"What if we tell the others you plan?" Raulf asked.
"How? And who do you trust?"
They looked uneasy.
"Take your freedom. I don't want to hurt any of you. But if I fail, the Dark Lord will hurt you, one way or the other."
Raulf looked at his packmates and nodded, "Lord Malfoy, you've been fair to us, even before you took out Greyback. I want to be free of this place."
"So do I!"
"And I!"
"Me, too!"
Raulf regarded his pack. "You need us to do something?"
Draco shook his head. "No. But you will never get a fair trial. I suggest you leave. I just don't want four werewolves in the fight and getting caught in the crossfire. If I die... I'm not sure what the wards will do."
"Thank you, my Lord. I think we will leave."
"I bid you farewell, then. I hope you all find peace," Draco said and offered his hand to the new Alpha. 
Raulf looked astonished and tentatively shook it. "Thank you."
"I have no idea what my position will be after tonight, but if I'm able, I will help any of you after the Dark Lord is done."
The werewolves looked at him, astonished but they agreed not to fight for Voldemort.
Draco left and meekly followed Harry's commands as he walked into Yaxley's room. The drunk was sleeping. Harry didn't need to order this part, as Draco was glad to do it. He needed another wand to take out an enemy. He watched the bastard sleep as he Summoned Yaxley's wand. It came from the bed and Yaxley grunted awake. He blinked blurrily and realized who was in his room.
"Draco?"
"You should have placed some alert wards," Draco growled.
Yaxley scrambled to find his wand, but Draco held it up tauntingly. "Hey! Give me my wand!"
"You think I punished Greyback and my father and wasn't going to put you in your place?"
Yaxley's eyes widened. "Listen... I was just...."
"Desperate to rape someone?" Draco hissed. "You couldn't rape Potter, so I was your next choice?"
"Draco... you did good, kid. Joining the big leagues, now eh? We all had to pay our dues!" Yaxley stammered.
"Really? You gladly let the Dark Lord and his other sycophants fuck you in the first war?" 
Yaxley eyed the locked door like he was going to escape.
"I don't think so. The room has been Silenced, too," he said, curling his lip.
"Now, Draco... I don't know what you're thinking, but the Dark Lord will...."
"Isn't here. He didn't rescue me, any more than he would rescue you," Draco sneered.
Yaxley pulled the covers over himself like they would protect him.
"I'm not going to soil myself by touching you," he snapped, and enjoyed the confused face Yaxley gave him. "I just need to make sure that you won't be in any condition to cause me problems."
After an hour of torture and broken bones, Draco left Yaxley a slobbering, unconscious mess. He wasn't going to be able to walk anytime soon. Harry told him to kill him only if he had to. He locked Yaxley's room when he left and went down the hall to his parents' suite.
He didn't bother knocking and went in, sealing the door with locking charms and Silencing wards. He turned and his mother was reading a book by the fire. His father was pouting in a high-back chair by the window.