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"It was Damon, I know it was," Harry growled.

"You don't know that," Lucinda said quietly.

Harry froze. He had completely forgotten that Damon was Lucinda's twin.

"We have to assume, Lucy," Pansy replied quietly. "Just like how we have to assume Hermione and Diane are in on this too."

Ron frowned at that, but didn't say anything.

"We have no plan, no clue where he could be, no idea if it was even them that took him," Harry said, pacing. "How the fuck do we even start?"

"Is he awake? Can you feel anything through the bond?" Blaise asked.

Harry closed his eyes and focused on his mental connection to Draco. At first, he felt nothing, and then, suddenly, he was surrounded by strings, glowing and illuminating the area.

Draco? he thought. Love, where are you?

Harry? It was low and confused, and Harry almost cried at the sound of Draco's voice. 

It's me, love. Something's happened. Where are you?

Dark, Draco mumbled. 

I know, Draco, but focus. Where are you?

Home.

Home? Draco, are you at the Manor?

Home.

Okay. Stay strong, love. We're coming to find you.

Promise?

I promise, Draco.

The connection went dark, and Harry returned to the real world with a sharp gasp.

"What?" Blaise was in front of him in an instant. "What did you see?"

"Draco said he was home."

"Home. As in the Manor?" Lucinda asked.

"What's he doing there?" Pansy asked, frowning.

Harry shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. But we need to find him. Now."

"Road trip!" Felix shouted, grabbing Ron's hand and pulling him out of the room, the others hot on his heels.