Harry's legs were burning but the adrenaline going through his veins kept them running. Branches snapped close behind him as the intruders closed in on him.

He looked briefly to his right and saw Draco trip and fall, tumbling harshly onto the rough forest ground. Harry turned on his heel and stopped, pointing his wand at the men and stunning them.

Harry grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him back to his feet roughly, only for him to fall again and hiss in pain.

The sound of more shouting voices spiked his attention and he looked around frantically finding the source. There were four more men coming right at them.

"I can't run anymore" Draco gasped, his brow furrowed in pain and dripping in sweat.

Harry was still gasping for breath trying to come up with a solution, his palms were sweaty and his grip on his wand faltering. He wasn't going to leave Draco here.

The men were too close now, the only option was to fight. He straightened his posture, rolled his shoulder back and lifted his wand again.

"Harry there's too many of them, just go" Draco pleaded.

Harry glanced over and scoffed.

"I'm not leaving you and that's final"

"There they are!" An unfamiliar voice called out.

Harry took a deep breath, focusing on his deep well of magic within him and drawing it up to spark at the end of his wand. These bastards were going to hurt for this.

"Reducto!" And there was a loud bang from where it hit in the trees, bark flying off at the impact and pushing the log into the air and landing with a large thud on the men.

Harry's breath was fast and panicked in his chest and his hands were shaking and he could feel his magic begin to loose control. He fell on his knees, branches and dead leaves crunching under him and his wand dropped to the ground beside him when he clutched his head.

Everything was spinning, his veins were burning and started to glow blue. More men had appeared and we're running closer but Harry couldn't see them with his eyes screwed shut. When it became jisy too much to bear he shot his arms in front of him to face the oncoming enemies and screamed.

All of the magic that had been building up painfully released itself in a powerful blast of wind and fire. As his vision went black and his hearing dulled he couldn't hear the yelling of Draco or see more men who had appeared. Harry collapsed heavily on the ground leaving a scorched clearing and tarred bodies lying awkwardly on the fried grass.

Draco was shaking him and shouting but it was no use, Harry was out cold. There was still men coming, Draco couldn't run there was nothing he could do. Only thing he could do was make Harry unrecognizable. He took Harry's glasses off and shoved it in a pocket.

"I'm sorry about this, but I doubt you'll feel it now" Draco whispered before punching Harry's nose, hard.

Draco watched the nose swell up and disguise Harry's features when the men approached yelling and pointing their wands. And as Draco felt the world black out he was only thinking one thing. There was no escape now.