Only then did they nod for him to apparate away. Once they landed with a stumble, they stood back-to-back. Taking in the scene, Harry growled. Draco was cowering on the floor, his aunt Bella holding his mother at wand-point, laughing maniacally. "No more games, little nephew. I'm going to get out of here, and I'm taking your dear mother with me. No more talks and drugs and the trite. I'll find my master and ...."