werewolf rasped. I held my breath, wondering what Draco was going to do.

It seemed that Draco was reluctant to look at Harry and only allowed his eyes to glance into his face briefly, before quickly lowering them to the floor again.

"Well, Draco?" Lucius stepped forward sounding avid. "Is it Harry Potter?"

"I can't- I can't be sure," Draco stammered. I breathed. He was stalling.

"But look at him carefully, look! Come closer!" Lucius placed his arm around Draco's neck, urging him closer to Harry. "Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiv-"

"Now, we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr Malfoy?" Greyback jumped in menacingly.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that in my own house!" Lucius shrieked, glaring at Greyback before turning to Draco, softening his voice. "Come on, son, look closely now."

"What's wrong with his face?" Draco asked. He looked perplexed, almost disgusted, as he peered closely at the effect Hermione's jinx had on Harry's face.

"Looks like a stinging jinx," Lucius squinted, peering even closer. "There's something there, it could be the scar, stretched tight..."

My stomach lurched. Draco was now looking fearful. "I don't know," he finally said, quietly.

"We need to be absolutely sure or if we call the Dark Lord and it isn't Potter then he'll kill us all for certain." Narcissa spoke, allowing me to breathe a little. Hopefully Draco's reluctance would be enough.