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A sharp pain hit Harry like a needle through his stomach. Realizing it for what it was, he pushed Draco down to the floor just as a blue beam of light raced over their heads.

Lucius whirled around at the sound of curse hitting wall and snarled as a robed figure stepped out of the shadows.

“I told you not to let me see you,” the Death Eater hissed at Draco.

“Blaise—” Draco started.

“I found them!” Blaise yelled at the top of his lungs. The boy could say no more as he was flung back against the wall, the sound of broken bones on stone filling the hallway as the full fury that was Lucius Malfoy was unleashed in a fit of Veriae magic.

Blaise gasped as he slunk to the ground. “Run…now…” he whispered pitifully at Draco as Harry helped the young Malfoy to his feet.

“Come on!” Harry whispered, as Draco stared at his friend with a look of horror. He could hear the muffled footsteps of the Death Eaters getting closer, most likely tracking Blaise’s position with a spell.

The three now took off at a run. The long hallway was now filled with shouts and curses as the Death Eaters poured into the rooms of what had been Lucius’s personal wing. The sound of breaking glass, splintering wood, and a few shrieks of what had to be House Elves filled their ears, and yet could not drown out the sound of their own hurried footsteps, muffled by the rug.

The study door was still open as they neared it. A sigh of relief squelched in Harry’s throat as a lone figure walked though it to bar their path of escape.

The three running stopped short, a room’s length away from the robed figure. Almost cowering behind the steel wings of his father’s, Draco’s hand sought Harry’s as his own wings re-emerged, steel tipped on one side, soft as silk on the side near Harry.

“Luciussss Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter,” the figure hissed, and Harry could almost picture a forked tongue as he spoke.

“Get ready to run, Draco.” Lucius spoke calmly, his eyes never leaving the red ones of Lord Voldemort.

“Run?” The figure’s mouth curled into a cruel smile. “Where would you run? Not back up the corridor, surely. It’s full of my loyal Death Eaters by now. And you cannot run from the Killing Curse.”

“No, but you can block it.” Lucius replied just as calmly.

“Daddy.” Draco whispered, his eyes looking up at his father in new fear.

There was something Draco must know that I don’t, Harry thought.

“Ah yes, you always did say that, Luciusss. The easiest curse to block, you said. All you have to do is get someone in-between you and the curse and it’s blocked.” The smile twisted into a sneer. “There will be no one in between us when I cast it, I assure you.”

A wand lifted in their direction and Lucius shouted. “Now Draco!”

Draco didn’t wait to ask, but ran past his father towards Voldemort and the doorway, pulling Harry along behind him.