Two Bodies

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Who: Rudolph Atkins, Isaiah Boswell, Antonin Dolohov, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Demetrius Greensmith, Auror Gunn, Edric Nott, Theodore Nott, OPEN
What: A most exciting funeral
Where: Saint Ibar Cemetery, Wexford County, Ireland
When: 5 o'clock PM, Friday, June 9th, 2000
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Blood, violence and bad words

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[mister_draco]

Funerals really made a person start to question their own mortality. It all came back to death, something most would rather forget. Draco was one of those people. Death, lifeless bodies, the whole lot. Anything connected with the grim reaper made him vastly uncomfortable. It was why he was tugging at his collar and trying to not think too long on the reason for being here.

He was sitting almost calmly until everything went wrong. There was a shot and blood, far too much blood. Draco felt ill and did not know what to do. He stood uncertain, growing paler by the minute. He needed to do something but his legs would not move. He just stared, almost unseeing while his mouth was set in a thin line. Merlin, he hoped Theo did not die.

[detriplethreat]

The cat that was Dolohov had been sulky about, taking shelter under a chair, watching the procession with respect. He had taken a few caution steps out as they stood, and then-

He was all puffed up, fur standing on end, teeth bared at the gun shot, clawing his way up the nearest body, a young familiar blond, clinging to him with sharp claws and meowing demanding-ly.

[mister_draco]

The shock trance Draco had worked himself into was shattered at the painful clawing up his body. Normally, he was the poster boy for animal loving but this cat was not receiving Draco‘s adoration. “Ow!” Draco exclaimed, cursing and looking down at the feline. Seeing the pitiful look, Draco couldn’t help but take pity. Carefully, he pulled the cat off him and cradled it in his arms. “It will be alright,” Draco whispered, stroking its furry head.

Looking at the unfolding scene, Draco clutched the cat a little tighter. It was comforting not being alone, even if the company was an animal.

[detriplethreat]

Mis-matched eyes blinked up at him, seeming to take him in, and then he nuzzled the boy, meowing and jumping jumping. Feet padded away, then he turned back and looked to him, tail swishing and giving a pleasing meow, taking a few more steps before circling back.

Come on...follow the pretty kitty.

[mister_draco]

Not wanting the cat to come to harm, Draco sighed and followed it. “Wait, you really shouldn’t -” He paused after taking a few more steps, turning back to the disastrous scene. Shouldn’t he try to help with what was going on? Taking a step back, Draco ran a hand through his hair. He needed to make a decision.

Grumbling, he turned back and followed where the cat was going. He could not have the cat coming to harm as well. What kind of healer would he make if he allowed that to happen?

[detriplethreat]

Antonin lured the boy away, every now and then darting back to rub his legs, circling round him and meowing happily. It wasn't until they were well out of sight, and safely away from those damned guns that he transformed, smirking at the boy and holding out a finger in warning. "They're shooting people like you back there, I'm the safer bet this time. Now how is my favourite little Malfoy, hm?" he cooed, "You did well for yourself didn't you. One last second change of heart and you walk free while I find myself back in Azkaban. Tsk, tsk, what loyalty count for these days, eh?"

[mister_draco]

Draco’s eyes grew impossibly wide as he found himself standing with Antonin. The man brought a rushing back of Death Eater functions and missions. Draco had learned quickly to cling to the shadows and pretend he was not there. He had trained his mind to focus on something else and to transport to that location. The plan had worked rather well, except when Antonin was around. The man had taunted Draco, being far more lewd than a person should

[detriplethreat]

"Oh calm down honey, I'm not going to hurt you. Pretty face like yours? You're going to help me out with something, seeing as the aurors will be all tied up with this mess."

He gave a soft chuckle. "No, you're nothing like me. But you'll do as I say like a good little boy, and that's good enough for my purposes," he said with a leering smile.

He gave a small nod, tucking back a strand of hair, "Like it? Pretty handy little trick. Even fooled you."

[mister_draco]

Jaw setting, Draco glared at the foul man. Why couldn’t people just leave him alone? Did he have some kind of magical aura that only lunatics could notice? “I told you not to call me that,” Draco sneered. He was falling back into old habits, becoming more like the boy he had thought he left behind. Death Eaters had a way of bringing out the worst in him. “And why would I help you?” Draco challenged, folding his arms against his chest, trying to portray aloofness.

He really did not like the direction this was going. “What purpose? Quit with the act and just speak.” He absolutely hated when people were not straight with him, it made him feel like a child.

“Eventually, you will get caught, just like all the others. You’ll slip up, get too overconfident and that will be it. All it takes is one little misstep. Isn’t it maddening to know you have to spend every second wondering if it will be your last one of freedom?” Words always were Draco’s strong suit, much more than actual action.

[detriplethreat]

"We'll both get caught boy," he said, tugging up his sleeve to show his mark, "Soon everyone with one of these will wind up in there." The idea seemed to make the man curiously happy.

He tilted Draco's chin up with his fore finger. "Nothing much, you're just going to help me get my funds back. I'm used to finer things in life, and mooching of old friends just isn't cutting it...especially when their mother's die and all their money goes to their children."

Without warning he plucked out several hairs from Draco's head an pulled away, tossing him a vial. "Now drink this, and be quick about it."

[mister_draco]

Shaking his head, Draco’s hand went to where his own mark was, rubbing it. “You are wrong. Only those who deserve to be there will end up there. I didn’t do anything. People know how he was.”

Repulsed by Antonin’s touch, Draco grimaced, smacking at his had to get it away from him. “Well, then it’s that a pity. Criminal is tired of the rough life, is he?” His snark really did get him in more trouble but he couldn’t help it. It just came out without much warning.

“Hey!” Draco yelped, rubbing his head, he had a sensitive scalp. He caught the vial, realizing what it was. He had used Polyjuice in sixth year, well; Crabbe and Goyle had used it. He had just made it but the smell alone turned his stomach. “I am not drinking this.” Draco tossed the vial back. “Now if you excuse me, I have other places to be.” Draco turned to walk away, all he needed to do was get to the point where he could apparate away but running was not an option with all the crazy people with guns. Who knew how many more there were?

[detriplethreat]

"It wasn't a question Malfoy, now drink up, or Mummy and Daddy will be getting a visit from dear Uncle Antonin," he growled, "I'll even make sure no harm come to you, hows that?"

Very casually, and without making a point of it he drew his butterfly knife from his pocket, flipping the blade about and eying the blond pointedly, holding up the vial and arching an eyebrow.

[mister_draco]

With a roll of his eyes, Draco shrugged his shoulders. He knew his parents were safe from harm. “You know, still not well enough. I do not make it a habit to assist criminals.” He really was a brat but anyone that knew the Malfoys should know that is how they played the game. People once trembled and awed over them, and they would again. Draco was determined and his focus was far greater than most would give him credit.

Brilliant, now the psycho had a knife out and that meant blood, something Draco would rather avoid. Why did it have to be a cat, if it had been a dog all of this would have turned out differently? “Tell me your entire plan,” Draco demanded. Yes, keeping him talking would allow Draco some time to think.