How He Did It
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, this would be in the book, not on a site called fan . Seriously!
Draco Malfoy looked over his shoulder and cursed. How on earth had Potter escaped death again? I mean, he had literally taken a Killing curse to the head. Again. From the Dark Lord. For the second time in 17 years. I mean, what gives?
The fallout hadn't been visible initially. About a month after the so-called 'Grand Finale' of the 'Final Battle', Potter had decided that he'd given 'former' Death Eaters enough of a head start. Turns out, he was quite creative at killing and getting away with it. Who knew?
Distracted by his reflections Draco was taken by surprise when the Disarming charm hit.
Narrowing his eyes at Scar-head, he decided that if he was going to die, might as well do so in style.
"How did you do it? How could you possibly have escaped?"
The raven haired boy grimaced.
"Look into my eye" he responded simply.
Into his eye? But what could... mother of god!
The answering smile he got was frightening. "The Teselecta. A Harry Potter in a Harry Potter suit. Time said I had to be on that clearing and take a Killing curse, so I dressed for the occasion."
"But the horcrux..."
"Well it's not exactly going anywhere is it?"
"Then the prophecy, it's still waiting for you-"
"That's enough, Draco. Tell them 'The Doctor' says hello."
"Doctor Wh-!"
He was cut off by a spell that caused death from shooting hot cream of mushroom soup from one's nasal cavities.
"Exactly."
The green-eyed man smiled.