A/N:Hey all!
I hope you like the fic :)
This is basically based off of a mashup of the books, the movies, and possibly a few fanfics as they've kind of all blurred into one in my head by now!
"-DRACO!"
His father's harsh hiss practically echoed in the silence.
He ignored it, biting cracked lips until he tasted blood, his eyes red and raw.
His father called again.
A thousand heads turned in Draco's direction. Their eyes settled on him, an unspoken question hanging in the air. His eyes didn't meet them.
His father spoke again but no reply came…
The silence was deafening.
Draco's entire body trembled, grief, fear, and anger crashing and churning within him like a wild storm.
He was so tired of this. So tired of this pitiful existence of lies and fear.
He just wanted it to be over- he didn't want to hurt or scar or kill-
The Slytherin forced back the thoughts and dragged up the remnants of his pride and determination.
He could do this.
He had planned for this day for nearly a year, meticulously arranged every last detail until the plan was flawless- he just never believed it would truly come.
He never believed he'd be faced with the sight of Potter's corpse.
His mother's gentle voice joined his father's and silently, he exhaled.
Soft syllables broke through the storm and he could hold back no longer.
He had waited too long anyway and lingering even a moment longer would confirm the Dark Lord's suspicions about his loyalties.
Some stubborn part of him had hesitated, however, and if he wasn't careful, he- and the rest of the Wizarding World- would pay heavily for that hesitance.
Grey eyes met blue and slowly, silently, he emerged from the throng of students and crossed the courtyard.
The students' eyes followed him.
They tracked every step, every swing of his arms, every breath from his lips that condensed in the freezing air.
He knew they were judging him and he didn't blame them. He knew how he appeared.
But he knew something they didn't.
"Ah-!"
A thin smile stretched across the snakelike countenance of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and as he opened his arms in a show of welcome, Draco broke eye contact with his mother, narrowly missing the hint of a warning hidden in their depths.
The Slytherin cast one final glance at Potter's limp form. His skin was practically grey, his form lifeless.
Something cold and hard and angry stirred in him at that sight.
There was something so fundamentally wrong in the way his head lolled to the side, in the pallor of his face and how he would never argue with Draco in the way they always had- with fire that boiled his blood and a sharp wit that spilled it.
He tore his attention from the boy, dragging his gaze back to the man- the monster- who had started this all.
"Well done, Draco."
The skeletal arms wrapped around him in a mock embrace.
Subtly, the elder wand brushed his cheek and he flinched- the way it was positioned, he wasn't sure whether the man was warning the students not to attack him, or positioning himself to curse Draco senseless.
The remaining snippet of logic in his brain pointed out that that wouldn't exactly make anyone want to join the nutjob's army but perhaps that was the plan-
Then all logic died, replaced by a sudden onslaught of fury that finally broke free from its prison at the very bottom of his mind.
Brilliant green light exploded from the pair and through the blur, the Slytherin could've sworn he caught a flash of green eyes.
Green eyes the exact same hue as Potter's irises.
Green eyes the exact same hue as the killing curse.
He closed his eyes.
"-DRACO!"