All That I'm Living For

One Month Later

Ginny stirred, something was wrong. She felt Draco get out of bed. "What's going on?" she asked, looking at the clock. It was three in the morning.

"Someone's tripped the alarm," he said. "Stay here."

"What about Celeste?" Ginny said, panicking.

"Tonk'll be in there with her. She has instructions to go to Celeste if anything happens. Stay put." He grabbed his wand and left the room, locking the door behind him. He silently cast a revealing spell and a thin gold line from his wand pointed him down the hall, towards his library. He walked quickly, but quietly, noticing that the door to his wand collection was open. "Bollocks," he said, hurrying along.

"Charlie! Stop!" came Tonks's voice from below. The sounds of spells reached his ears and he began to run.

He made it to the nursery in time to see Charlie retreating and Tonks trying to stop him with her semi-useless wand. "Charlie!" he bellowed, and through a stunning spell at him.

The older man dodged and ran down the stairs.

Draco chased after him, nearly falling headlong down the steps. He made it to the library's fireplace, which Charlie had been using to travel, just in time to see the older Weasley vanish. "What…the hell…" he panted.

Ginny and Tonks appeared at his side, Ginny holding a wailing Celeste. "What's happened?" she asked.

"He bloody tried to take Celeste!" Tonks said.

"He's got a wand now. And some books, from the looks of it," Draco said, glancing around the room.

"What's he thinking?" Ginny murmured.

"I don't know. Come on, back to bed. We'll talk in the morning."


Olivier jerked awake. Someone was moving around in the dorm. He opened his curtain to tell them off, but stopped. "Charlie?" he whispered. "What are you doing here?" Suddenly, he felt drowsy. He fell back against his pillows, unable to move or speak.

"Oli, is that you mate?" one of the other Slytherins asked. "Oi! Who are you? What are you—"

That was all Oli heard before he felt someone grab him, and sleep overcame him.


"It seems last night was…eventful…" Voldemort said, looking down at Tonks, Ginny and Draco and Nott. "A break in and a kidnapping…my my, this one did turn out badly, didn't he?"

Draco said nothing as Voldemort circled around him.

"Tell me, Draco, what were these other rebels doing whilst the older one was running amok?"

"We didn't know who the intruder was at first, my Lord," Draco began. "I instructed Ginny to stay in the room, and I locked her in while I went to sort it out. Tonks was protecting my child. She tried to apprehend Char—the rebel, but he got away before either of us could."

"And then he made his way to Hogwarts and took your other child, yes? My sources are correct that the youngest Death Eater has taken the name of Malfoy?"

"Yes Lord."

Voldemort chuckled and stopped in front of Ginny. "But these two have behaved themselves. Seems a shame that your brother couldn't follow your lead. Draco?"

"Yes Lord?"

"Give this one a wand. When you find this rebel—Charlie—I want it to be her who kills him."


"Let me go! Get off! What do you think you're doing?" Oli shouted.

"Yell all you want, kid. I soundproofed this apartment. We're in a Muggle village, so we should be safe."

"Safe? Are you out of your bloody mind? I want to go back! Send me back this instant, you selfish bastard!"

"Hey! Watch your mouth!" Charlie said. "And I'm not sending you back to that life. You're not going to be a Death Eater."

"I already am," Oli said, sticking out his arm to show off his bracelet. "Now let me go back!"

"No! Your parents fought and died so that you could have a better life. A life away from all that madness—"

"My parents fought and died because they were afraid of change! My life was just fine with Ginny and Draco, thanks. Now, because of you, who knows if I'll ever get to see her again. Or Tonks. They were the ones teaching me rebel stuff in secret, not you. All you ever did was whine and complain, even though Draco saved your life. I could've been a good Death Eater, and Ginny and Tonks could've helped me. Now, You-Know-Who'll probably kill them because you're a screw up."

Charlie glared hard at him, and Oli glared right back. "You're not going back. Get used to this."

"You talked about my parents before, what they fought for. You think they fought for this? For me to be in hiding all my life? You're just as bad as the warden at my prison, and worse than any Death Eater. At least they admit to their selfishness."

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Charlie shouted. "Now shut up, and go to sleep. We have to keep moving tomorrow."

Chucking a lamp at him, Oli stomped over to the bed and climbed in, burrowing into the covers. With a desperate sob, he closed his eyes, hoping Draco would find him before the dawn.