TRAINING WHEELS

CAPTURED

20th October 1997

When Draco's eyes fluttered open, his body felt heavy and his eyes tired. The clock on the side table told him that it was nearly one in the afternoon, which nearly made him jump. Draco had always been an early riser, yet as the days rolled on and his depression deepened, he slept for longer and longer. In a dream land where sometimes Amora was still his.

He was pretty sure he had woken from a dreamless sleep this time. Or at least he couldn't remember anything. Just reading in the dim light and then nothing. That was how it usually went these days though.

His back was stiff from falling asleep in the library chair, clicking as he sat up. He still wore his clothes from the day before, the bags beneath his eyes and the messiness of his overgrown blond hair being the only indicator that he had woken up less than a minute ago.

He picked the book up off of the ground and placed it on the table, pursing his lips together. Draco wondered if today would be one of the days where he would sneak off to Buckley Cottage and sit on the beach, watching the waves roll, or if he would stay here and read. It was getting colder with each day, so probably the latter one.

Draco pushed the door open, the silence of the library suddenly being interrupted by deep yells. His stomach dropped, realising that something had happened and the Death Eaters who had invaded his house were not happy. He prayed Potter hadn't been captured or found.

"Dead?" He heard the calm tone of the Dark Lord. Draco had grown too used to it.

"Yes, dead!" Draco heard a familiar yell as he moved around the corner, finding his parents standing in the foyer alongside Voldemort, Amycus Carrow, Bellatrix, and a few other Death Eaters. "She died an hour ago!"

"How dare you take that tone with our Dark Lord!" Bellatrix hissed.

Amycus paled in realisation, swallowing thickly.

"Now, now, Bella," Voldemort said, glancing towards her. "Amycus here is upset by his sister's passing, which is only natural." He looked back at Amycus. "You say it was a group of students?"

"No - well - yes!" Amycus was clearly shaken. "Her seventh year Muggle Studies class."

"Oh." Voldemort's eyes moved to Draco, causing everybody to turn and face him. He nearly flinched - he forgot he wasn't just watching from the outside. "Draco, please. Join us. One of your peers may be responsible for the death of Alecto Carrow, it seems."

Alecto was dead? Someone in his year had murdered her?

Draco forced himself closer to them, purposely ignoring his parents' stares. His mother immediately inched towards him. His father looked... slightly proud? Lucius raised his chin higher to the ceiling, as if to set an example for his son who had long since worked out that he was merely a follower and a coward.

"It was that girl! That wretched blood-traitorous girl!" Amycus seethed, "She killed my sister!"

Draco's heart leapt in his chest. There were only five Pureblooded girls in his year, which certainly narrowed the culprits down, but in his gut he knew. He didn't know how, but he knew.

"And who is this murderer, Amycus?" Voldemort questioned.

Amycus' face was red as he spat, "Amora Buckley."

Draco was pretty sure the world had stopped spinning. A hand immediately grasped his wrist, his mother being the only thing bringing him stability in that moment. Narcissa released a shaky breath, probably for the both of them. Draco began to furiously Occlude, praying it would be enough.

Voldemort's red eyes flickered to Draco. "Amora Buckley," he repeated in a hiss and Draco detested the way her name sounded coming from him. "Ah, the daughter of Elle Buckley. Like mother, like daughter, it seems. Do you know Amora Buckley, Draco?"

Draco stopped gritting his teeth. "Only in passing, my Lord."

"What is she like?" Voldemort continued, "Is she as ignorant as her mother?"

Amycus frowned. "My Lord -"

"I will not let you off again, Amycus," Voldemort snapped furiously, "Silence." He looked back at Draco. "Well?"

"She -" Draco swallowed. "She was just a Hufflepuff, my Lord. I never paid much attention to her. She mainly kept to herself and had a small group of friends. As I said, I only ever knew her from classes, my Lord."

Bellatrix seemed to be squinting her eyes at Draco, almost as if she didn't believe him, but Narcissa gave his wrist a squeeze, confirming that he was alright. His lie had been believable enough for the Dark Lord to turn back to Amycus.

"Bring Amora Buckley to me," Voldemort replied, "I will allow you to have your revenge, Amycus."

Draco began to internally panic. His heart skipped a beat and Narcissa's grip grew even tighter.

"That's the thing, my Lord." Amycus' voice trembled before Draco could stupidly interrupt and try to, perhaps suicidally, stop them going after Amora. "Amora Buckley had disappeared - just like Leon Holloway."

The Malfoy's boy's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. This was the first he was hearing of Leon's disappearance, and hearing his name come from a Death Eater's lips had taken him aback.

"They are obviously hiding together," Voldemort said, "This Leon Holloway was a Hufflepuff too. Do you know him, Draco? Were Buckley and Holloway friends?"

Draco managed a shrug. "No, I didn't know Holloway, my Lord. And I'm unsure if they were ever friends or not."

"Did you even go to Hogwarts, Draco?" Voldemort said, sending a small smile to Lucius and Bellatrix.

Coming from anybody else, it might have been a joke, but they knew it was a warning - Draco better start making himself more useful, or Voldemort would assume Draco was lying. Lucius and Bellatrix both forced small laughs.

"Well, we cannot allow Amora Buckley to get away with this," Voldemort said finally, "she will pay the price. An eye for an eye, if you will. Amycus, we will bring more Death Eaters into the school to aid the search for Amora Buckley and even Leon Holloway. It seems as though yourself, Snape, and Alecto were incapable of doing it yourselves, after all."

Draco watched Amycus clench his fists. "Yes, My Lord."

"Lucius, fetch Mulciber and Avery. Perhaps Greyback too. The school's grounds will be searched. They can try to hide, but they will be found," Voldemort promised.

D.M + A.B

25th October 1997

  It had been five days without food. Amora and Leon gulped water down from the tap in the bathroom and lounged about, attempting to preserve the little energy they had left in case they were caught. For the first day or so, Amora just cried and cried, wishing she was in her mother's arms, and by the third she couldn't release a drop more.

Now, it was the fifth day. At least, they were pretty sure it was. It was getting hard to track time. Leon and Amora had both woken up a few hours ago, but neither had spoken to each other yet. Lots of time went by like this - there was only so much you could talk about, especially during the current circumstances.

"It must be really bad out there for them to not come back for so long," Leon finally muttered.

"Yeah," Amora whispered, staring up at the ceiling from the couch. "I think my stomach stopped rumbling two days ago. I just feel cold. Like no amount of warming charms will help me."

"Me too. It's like it's on the inside. That happens when you're starving," Leon murmured, then added, "We could huddle together for warmth?"

Amora's heart clenched and her eyes screwed shut for a moment. Solely for the way he had worded it, Amora wanted to decline. She thought of her snowglobe and those nights in the library with Draco. Merlin, a huge part of her wanted him right now; craved his warmth and his reassurance.

However, she was so cold and tired, Amora found herself budging up the couch. Leon took this as an invitation, moving off of the ground where he had been sitting on some pillows, sitting down beside her.

"Do I wrap my arm around you?" Leon asked. "Tell me what you're comfortable with."

Amora released a small chuckle and placed her head on his shoulder. She could already feel his warmth emitting from his side, and his hands reached out and grasped hers, cupping them and rubbing them as if to try and warm them both up.

"I wish we could conjure a radiator or something," he mumbled.

"I want food," Amora replied, "Then we won't be cold."

Leon's legs were visibly shaking. He probably hadn't had an actual decent meal since he had been forced into hiding and that was over two weeks ago. She felt a surge of guilt rush through her. If she hadn't Crucio-ed Alecto, then Leon would still be getting food from either her or Pansy, Blaise, or Theo.

"What if the whole Muggle Studies class is in trouble for what I did?" Amora whispered, "What if they don't believe their cover story?"

"If something had happened to them, then Ginny or Luna or someone would come and find us," Leon said, but he didn't sound overly sure.

Amora tried not to dwell on it, but there wasn't much else to think about. Things seemed to lead back to her mother quite often, or more so what Alecto had said about her. It always made Amora feel sick to her stomach.

The minutes dwindled by. Maybe an hour went by of Amora and Leon using each other for warmth. It barely helped - the cold seemed to be inside of them. Neither had ever gone this long without food before and it felt like their bodies were shutting down. They'd gone past the light-headed stage around the second day, and now they were just... empty.

"We should drink some more water, it might help."

Leon left and returned with a couple of glasses filled with water. Amora took sips of hers, refraining from gulping it down like she wanted to. It had physically hurt her the last time she tried to do that. Once she was finished, she set her glass back down on the floor by the couch and craned her head up to the ceiling.

"I'm sorry about your dad," Amora said, feeling Leon stiffen beside her. "We weren't friends when it happened, but... Kathy told me he was dying when we were still best friends, and - well, I don't know. Nobody deserves that shit."

"Thanks," Leon muttered. "I'm sorry about your mum."

Amora didn't say anything for a minute. "This is depressing."

"If I had some weed, this would be perfect," Leon chuckled.

"I didn't like you on that stuff," Amora admitted, "I mean, sometimes you were alright, and other times you were a complete arsehole."

"I know," Leon exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "It was just how I coped after he died, you know?"

Amora nodded. "I swam. After Cedric, then when my mother went missing and that shit happened with Klaus and Draco and my other friends... It felt like it was the only thing that relaxed me enough. There's also a part of me that always knew I could just let the sea drag me out with it, but I never let it. I always stuck around, and... I don't know. It meant something to me."

Leon sighed. "Well, swimming is certainly a healthier coping mechanism than drugs. Might take it up if we ever make it out of this shit hole alive. I'm going to need a fuck ton of therapy, I'll tell you that for nothing."

Amora grabbed his hand again and gave it a small squeeze. She wasn't sure what words would comfort him. There was nothing she could say to make any of this better.

"If nobody comes for us in a couple of days, we're gonna need to go out there ourselves, you know," Leon murmured, "We'll die in here."

"Yeah," Amora agreed, "And I'd rather die battling it out than from starvation whilst in hiding."

"Me too."

Her thumb began to absentmindedly stroke Leon's hand. She closed her eyes and inhaled gently. She could fall asleep like this. It was the most comfortable she had felt in the past five days. Normally they were so alert, terrified someone would come into the room that wanted them dead.

"You took your plaits out," Leon acknowledged, a hand moving to a lock of her hair, lifting it and then dropping it back down onto her shoulder.

"Yeah, last night," Amora replied, her eyes flickering back open. "It was starting to hurt a little bit."

"You look older instantly," Leon said, before quickly adding, "in a good way."

Amora gave him a tiny smile, shaking her head in amusement. She swore she saw his eyes flicker down to her lips. She deemed it an accident, but then Leon did it again and she saw him tilt his head ever so slightly to the side from where they were inches apart. Amora closed her eyes and let him move closer.

She felt his warmth first, then his plump lips ghosted hers. They were touching, but it couldn't be considered a kiss - not yet. But then, she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him even further towards her, and their lips slotted together. Instantly, Amora's head flooded with Draco. His lips on her, his hand resting on her cheek, his nose brushing her skin.

Leon's mouth lifted from her, his lips kissing down her jaw and reaching her neck. She released a small moan, hugging him closer to her as he suckled on the sensitive skin beneath her ear, blowing on it slightly as he pulled away. Amora reached for his shirt and pulled him back up, reconnecting their lips for a few moments.

Leon pulled back first. "We shouldn't," he said, "we're just lonely and delirious because we could be about to die at any moment."

Amora found herself speaking before her mind could even begin to think. "I don't care."

She just wanted to be held, to be close to somebody. Leon felt so warm and safe.

Leon gave a small chuckle. "Amora, you're still in love with Malfoy."

Amora felt her face shift, slightly angry. "No, I'm not," she refused, the words tumbling past her lips like bitter acid. "No. I don't love Draco anymore."

"Yes you do," Leon said, "I can hear you mumbling his name in your sleep. It's okay to still love him - feelings don't just vanish, even when they've done bad things or hurt you."

"Well, you said it yourself," Amora pointed out, "We could die any moment. Why can't we just live for right now, Leon? I have to move on from him at some point."

"Because we're not going to die," Leon reassured her, "And you and me are best friends and nothing more. I'll hold you, Amora, but I won't kiss you again."

Amora's face fell into her hands and she groaned. "Fucking hell..." She said, "I sounded just like Harry. I - I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Leon replied, "It takes two to kiss."

"How is it that you were the one being responsible?" Amora muttered.

Leon shrugged. "Maybe I just don't feel like getting punched in the face by Malfoy again when he finds out."

"Leon," Amora warned.

"I'm kidding."

"It's not funny," Amora replied, bringing her knees up to her chest and resting her head back against the couch.

She closed her eyes, the deep hollowness inside of her seemingly growing bigger and heavier. Amora missed Draco so much, and she wished she didn't. Especially over the past few days. She considered clutching her necklace a lot, but it wasn't good for her to dwell on him. Why was it so hard to forget?

It was far easier falling in love with Draco Malfoy than it was to fall out of love with him - that much was for sure.

D.M + A.B

22nd October 1997

By the seventh day, it was almost unbearable. Amora spent her hours agonising over the hunger pains wracking through her body and the dizziness of her head, balancing that with the fact that she couldn't stop worrying about her friends and classmates. Her Slytherins were determined and loyal to her - if there was a way to bring her food, they would have done it by now. Something was seriously wrong.

Leon spent almost all of his time asleep. Amora struggled not to do the same. There was nothing else to do, and he was so exhausted that sometimes he struggled to stay awake for more than a few hours. The final straw for Amora was when he stood to go and get some water from the tap, only for his body to collapse.

Amora rushed towards him, ignoring all of the blood rushing to her head as she knelt beside him, brushing some of his long hair off his face.

"Are you okay?" Amora questioned, "Did you hit your head or anything?"

"Don't know," Leon mumbled, lifting his shaky hands to his face. "I'm so tired, 'Mora. I feel like everytime I fall asleep, I might not wake up again."

Panic seized Amora with an icy grip, and the brunette helped guide Leon so that his back was pressed to the couch. His face was scrunched up slightly.

"My heart's pounding so fast," he whispered, "It won't stop."

"Let me get you some water, okay?" Amora rubbed his cheek in a soothing manner for a second before she darted into the bathroom with the cup Leon had been drinking from since he arrived here.

She helped him take a few sips, her eyes darting towards the door every now and then as her own heart started to beat faster. Amora took a deep breath and then forced a small smile at Leon.

"Stay right here, alright?" Amora murmured.

"Where are you going?" Leon questioned, gripping his cup tightly in his fingers. "You can't leave. It's not safe."

"I'm going to get you some help, alright?" Amora reassured him, "Just stay here, stay calm, and try to keep awake, alright? Keep sipping this water."

"Amora." Leon grasped her wrist weakly before she could turn and leave. "Be safe."

Amora merely twisted her wrist so she could take his hand and give it a firm squeeze. She knew not to make promises, she had been on the receiving end of many broken ones herself. Amora had no idea what sort of Hogwarts was waiting for her outside those doors, but she knew she couldn't sit around and watch Leon get sicker and sicker until eventually he died. Amora herself could feel the energy draining from her as the hours dwindled by.

She grasped her wand in one hand and moved forwards. Glancing back, she found Leon blinking tiredly at her, and he gave her a nod. It was all she needed before she twisted the handle of the door. Immediately, she felt the air grow cooler, and the pure brittleness of it nearly made her cry in frustration - she just wanted to be warm.

The first thing she noticed was how quiet it was, and also the fact that it was pitch black outside of the windows. Only the dim oil lamps lit her way through the corridors. Amora's teeth chattered, her hand trembling, her eyes alert and her mouth ready to spit any incantation she might need.

Footsteps came slowly from the corridor she was about to go down, and so Amora quickly pressed herself against the wall, clamping a hand over her mouth so they didn't hear her breaths. Amora watched a man that she didn't recognise walk past, but Amora knew the dark robes and the scowl on his face wasn't good news. He was probably a Death Eater.

It didn't matter though, because he didn't notice her. Amora wasn't sure if she should head straight to the kitchens or to get help, but either way, she had a lot of floors to go down. Amora drifted down the stairs, careful of her footing with her slightly airy state of mind, desperate to get her hands on something for her and Leon to eat.

Maybe they were past that point - maybe they needed the kind of nutrients only medicine would provide after this long with just water, but Amora knew she needed to try. She couldn't let Leon down.

Amora managed to make it down a flight of stairs, and then another. Her knees felt wobbly and she grew breathless extremely quickly, but nevertheless, she pushed on. No matter how badly she wanted to just lay on the floor and give up. Death would be easier than this, and she'd get to see her mother and Cedric again, but she knew they'd also kill her for giving up so soon.

Her wheezing breaths were starting to grow louder and she was all too conscious of it. Amora tried placing her hand over her mouth, but it only made her feel more suffocated - as if she had run a marathon. Sweat clung to her forehead and matted the hair resting by her neck, and she felt like throwing up water.

Amora moved to the side of one of the corridors, perching beside a piece of armour she'd never even spared a second glance at before. She curled her knees up to her chest to make herself as small as possible, taking deep breaths in, and deep breaths out. Her strength was leaving her, and so was her time.

For a few moments, Amora must have briefly blacked out, because when she opened her eyes, her hand was warm and holding the necklace around her neck. In fact, it was borderline hot. Amora pulled the necklace out of the crumpled school shirt and jumper she wore, peering at the inside of the ring in the darkness.

WHERE ARE YOU?

Amora chewed on her bottom lip as it trembled. She must have been the one to initiate the ring-holding, and it had probably shocked Draco. He was probably worried for her.

I'M IN TROUBLE.

His response came less than two seconds later.

STAY HIDDEN. THEY'RE LOOKING FOR YOU.

Amora resisted the urge to scream.

HAVE TO GET HELP. NOT GOING TO MAKE IT.

Again, Draco was quick.

I HAVE AN IDEA.

Amora heard a burst of magic and then small footsteps. Her heart leapt in her chest, a painful action considering how malnourished she was, but then, as she peered past the armour, she saw a tiny figure heading up to her. It was a House-elf, one that Amora had never seen at Hogwarts before.

"Miss Amora?" The House-elf whispered, moving over to her. "Master Draco has ordered Mippy to help you escape Hogwarts School."

Amora released a tiny, exhausted laugh, her hand reaching out to the small creature. She moved to clasp her hand, lifting its other hand to snap her fingers, but Amora quickly tugged her hand away.

"I can't leave without Leon," she said.

Mippy frowned. "Master Draco said nothing to Mippy about a Leon, Miss Amora."

"I refuse to leave without him," Amora replied stubbornly.

"Master Draco said 'whatever it takes', so Mippy shall get this Leon for you, Miss Buckley. May Mippy get you to safety first, then come back for this Leon?" Mippy questioned.

"Yeah," Amora exhaled, extending her hand again. "He's in the Room of Requirement, Mippy. His name is Leon Holloway."

"Understood, Miss Buckley. Hold tight."

Amora did as she was told, and then she felt the familiar twisted pull of Apparition. It made her stomach flip and her brain feel like mush, her body collapsing onto dewy grass. The air was cold and she shivered, sitting up and feeling everything rush to her head.

"Get Leon," Amora told Mippy.

Mippy nodded. "Don't move, Miss Amora. Mippy be getting Leon now."

Amora gave a small nod and watched as Mippy disappeared into thin air. She was left in the dark cold, and as she squinted her eyes into the distance, she could make out Hogwarts' castle standing, barely any lights twinkling from its many windows. It looked sad rather than one of Amora's favourite places on earth.

It felt so surreal to look at the school and realise that she was no longer trapped inside of it. She had a slim chance of surviving now. Amora would have thought that she was dreaming if it wasn't for the biting wind and the blades of wet grass beneath her legs that tickled her in a nearly painfully itchy way.

Then, much to her horror, she could see that more and more lights in the castle began to brighten. It was as if something had triggered a domino effect, and Amora knew that somebody must have spotted either her or Leon and Mippy. She began to mutter beneath her breath, praying with everything inside of her that Leon made it out okay.

A sudden howl came from the Forbidden Forest below Hogwarts' grounds, making the hair on the back of Amora's neck stand up. Birds flew from the trees and she heard yet another howl from somewhere closer to Amora. She jumped up on her feet and began to run further down the field, having no idea where she was going or if she really needed to run.

She darted as fast as her legs would take her, scrambling on her hands for a second, and her legs buckled as she was going down a slope. Amora released a dry sob of frustration. She felt like she was going to have a heart attack or something, her body under so much stress.

Her knees had smacked the ground painfully, her school skirt stained in mud as she moved so she lay on her back instead. Her brown eyes bored into the night sky above, watching the stars twinkle back down at her. A hand on her shoulder nearly made her scream as she jumped to life, pointing her wand.

"It's me." Leon held his hands up in defence, Mippy holding onto his legs in an attempt to keep him up. "We think a student saw you and reported you to someone. All of the teachers are out looking for you, and the Death Eaters."

"Fuck," Amora whispered, "Listen, there was howling coming from -"

Another howl sounded, but this time it was much closer than before. Amora, Leon, and Mippy craned their heads to see a werewolf standing at the edge of the woods across the field - but not just any werewolf. It was Fenrir Greyback. He was notorious for attacking children.

Leon's hands shifted to guide Amora up, not taking his eyes off of the beast. Mippy gulped and turned to face them both.

"Mippy is very sorry but Mippy is to take orders for Master Lucius over Master Draco, and Mippy is told that Mippy can not be getting into trouble," Mippy gulped, "Mippy must leave before Master Draco is caught for helping Miss Amora and this Leon."

"Wait, Mippy, Apparate us to -" Leon couldn't finish his sentence, because Mippy had already clicked her fingers and disappeared. "Fuck! We gotta Apparate."

Amora nodded quickly. "Take us to some Muggle place Greyback won't know."

Greyback was marching towards them, something grasped in his hand and dragging across the grass. Amora believed they had to be robes - probably hers. It was probably how he had gotten her scent and managed to find her so fast.

"I can't Apparate," Leon hissed, "You'll have to do it. I was always too busy getting high to take my test."

"Merlin, Leon," Amora cried, but grabbed his wrist.

Greyback seemed to realise what they were doing and he began to run towards them now. He was a huge man that looked more beast than human, nothing like Remus Lupin, and his yellow teeth were bared and threatening.

"Go!" Leon yelled in a hurry.

Amora Disapparated. Both teenagers landed with a thump on the grass in a park in central London, much to Leon's confusion. Amora spotted the pond filled with swans and remembered her time with Draco here on her sixteenth birthday. She didn't know why it was the first place to come to mind, but that didn't matter, because Greyback had managed to grab a hold of Leon on the way through.

"Fuck!" Leon cried, holding his leg which had been scraped by long claws.

Amora coughed, incredibly weak from Apparating twice with such a weak body, but drew her wand and pointed it at Greyback who was a few feet away, climbing to his feet. In the distance, Amora could hear the pubs and clubs blasting music and drunk people yelling and chanting, but they seemed to be alone.

"Give it up, Buckley," Greyback sneered, "I've got you now, and you ain't getting away this time. The Dark Lord will be so pleased when I give him one of the highest Undesirables."

"Stupefy!" Amora yelled, but Greyback was quick to doge the spell and then dart forwards.

He grabbed Amora by the shoulders and slammed her onto the hard grass. She struggled to regain breath, listening to the unmistakable sound of a wand snapping. Amora saw Leon try to tackle the huge beast with her blurry vision, and then she heard a scream and felt something warm splatter her face.

She tried to sit back up, willed everything inside of her to try one more time for Leon, but Greyback grabbed her and hauled her over his shoulder, and the third Disapparation of the night was enough to knock her out.

D.M + A.B

Draco knew something was wrong the second Mippy Apparated back into the manor and didn't dare meet his eye. He marched after the little House-elf who attempted to scurry away from him, and then he pushed her against the wall slightly. Still, Mippy tried to avert her gaze.

"Please, Master Draco," her voice wobbled. "Mippy tried her best, but it was the werewolf, Master Draco, and Mippy can't -"

"My Lord!" A deep voice that never failed to make Draco flinch boomed from downstairs. "My Lord, I have the girl! I have the girl!"

Draco was sure that his heart had stopped. He pushed away from Mippy, not thinking much at all as he raced down the stairs of Malfoy Manor, praying that Greyback would have gotten the wrong person, or that this was all some sort of sick nightmare that he could eventually wake up from.

However, his whole body froze when he found Greyback in the foyer, another Death Eater entering through another door to stare down at Amora's body. She looked pale and so thin, her cheekbones seemingly sharper than he remembered them and there was blood splattered across her skin. Her dark hair was sprawled out around her, her school uniform crumpled and dirtied, her knee bleeding a little bit.

It was unmistakably Amora.

"Don't just stand there," Greyback spat at the Death Eater who was looking down at Amora curiously. "Go and get the Dark Lord!"

Draco swallowed harshly and then felt a hand place itself on his shoulder. He glanced up, finding his mother on the stair above him, her eyes also trained on Amora. She looked both terrified and sympathetic.

"There is no need, Fenrir," Voldemort said smoothly as he entered the foyer, barely glancing at Amora. "So this is the girl who murdered Alecto? She doesn't look like much."

Bellatrix's lip curled. "Please, My Lord, allow me to do the honours of disposing of the girl -"

"No, it should be me, I found her," Greyback growled.

Draco felt sick. He opened his mouth, and -

"Silence," Voldemort ordered, "As promised, Amycus shall be the one to avenge his sister. Now, Lucius," he looked to the man on his left. "If you do not mind, I would appreciate you waking the girl up."

Lucius nodded. "Yes, My Lord," he said quietly, reaching for his wand only to pause.

"Oh, that's right," Voldemort mocked delightfully, "You do not have the privilege of a wand. Draco, how about you step in for your father? Wake your classmate up."

Draco hesitated and moved forward when Narcissa gave him a small nudge. He knelt down beside Amora, his heart pounding so fast that he was scared Greyback would notice if he was listening close enough, and he pointed his wand at Amora's face.

"Renervate."

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Hi guys!! Sorry that it's been a while. I moved into my uni flat on sunday and ive just been really busy adjusting and doing freshers week and stuff. I hope this chapter is alright, it's not super proofread or anything but yeah. I'll try and get another chapter out next week, but just in case i don't, you know i haven't given up - i'm just super busy :)))

Thanks so much for reading <3

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