Just a short chapter this time… showing the end of the night…thanks for all your reviews guys, you're all great!
Repercussions
Draco strode into his father's study without knocking, trailed by Crabbe and Goyle. He stopped short as he realised his father was not alone. He dropped to his knees and bowed his head. "Forgive me Lord, I didn't realise you were here" he mumbled, still staring straight down, unsure whether to expect a curse or a greeting. "You may get up Draco" Voldemort said in his high, cold voice that could send shivers down anyone's spine. Not Draco's though, not now. He killed Thomas, he was in a lot of trouble with everybody, a simple voice didn't faze him. He rose to his feet and gestured sharply for Crabbe and Goyle to do the same. "You have the box?" his father asked. Draco snapped his fingers and Crabbe stepped forward and handed him the black chest. Draco placed in on the table in front of his father. Voldemort stepped forward and studied the box intently, running his hands over its surface. He hissed in anger and straightened up, turning to face Draco. "This is a replica. It is not the real chest." he said, fury etched into his voice. Draco bowed low. "Forgive me Lord, I did not know." he said, letting no fear enter his words. Voldemort turned back to the box and waved a dismissing hand at Draco. "You weren't to know. But Bella should have. Goyle I want you to find her and bring her here, to me. Go." Draco fought hard not to sigh with relief as Goyle disapparated. His interest in the box heightened. If the Dark Lord was too distracted to punish him for bringing a fake then the real thing must be something incredible. Voldemort was not known for his mercy.
"And Thomas? Did he talk?" Lucius asked his son impatiently. Draco shrugged. "He fought, so I killed him." Lucius frowned at him and opened his mouth but Voldemort spoke first "You killed Thomas against orders? When you were told he must be brought back alive Draco?" under Voldemort's gaze it was all Draco could do to nod. "Well well, it looks like you are your father's son after all. We were beginning to wonder. Before now you have only killed those that you have been ordered too, and always found an excuse to avoid torturing anyone. I was beginning to think you were weak Draco, maybe even to the point that you had a conscience." he said the word with distaste. "I can see now I was mistaken, you are indeed as ruthless as your father. Crabbe, leave us, and make sure no one else enters. Draco I want to tell you about my plans for this box. When we find the real one." Voldemort continued, laying a hand on the black chest on the table.
Ginny knelt on the floor by Dean, staring blankly at the wall, hand still pressed to her cheek. She barely moved an inch when loud cracks echoed around the room and Aurors and Order members appeared and hurried towards her. She didn't react when the medi-wizards listed Dean's body and moved away. Harry sprinted over and knelt by her, still wearing his best robes, taking her gently by her shoulders. "Ginny. Ginny! Look at me! Ginny!" Ginny dragged her gaze from the wall and turned slowly to stare at Harry. She blinked slowly and seemed to come out of her shocked state. "He hit me" she said vaguely, disbelief in her eyes. "He hit me"
When medi-wizards had checked over her and seen that nothing was seriously wrong, Harry took Ginny into the kitchen and sat her down at the table. "Tell me what happened Ginny" he asked, handing her a cup of tea. She wrapped her fingers round the steaming mug and drew in its warmth. "Where were you Harry? Why did you leave me?" she asked, tears in her eyes.
Harry dropped his gaze from hers. "I'm sorry Ginny, Hermione was hurt, badly, I had to get her way, they would have killed her." he sighed "Draco was with you, I heard his voice. I thought you'd be ok with him." she said, looking up at Ginny again, eyes asking silent questions. Ginny drank a mouthful of tea and shrugged. "Well you were wrong." she said quietly. "He's changed Harry, he's changed so much."
Harry reached over and took her hand. "It's hard Ginny, I know, with him being a double agent. He can't act the same anymore, you know that. And I thought you had spit up now? Aren't you with…er…weren't you with?" he trailed off as Ginny's eyes filled with tears. "He killed him Harry! He killed Dean" she cried, the tears spilling down her cheeks. "Oh gin! It was Draco who..? I didn't know. I'm so sorry. You know he has to do these things, I hate it as much as you, out you know how is it, he's got to act like a death eater, he's got to follow orders. Its for the best in the end, you know that." Harry said, but he was stunned by the news that it was Draco who killed Dean. Ginny shook her head. "No Harry! You don't understand! He wasn't meant o kill Dean! He had orders not to! I heard them talking. Lestrange was mad, said that he was meant to bring Dean in alive. He murdered him Harry! He did it of his own free will, because of me!" Ginny broke down and sobbed, head in hands. Harry's face was grave. Draco Malfoy had killed Dean Thomas against orders from Voldemort? This was serious. He had murdered someone in cold blood. Ginny controlled hr crying enough to say "He…he said he killed Dean because he wanted to Harry. He said that! They said he'd be punished. He said he didn't care!"
Harry got up slowly and walked to the window, resting his forehead against the glass. Draco Malfoy turned to Voldemort? "I never thought I'd see the day" he mumbled. Ever since the start of Harry's sixth year Draco Malfoy had been a different person. He had found love and tried damn hard to show them all he was on their side. And he really was, he had provided invaluable information to the Order and hated Voldemort and his followers with a passion. And loved Ginny Weasley more than Harry thought was possible. Harry had always thought that Malfoy would never turn, him and Ron would join the death eaters before Draco Malfoy did! Now he had killed a man because he wanted too, even when instructed by Voldemort not to. In the past Harry knew that Malfoy had only killed when he absolutely had to, and this incident had shown him just how dangerous Malfoy now was. Dumbledore was going to have to be notified. Draco Malfoy had turned coats. He was working for the other side now. They would hunt him down and bring him to justice. Harry looked back at Ginny - a heartbreaking sight of a young woman's hopes and dreams shattered by the man she loved. His eyes hardened. I'll find you, you bastard. I'll find you.