the_debt_of_time

As Draco turned to help Fred, Ron, and Percy fight off their attackers, Sirius
remained on the other side to make sure they were not attacked from behind. He kept an
eye on Harry as he closed his eyes, Hermione watching carefully as she knelt next to him.
With a gasp, Harry pulled back and opened his eyes. "He's in the Shrieking Shack,"
Harry blurted out. "The snake's with him; it's got some sort of magical protection around
it. He's there with Snape."
"Voldemort's sitting in the Shrieking Shack?" Hermione asked, outraged. "He's
not... He's not even fighting?"
"He doesn't think he needs to fight," Harry said. "He thinks I'm going to go to
him."
Hermione gaped. "But why?"
"He knows I'm after the Horcruxes; he's keeping Nagini close. Obviously, I'm going
to have to go to him to get near the thing."
Sirius noticed that Harry was fumbling with the phial of memories that Snape had
given him hours earlier.
"Right," Ron said, squaring his shoulders. "So you can't go. That's what he wants,
what he's expecting. You stay here and look after Hermione, and I'll go and get it―"
Harry cut through Ron's words. "You two stay here, I'll go under the Cloak, and I'll
be back as soon as I―"
"What cloak?" Draco chimed in.
"He's got an Invisibility Cloak," Ron answered.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course he does."
"No," Hermione said, "it makes much more sense if I take the Cloak and―"
"Potter," Draco muttered.
Sirius snarled, "Over my dead body!"
"Don't even think about it!" Ron shouted at the same time.
Draco raised his voice. "Potter!"
"I am just as capable as the rest of you!" Hermione snapped.
"POTTER!" Draco screamed, and everyone turned to look at him. "Grab your
bloody cloak, and head to the shack. Take Black with you. Weasel will stay here with the
other Weasels to keep the Death Eaters at bay while Granger and I cover you."
Ron glowered. "What gives you the right to hand out orders?"