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Draco was heaving by the time he made it to the Headmasters gargoyle. He froze in his tracks. What was the password? He told me the password when this all started...what was it...

Draco paced in front of the statue, a distant part of him glad that it and Dumbledore would be the only witnesses to his puffy eyes and wrinkled clothes. If I get in, that is...

Draco tugged at his hair harshly, not feeling the pain. Dumbledore always used candy names, didn't he?

"Lemon drops," Draco spoke, voice cracking. When the statue didn't move, the dread in his stomach grew. "Bertie Botts. Licorice wands. Sugar quills. Blood pops. Sherb-"

With a slight grinding of stone, the statue shifted. Feeling elated, Draco bounded up the steps two at a time, banging loudly on the door to his office. Draco wanted to shout and scream to be let in, but part of him -the part that had grown up under his mother and father's grueling etiquette lessons- kept him from doing so. Another minute passed, feeling like an hour. Draco was ready to forgo his upbringing when he heard the Headmaster's voice.

"Come in."

Draco had barged in the door before he finished speaking, hands red and raw from the wood of the door. Dumbledore raised a hand, but Draco was already in front of him and speaking in a panic.

"Death Eaters came into the room while we were sleeping and they took Harry and he's gone now and I only just woke up because they stunned me and cast the Cruciatus on me and I don't know how long they've been gone but they took Harry and I don't know how to find him and if he's alive or safe or close or anything and-" Draco choked, catching his breath and pressing his palms over his hands.

He fell into the chair in front of the Headmasters desk, sobs shaking him though he made no noise.

After a moment, when his body had stopped trembling, Draco wiped his eyes and sat up straight. Dumbledore looked at him, rubbing his beard and looking far too calm for Draco.

"Can't you cast some sort of advanced tracking charm? Something that could penetrate wards and charms and things? A Locating charm?"

Dumbledore remained quiet. Draco was ready to start tugging on his hair again. "Please, Headmaster. I couldn't do anything, I don't know what to do. He's g-gone. Harry's gone," Draco said quietly, staring at his hands.

I should've been able to do something, anything. I should have kept him safe. He trusted me to do that. I should've...

"Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore started lightly, "you cannot blame yourself. You do not know how they entered, and currently neither do I. Our priority is making sure they cannot come back and harm more students."

Draco leaped out of his chair, anger filling him. "Harry could be dead already! He could be dying! We have to find him!" Draco shouted. Dumbledore gave him a single look, and Draco felt shame filling in as the rage drained. He sat back in his chair, limp. He couldn't bring himself to apologize. Dumbledore didn't seem to expect him to.

Draco watched as Dumbledore cast his phoenix patronus, speaking calmly into it. When his message, simply "come to my office" was complete, he split it into four duplicates and sent them through the door. They were left in silence. Draco didn't move.

Professor McGonagall arrived first. Shortly after her was Professor Flitwick. Draco realized he had summoned the heads of houses before Professor Snape, and Professor Sprout arrived.

Once everyone had gathered and was sitting in conjured chairs -Draco in the middle, slumping and looking down to avoid looks from his professors- Dumbledore began to explain. He was far too calm, far too put together.

It didn't take long for him to finish his quiet explanation. McGonagall went to check the wards for breaks or dark magic. Snape to seal the entrances, and Flitwick and Sprout to triple check and block all fireplaces that might have a floo connection.

After they left, Dumbledore moved to his balcony and pointed his wand to the sky. Lips moving rapidly, he spoke complex Latin that Draco couldn't make out, and didn't quite care too at the moment. He hadn't moved from his slumped position other than to lean his head back to watch the Headmaster.

Dumbledore sat down a moment later. Draco watched him, asking for an explanation. He was so exhausted. Sitting for so long made him realize it was likely very early in the morning, and he was utterly drained.

"That is the best location charm I am aware of. It should track Mr. Potter, but depending on the wards around where he is, it may only come up with a very broad area," Dumbledore paused, waiting for Draco to speak. Draco only nodded curtly. "It is better than nothing, Mr. Malfoy. We will find him."

Draco stared at Fawkes. The bird wasn't as pretty as he had been when Draco saw him last. There were some molting feathers at his feet, his beak less shiny. Still a beautiful bird, Draco thought to himself.

When was the last time he had visited his owl? When was the last time Harry had?

Draco felt his lip tremble. Harry might not get to visit her again...

"Mr. Malfoy, I would like to make it clear that you are not to blame," Dumbledore said quietly. Draco started a bit, not expecting the Headmasters voice. "You did everything in your power, which wasn't much. It is extremely important that you came to us as soon as you did. It will greatly impact Mr. Potter's chance of survival, I'm sure."

Draco sniffed, refusing to look at Dumbledore. He didn't want to cry in front of him. "He might already be dead."

He saw Dumbledore frown out of the corner of his eye. "And we will hope he is not. Mr. Malfoy, I am very glad I entrusted his care to you. I wouldn't expect anyone else to do a better job."

Draco opened his mouth to argue when a beam of light flew into the room. It hovered as a sphere between them, and the argument was forgotten. Draco couldn't decipher the glowing lines and runes, but Dumbledore could from his intent staring.

Draco watched Dumbledore closely, heart dropping when he saw the Headmaster frown.

"Headmaster?" Draco asked. Dumbledore's eyes flicked to him for a moment before returning to the sphere.

Draco wondered if the twinkle in his eye was his imagination. Dumbledore leaned away from the sphere, rubbing his beard in speculation as it vanished. It was a long moment before he spoke, a moment in which Draco almost screamed.

"I have found some traces of my own magical signature and darker ones. It came back with a more specific area than I thought it would. They have not moved him far. Currently he is near Hogsmeade and the forest that runs along its edge, around a kilometer in each direction."

Dumbledore looked at Draco for a long second. "I can't tell any closer, I'm afraid. I will contact the Ministry tonight, and hopefully Aurors will be searching by morning. You should rest, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore told him gently.

Draco nodded stiffly. He started to stand, but Dumbledore held out a hand. "You must be exhausted. Dinky," Dumbledore called. The excited house-elf popped in immediately. "Take Mr. Malfoy to his rooms, please."

"Yes Sirs!" She called, gently taking Draco's hand. She left as soon as she dropped him off. Draco couldn't stand to look at the living room. He went to Harry's room, eyes watering. He might never get to hold Harry in here again. He sat on the bed, head in his hands.

He fell back, considering the night. He hated himself for letting this happen. Harry was in trouble, and Draco couldn't do anything.

If only Draco could find him like Harry had always been able to. Like he had a -

A map! Harry had a map! Draco stumbled out of the bed, falling to his knees in front of the trunk that lay at the foot. He tossed the lid open, finding piles of wrinkled clothes and parchment. He threw it assigned, looking for - there!

Draco pulled out the tattered looking parchment. Harry had shown it to him a few days ago, all he needed was his wand- where was his wand?

Looking around himself, Draco tried to remember the last time he had it. The living room, wasn't it? Swallowing roughly, Draco walked into the living room. What if they had taken it while I was knocked out?

It wasn't on the couch, stuck between the cushions or wrapped in the blanket. He couldn't find it on the floor or under the overturned table. Ready to cry, he dropped to the ground and searched under the couch, catching a glimpse of it.

Feeling like he could breathe again, Draco ran back to Harry's room. He put his wand to the parchment, pausing. What did he say...

"I solemnly swear..." there was a second part, he knew. What was it, what was it... Draco snapped his eyes closed, wracking his brain for the memory. It wasn't long ago, but he had been so distracted by the lines and names...his eyes snapped open.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he whispered. Seeing the dots and lines and names pop up had to be the most beautiful sight he could've imagined.

He let out a whoop -only one- and crouched over the parchment. It took a moment to orient himself, finding the exit to Hogwarts where a little dot labeled McGonagall stood. He followed her dot to the Hogwarts grounds, finding Hagrid, Fang and The Whomping Willow. Dumbledore said it was between Hogsmead and the forest. He moved further away from the castle.

The map only covered the edges of Hogsmead. Draco almost ripped the map in half when he realized. Still, he diligently searched the names and houses, skipping by Honeydukes and Zonko's, coming to where the map ended. Draco wanted to cry. He searched again.

On the very edge lay The shrieking shack. Draco discarded it. It's abandoned, no one goes- Draco stopped. That was exactly what they needed. Somewhere no one would go. Somewhere people would be afraid to go. Where no one would question strange sounds and screams.

Draco wiped away tears that occurred at the thought of Harry getting tortured. When he focused back on it, he noticed two parallel lines that connected the Shrieking Shack to the Whomping Willow. Dracco stared at it for a moment, wondering what that meant. Pipes? A watering system?

A tunnel.

Draco moved back to the Shrieking Shack. He looked at it's image until he went cross-eyed, but only part of the house was covered by the map. He waited and waited, until finally a small, bendy line passed just over the boundary of where the map covered. 

Nagini.

The line passed further into the house. Draco's heart stopped. That was Voldemort's snake, wasn't it? Draco was almost sure of it. And if Nagini was there...other Death Eaters probably were too. Maybe even Voldemort...

But Harry had to be there. There was no other way. Draco threw the map into the trunk, putting his shoes and cloak on faster than he ever had in his life.

The sun was cresting the distant mountains when Draco ran out of his chambers, wand in hand and robes billowing behind him.

I'm coming, Harry.