"I'm leaving." Severus called through Catherine's door, "I don't know when I'll be back….don't do anything…stupid."
"I won't." The young woman shouted at the door in reply, a large crack told her that he was gone, and she turned to focus on sending that notification to Draco. Cate threw the last few of her possessions into her bag, and just as it closed, Draco appeared.
"Are we ready?" He asked, walking over to her.
"Yeah," She replied, "Draco, are you sure this is safe?"
"One hundred percent," He replied, kissing her cheek, "Everyone's off at the attacks except for the two of us."
"And you're sure it's not just a trap? You're sure they don't just want to catch us in the act?"
"Of course," Malfoy took her hand gently, "Now, let's get going, the sooner we're out, the better."
"Mmkay." Catherine kissed her boyfriends softly before they turned to the fireplace.
"To Hogwarts and then fly." Draco muttered to himself before they stepped into the flooed fire.
A few seconds later, they emerged in the castle, as it was closer to the borders, and, to their knowledge, free of death eaters, it was the safe way out. If they ran into any members of the Order, it would be easy enough to fight them off. Draco stepped towards the office's open door; the school appeared to be completely deserted.
"It's safe." He said quietly, Catherine and he began moving through the castle normally. The dim hallways continued on forever until they finally saw the open doors that led into the Great Hal.
"Finally." Cate muttered, approaching it beside the young man. Just as they were a mere footstep away from finally being free, an arm slammed across the doorframe, barricading their only way out.
"And where, might I ask, are you going?" A hard, cold voice asked as Lucius stepped out of the shadows. "I was under the impression that you were grounded." He growled, hitting Cate across the cheekbone.
"Fucker." The young woman finally snapped no longer would she be the weak one, she struck the man back, just as hard.
"You dare to hit me?" The man roared, taking Catherine by the hair, slamming her into the wall, clutching her neck with his free hand.
"NO!" Draco yelled, raising his wand and waving it quickly, Lucius dropped Cate immediately, giving the couple the chance to bolt across the hall, shooting spells behind them as they went.
"Crucio!" Lucius shouted from behind them, the curse hit Catherine, causing her to drop on the spot, keeling over in pain. She screamed out in agony, unable to stand the pain of this curse anymore, her shouts echoing throughout the deserted halls of the school.
Lucius stepped one foot at a time towards her, all his attention on her withering body, laughing at her pain.
"You're not so strong now, are you?" He cackled, putting more force into the spell.
"Stop!" Draco shouted out, racing at his father, but continuously getting pushed away.
"You said you would never defy me Draco, and now, you've done the absolute worst you could to." The man didn't even dare look at his son.
"You…"Draco began, "You are the most despicable man I have ever met." He growled, "All my life, all you have done is tell me that I'm not good enough, that I need to do better. Well, now that's gonna change." He raised his wand, Lucius looked over at him, breaking off the curse on Catherine.
"What did you say boy?"
"Avada Kedavra." The young man spoke slowly, watching as the green light enveloped the man, killing him instantly. Draco dropped his wand, hurrying over to Catherine, dropping to his knees. "Cate…Cate," He shook her gently, no reply, whatsoever, "No…" He muttered, tears welling up in hi eyes. The spell had been too strong, and gone on too long, she was lost to him, gone for good.
"And the two of you betrayed us in the end anyway." Severus spoke out from behind him, "It is disappointing that I've lost all my family to you. My daughter was valuable, your parents deserve to lose you too." Draco was in too much shock, too much distress, to even now what was going on, he barely acknowledged when Snape flicked his wand. "Too bad you're together now." Snape snarled, walking out of the Great Hall and into the oncoming war.