A moment later, Draco sank onto the sofa, rubbing his groggy head. He seemed a little dizzy.
Will patted him on the shoulder. "Take a moment to recover. We'll leave soon."
Draco leaned back against the sofa and nodded.
Will went into the kitchen and put away the dishes he had cleaned with Scourgify. A quarter of an hour later, he took Draco with him by Apparition...
England, Wiltshire, Malfoy Manor.
The two entered the manor gates and crossed the immaculate ornamental garden tended by House-elves. They passed quite a few Death Eaters along the way.
"Good morning, Mr. Behrens."
"Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, Mr. Behrens..."
Almost every Death Eater greeted Will respectfully. Given his standing, few of them outranked him.
Nearly every Death Eater of any standing who knew something about the organization understood its hierarchy: below Voldemort stood Behrens, Malfoy, Yaxley, Snape, and a handful of others.
A few Death Eaters with daughters had even begun considering marriage alliances.
Will wasn't a pure-blood?
What a joke. Who would dare bring that up in front of the Dark Lord?
Will nodded in acknowledgment to many of them.
"Mr. Behrens, Mr. Malfoy, good morning." A fierce-looking man forced a smile that could have frightened a child to tears. It was Corban Yaxley.
"Good morning, Mr. Yaxley." Will glanced curiously at the person behind him. The man was wrapped up like a mummy and looked as though he had only just become able to walk again.
Noticing Will's gaze, Yaxley turned to his nephew. "Luther, say hello to Mr. Behrens."
So it was Luther Yaxley, the older student who had caused Will trouble in his first year. Will had thought he'd died during Will's battle with Voldemort at the Ministry of Magic.
Luther stammered, sounding a little reluctant. "H-hello, M-Mr.