Chapter 4
Ron had his wand pointed at Yaxley’s chest; Draco was behind the Death Eater with his wand pointed at the man’s back. Yaxley’s wand was in his hand, pointing at Ron’s chest, they were at a standstill.
It had been complete luck that they stumbled upon him. First they had to make sure it wasn’t the Yaxley of this time. It was their Yaxley, he was still wearing the artifact. Neither Draco nor Ron knew how the magical item worked so they needed to get it away from him in case it could be used now.
Losing him again wasn’t an option. He had already killed one muggle on his great escape. Draco didn’t really care that much about muggles, but he didn’t like murder of anyone. After everything with Dumbledore, his stomach just wasn’t strong enough for it.
What he didn’t like was being in the field either but with his past, his only hope to get his name back was to be an auror. Someone who is known for protecting others, not destroying them.
“You’re not going to win, boy,” Yaxley said, he was talking to Ron, he had yet to acknowledge Draco.
“We’ve already won. Did you not get the message when your boss combusted into a million pieces?” Ron snarled. He was getting angry, and Draco wanted to yell at him not to fall into Yaxley’s trap.
Everyone knew the Weasleys were very impulsive, Ron was worse than the rest. It was how Draco had been able to rile him up so easily in school.
“Don’t let him distract you,” Draco said to Ron.
“Listen to your boss,” Yaxley said. The redhead’s ears were scarlet now. Draco could practically see steam coming out of them.
“He’s not my boss, he’s a trainee.”
“He’s trying to distract you,” Draco said, letting Yaxley know he was onto his game.
“I know what he’s doing,” Ron snapped.
“You shouldn’t yell at your better,” Draco said.
The smirk was slight, so slight but it made him know that Ron knew what he was doing. It was something that Potter and Weasley were known for doing while working on missions together. They would argue, make the witch or wizard think their attention was on each other, only for the person they were trying to catch to drop their guard. Then it was pretty much over for the wizard because they would be hit by double spells. Potter had said he learned it from some muggle program that he saw once while mopping the floor while growing up.
“My better? It wasn’t me running from the Hogwarts battle with my tail between my legs…that was you…and your father.”
“Just because we saw who was winning, didn’t mean we were running away.”
“Sure looked that way to me, but I was actually fighting…along with Hermione. So, a muggleborn is more a wizard than you.”
Draco saw it, they had been worried to do anything to Yaxley because they didn’t know all the powers of the artifact. Some dark magical artifacts throw magic back at you. But now Yaxley thought he was so stealthy when he removed the artifact from his neck and slid it into his coat pocket.
“Accio pendent,” Draco said, pointing his wand at Yaxley. The pendent came out of the pocket and as soon as he had his hand on it, he shouted, “NOW!”
Ron hit Yaxley with a stunning spell, but it went wrong, Draco could see that, Yaxley fell, his head hitting a rock, hard. There was a crack and Yaxley’s head was at an odd angle. His eyes were open, but he was unseeing.
“I-I didn’t mean to kill him.”
“He was going to be killed once we got home anyway,” Draco told him, there was no reason to feel that bad about it.
“We can’t take a dead body back; the magic doesn’t work like that. He definitely can’t go to the Ministry as it stands now. Fudge would have me in Azkaban before the sun sets.”
“We need to talk to the other two first. Whatever we do we all have to be on the same page, or we might as well confess now and give ourselves over to the dementors,” Draco told him.
If it was any other Minister of Magic but Fudge they could just explain themselves. But this Fudge would never accept their vague answers. They couldn’t say anything either because of their contracts.
“The other two have names. Harry and Hermione.”
“We really don’t have time for this.”
Draco couldn’t believe any of this was happening. It couldn’t be, this had to be some nightmare. First, he was kidnapped by a bloke that looked like he could be his dad’s brother only to find out it’s him in the future. Even worse it seemed he was a friend of a Weasley, his father told him all about the Weasleys. Disgraces to the name of wizarding. Then he was locked up in some damp cellar with the Weasley boy, bloody Harry Potter and a muggleborn. His father would not be best pleased.
Now they were going door to door to find someone to let the muggleborn girl use the phoney thing to call her parents. The first three houses no one was home.
“Now, if someone answers don’t say anything, just smile,” Hermione told them, so he smiled. “Maybe not you Draco, it looks like you’re going to kill their cat.”
“What’s wrong with the way I smile?”
“No offense mate but, it’s creepy,” Ron said, Harry nodded along.
“It’s how purebloods smile,” he said, preening.
“I’m a pureblood, I don’t smile like that.”
Draco glared at the redheaded boy. “You may be a pureblood, but you have no class.”
The door opened, stopping anything Ron was going to say back. In front of them was a tall woman with way too much makeup. His mother would be scandalized.
“I’m sorry, I’ve already donated to UNICEF,” the woman said before she started to shut the door.
“Ma’am, is it possible for me to use your telephone? I need to call my mum,” Hermione said.
“And where is your mum? I’m sure it would be long distance and I’m not even sure my line reaches overseas. If you keep walking that way, you’ll find a store, maybe he’ll let you use his phone.” Then she shut the door.
“See, what did I tell you, all muggles are rude,” Draco said. “We tried your way, now we’ll try mine.”
“And what is your way?” Ron demanded.
“Come with me and you’ll find out.”
He knew they would follow; they didn’t have much of a choice. Now all he had to figure out what his way was, he might have let his mouth get away from him.”