Harry's POV

Pain, so much pain. I watched as the ground seemed to sink as Narcissa came closer. She had the foul sent of a Malfoy. Just Like her son and husband she was a stuck up nothing. She walked over and watched me breath small painful breaths that only someone close could see. I hoped that Voldemort couldn't tell. She leaned down and whispered, "is Draco Alive in the castle?"

I remembered Draco Malfoy, challenging Voldemort, "you get away from me!" He shouted, no one was there, but I knew he could hear. "You ruined my life, my parents think so high of me! You ruined my life." He ranted. A shadowy figure descended on Malfoy. I stayed hidden behind the stair case. Draco had his back turned and was pacing around the room muttering, "Oh, when I see him, ohh!" I tried to warn him as he-who-shall-not-be-named pulled out his wand.

"Potter!" Draco raised his voice when I waved to him. An evil smile curved up Voldemort's nasty face. He shouted the terrible words that made my ears scream. "Avada Kedavra!" I hideous voice called into the eerie room. A green light exploded out of the wand, I had close my eyes to avoid the terror that would soon surge through me. Draco screamed falling to the floor with pure terror in his eyes. He hit the floor hard and his body jerked. Then nothing. He was dead. "That will show you who is boss." He laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. He spotted me with wicked grin sprouting on his face. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A coward?" He pointed his wand at me and expected the worst. a slight whisper came out of his mouth, "Levioso..." I rose from the ground and into his clutches. He brought me out to the forest to kill me.

I couldn't lie, she would find out soon enough, I would be killed anyway. "Umm...No..." I croaked and she smiled a foul smile,

"The boy lives!" she cackled. Voldemort turned on his heel and shouted the vile words. I watched a green light get shot at me and I knew it was the end. I woke up, kinda like a bad dream. I woke up with a huge head splitting headache. I looked to the people on my side. My mom had tears in her eyes and my dad was looking sad.

"You did well Harry..." he spoke in low voice,

"yes Harry, you did." Albus Dumbledoore stood at the foot of my bed.

"Am I dead?" I asked shakily.

"Yeah, Harry. You are." My mom spoke like a song, tears silently streaming down her face. "I am sorry Baby."