Harry Potter One Shots

(2) Malfoy Manor

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With Granger's life, and possible the future of the Wizarding World and the fate of the war on his back, Snape walked calmly as he could to where Bellatrix and the Malfoys were huddled over the screaming body of Granger. He felt pity for Granger, really he did, he didn't want to see her tortured like this, but he had, sadly, become accustomed to this during the war. This being, seeing people that he knew tortured and killed, and himself being unable to do anything about it, except to make sure that the bodies were found.

He had just heard Bellatrix mention the Sword of Gryffindor, something that he was responsible for putting in the hands of the Golden Trio.

Bellatrix must have heard his footsteps, because she stood up, a look of forced calm on her face. She savagely kicked Hermione in the ribs, receiving a groan of response from her. She had long past the stage of screaming.

"Want to take a turn?" her voice, though soft, told him that he should nod. He nodded, thinking quickly. He had already formed a vague plan in his head, and was glad that Potter and the younger Weasley were no longer in the spotlight. He would have to break cover, that, he figured, was okay, the war was, it seemed, for better or for worse, almost over.

He bent down, and grabbed Granger by the shoulder, supporting her weight, he did his best to be gently, but he still heard her groan and whimper. He carried her over to the other two prisoners with ease. He set her down without trouble, only feet away from Potter and Ronald.

He looked back at the other Death Eaters, knowing that they would require an explanation. He smirked, and looking at Bella said, "I didn't think that the other two were getting a good enough view". While the others laughed, distracted, he fell to his knees, between the bound prisoners and Granger, and pulled out his wand. He, with his back to Potter and Ronald, grabbed one of their shoulders. He muttered a complicated charm, that Dumbledore had taught him, that would allow him to disapparate, despite the protections over Malfoy Manor, and also allow him to apparate anywhere he chose. He grabbed Hermione by the shoulder, and after a quick glance to make sure that no one had cottoned on yet, caught Draco's eye.

He momentarily lifted his hand from Hermione's shoulder, and accioed the sword of Gryffindor and the beaded bag, thinking it was important, to him. It flew out of Bella's tight grasp and into his hand. He put his hand mostly back on Hermione, still holding the sword, and the bag that it was in, as well as his wand in that hand. Hermione, by now was unconscious, oblivious to the world.

To Draco he winked, hopefully unnoticed, and disapparated away, all three prisoners with him.

He, having given no forethought as to where he would dissaperate, simply thought of the first place that death eaters couldn't, hopefully, get into. Which was the Order's Headquarters.

After Grimmauld place was in use, Dumbledore had set up another, similar house, that would serve as headquarters if something happened to Grimmauld. Insuring that the Order would always have somewhere safe to go. Dumbledore had died before it was utilized, the secret of it had died with him. Until, only weeks ago, Snape had discovered some papers of Dumbledore's, full of knowledge, and had tracked it down.

No one, on either side, to the best of Snape's knowledge, knew about it.

They reappeared with a resounding crack, in the front room, just inside of the main entrance door. The house was isolated, in the middle of a forest somewhere. No one would bother them, or even suspect that they were there.

Ron and Harry, still bound together, struggled even harder to get lose from the ropes. It was in vain though, and Snape flicked his wand at them, causing the ropes to fall away. Immediately, the two stood and rushed past Snape, successful in ignoring him, and ran to Hermione's side. She had fallen unconscious earlier and was still so.