"This way, the portkey is in a graveyard." Hermione blinked as she followed him closely, right on the outer estate close to the cultivated wild of a fruit orchard was an rather expansive graveyard that was magically expanded as they passed the iron gates. Hermione looked at the stones and carved sorrows of various Malfoy’s. Very few others than them were there anything other than hundreds of Malfoy’s that were laid to rest. Draco pulled her to one odd corner that made her feel a deep chill. It wasn’t ornate, in fact there was nothing else to mark it other than a large iron spike that looked like it went in the middle of the grave. Keeping whatever a true full blood incubus was pinned in the earth possibly. 