"A true demon Hermione, just know that he can’t hurt you. All that is left of him is a portrait. But the left over magic of his influence could still reach out, so Merlin worked with my family to not just kill him, but to have all things that were connected to him put down there." he reached out and touched the iron spike and spoke a few low words. A rusted door opened and there inside was something Hermione knew was a portkey. It looked like an old goat horn drinking vessel, coated in the leftovers of gold leaf. "He can’t hurt you." Draco told her again. "I will protect you, if he doesn’t know we’ll find out another way. Maybe go visit some veelas in the continent." 