"Draco," said Yaxley coolly, staring at Viktor as he pocketed his wand. "I was wondering if you'd gotten out."

"It's over," Rookwood spat at Viktor. His forehead was crusted with blood. "All your little friends are gone."

Yaxley took a step forward, cocking his head. "We're going to paint the walls with your blood tonight, Krum."

Hermione's heart was in her throat as Viktor's eyes darted to hers, his lips parting. "Accio," he whispered.

A button shot up from his pocket and into his fingertips, and he was gone.

The wall exploded from Rookwood's killing curse.

"Fuck!"

The ground shook beneath Hermione's feet as he shot another, and another. She stumbled as Draco yanked her away from the eruption of debris.

"That's enough!"

The explosions stopped, and Hermione peered around Draco's elbow to see Rookwood crouched on his knees, breathing deep.

Yaxley dragged a hand down his face. "These fucking Portkeys."

Hermione's ears were ringing, her skin vibrating, trying to get her mind to catch up. Draco grabbed her arm and stepped forward.

"This is the only working fireplace in the castle," he said coldly.

Yaxley glared at Rookwood, who pushed off his knees and began vanishing the rock. He turned back to Draco. "Take your bitch home and come back immediately. We need to round up the werewolves, and then we have to interrogate them."

"The werewolves?"

"These fucking Carrow Girls. They know something, that's for sure. We're collecting them in the cells for a Legilimens. I've summoned your father from Switzerland."

"I'd wager Chang was the real conspirator," Draco said swiftly. "I saw her kill Mulciber and Parkinson, and I'm sure there were others. She's dead now."

Hermione hardly had a second for her blood to run cold before someone was coming through the hallway, dragging a girl behind them. It was Rabastan Lestrange. He had Charlotte by the hair. He paused in the doorway, taking them in.

Tears streaked Charlotte's face. "Please, I don't know anything, I swear it—"

Hermione swayed on her feet, the room spinning. Draco's hand tightened on her elbow.

Rabastan turned back to Charlotte with a sneer. "Think I'm stupid, do you? You have your hand in every jar, sweetheart."

"Put her in the second to last cell," said Yaxley. "She should be interrogated alone."

Charlotte's eyes were wild as she begged, scrabbling at Rabastan's arm as he dragged her away.

She didn't have her pill. Or else she'd already be dead.

Hermione stared at the floor to keep from fainting.

"Start in the east wing and go to the courtyard when you've finished searching," said Yaxley to Draco. "Tally the dead you come across."

He nodded, and Yaxley and Rookwood left, following Rabastan. The door shut behind them as Draco wrapped his fingers around her tattoo and called out, "Malfoy Manor," into the fire.

His room looked smaller. The walls were tighter, darker. The wallpaper seemed to mock her.

His hands were on her waist, her face, her shoulders, but she was too cold.