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CHAPTER 2

“Why do you have to go?” She cried into his shoulder, the day he had to leave, “Why now? I probably won’t ever see you again.”

“You know why Hermione.” Draco replied slowly, stroking the back on her hair with one hand, “I don’t want to go, but now Voldemorts after me, well, can you imagine if he found me.” Hermione burst into a new wave of tears as Mr Weasley came in.

“Ready Draco?” He said, “We’ll need to move quickly. Lupin just tipped me off that he’s seen a mysterious black cloud not that far from here, and the Death Mark.” He placed a hand on Hermiones shoulder and pulled her away from Draco. “Guys, we’re going now.” He called up the stairs. Harry and Ron came down quickly, followed by Fred and George, Ginny, Bill and Charlie.

“Good luck Draco!” Bill said, patting him on the back.

“Make sure you write and see us if you can!” Ginny told him.

“Just be careful, OK!” Harry nodded goodbye and Hermione let out a sort of scream and started crying this time on Harry’s shoulder. He patted her gently on the back.

“Well, bye then.” Draco half smiled and stepped out of the door, followed by Mr Weasley. He climbed into the back on the car and they set off towards London. Draco watched the house until only the turrets of the house could be seen, then he sat back in his seat and sighed deeply.

“I know what its like to leave home, Draco.” Mr Weasley said.

“S’not just that.”

“What is it? Hermione? Your other friends?”

Draco nodded. “Yes.” He said quietly, “Never thought I’d be the one on the run.” He forced a laugh.

“Yeah, for ages now Voldemort has just…totally ignored Harry’s existence. His new target is you. Traitory is a terrible thing Draco, even the Dark Lord knows that. But still, I suppose it’s made an improvement on Harry’s wisdom about him.” Mr Weasley paused, and looked into the back at Draco. He was sat very still staring out of the window.

“The Dark Marks above your house, Mr Weasley.”

“WHAT!” It wasn’t a question. Mr Weasley pulled his car round into the on coming traffic and parked quickly in the bus lane. “Oh god, NO!” He cried, jumping out of his car, followed quickly by Draco. The Dark Mark was indeed circling round the turrets of the Weasley’s family home; the misty green skull was suspended in the pitch-black sky. Mr Weasley’s face looked drained and his mouth was hanging open in shock. Draco could only think of one thing. Hermione.

“We’ve got to go back!” Draco said at once.

“No! No! You can’t! You’ll be killed and…” Mr Weasley paused. There was now thick grey smoke rising from the roof of the house.

“Come on! We’ve got to go! So what if I get killed. What about Hermione? Think of Molly!” Draco urged. Mr Weasley’s face turned whiter.

“I can’t afford to let Him get you!”

“I don’t care! I’d give my life for Hermione!” Draco’s voice grew weak from the smoke that was drifting over the city. “Come on Mr Weasley.” Draco begged, “Lets go back, please!” Mr Weasley nodded, his face was still white as they turned the car and sped back towards The Burrow.