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The Dark lord tried to kill Harry with Lucius' wand, only after being told of course that it would work but Olivander. Whose desperate cries made the Manor filled with noise.

Along with who ever else they were keeping in that dungeon of theirs, that knowledge of course you were not privy to. That was Wormtail's job, a man completely motivated by fear, a pathetic thing. Sad excuse for a wizard.

It maddened you when they all returned untouched, every death eater who had been sent away to capture Harry and not a single one killed. But you'd never admit that, not even to yourself.

That night the screaming was immeasurable, the information Olivander gave Voldemort had failed him, nearly costing him his life.

You and Draco winched as the screaming perverted the halls.

"How much more do you think the old man can take of this?" you held your hand to your forehead.

"I don't know. I am surprised he has made it this far" Draco tapped his foot on the ground, his shoe making light thumping noises to the rhythm on the ground below him.

"What are the chances we go back to Hogwarts?" you asked.

"My Mother is insistent... even my father is trying to convince The Dark Lord we should go. Something about needing students on the inside to watch the masses."

"I wager he doesn't need us here anyway... not that we can do much for him. Especially after our only mission had failed"

"My mission" he spoke. "Not yours"

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"A wedding?" You scoffed. "Seems foolish to have a wedding with the world like this. Even for them"

"Anything I reckon to forget for even a night that the world is ending"

"They're just inviting the attack" you shook your head. "So many witches and wizards against the dark lord in one space? Fools"

"Fools" he agreed. But his eyes stayed set on the book before him, unreading.

The wizarding world it seemed over the course of the summer had become everything The Dark Lord wanted it to be. His.

The ministry had fallen, with the death of the Minister of Magic, the deaths of many muggle families along with many missing witches and wizards. The world was at a stand still, waiting for what was to come.

Either Harry Potter died, or the world would in the process.

You had been in waiting everyday until you were told you'd be going back to Hogwarts. Waiting patiently for an escape from this place, to be somewhere else, anywhere else.

Snape would be headmaster, The Carrow would be professors. The Dark Arts and Muggle studies. How Alecto was going to teach a subject on something she clearly didn't care for would make for an interesting year.

And Dark arts... Which once had been the defence against, would now be casting forbidden spells... not repelling them.

But even with this, it would still be better than being here. The nights you could hope would not be filled with the screaming of dungeon bound prisoners or random witches and wizards brought here to either join or die.

You couldn't imagine how many bodies Nagini could eat. The ones she was too full for or just not in her taste would lay in a mass grave just on the outskirts of the Malfoy manor. Of which you could see just through the back window in Draco's bedroom.

"Sometimes I feel like I can smell it" you ground your teeth as Draco closed the blinds.

"It's in your head" Draco assure you.

"I know it is... but it doesn't make me any less sick"

"We should know by weeks end if we go back" Draco assured you, walking to where you sat on the foot of the bed.

"What will we do if we don't?"

"I- I don't know"

"How long before we join them." you meant it to be a question as you looked back toward that same window, but it didn't sound like one.

It seemed Draco in a matter of weeks had become the hopeful one.

"Never" he knelt before you "We will never be food. Or soil in that place. We will run, we will hide, anything else"

You cracked a small smile "When did you become the hopeful one?"

"When I realized there is so much to live for"

You did everything in your power to keep your minds off of the world you were stuck in. During the days you'd pull away books from the Manor Library, going back to old hobbies.

Teaching yourselves Latin, and reading Medieval literature, reciting sonnets. It seemed to all come back so perfectly. Even as you studied you remembered first learning the words. Years ago. Before the returning.

The Latin had turned into a code speak, seeing as even in the wizarding world the language was dead to those who didn't create spells, which most did not.

"Dic mihi tu diligis(Tell me you love me)" you sat together in the library one evening. Your fingers skipping over an inscribed hand written interpretation of Beowulf.

"Magis quam aliquid in mundo(More than anything in the world)" He replied, you bit your lip as his voice held these perfect words. The mellowed whisperings of your own river Styx.

//So Draco and I actually speak Latin pretty regularly to one another in my DR but I will play it down for the FF and will always translate for you when I use it <3 Let me know how you feel about this formatting style for it x//