Author's Note: This is my third entry to The Album Drabble Challenge in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenge Forum. The challenge is to choose an album and write a drabble for each track using the track as a prompt. The "word count for each entry depends on the length of the song you are writing about. So, if the first track is 4:28 minutes long, you write a drabble that is 428 words long...you have a 10 word leeway on the word counts." I chose the album, Dark Horse, by Nickelback.
Track Title: Gotta Be Somebody
Track Minutes: 413
Word Count: 414
Gotta Be Somebody
"Mother, it's gotta be somebody." Draco pleaded in hush tones as the Dark Lord paraded around the Great Hall in an elaborate display around what seemed to be the lifeless body of Harry Potter. Many people cried and screamed in agony while all but three blonde Death Eaters celebrated with loud hoots. "Let me be the one to distract the Dark Lord. Potter cannot be dead. That big oaf isn't distraught enough. Potter or not, somebody has to overtake him. We can't survive like this as if we're wounded rodents. The Dark Lord will kill us whether we fight him or not. I failed him. Father failed him. He'll find out about the Vow you made with Severus."
Narcissa Malfoy had grown accustomed to the stench of death, but she had yet to accept that death was how her family would end tonight. She could care less about her oldest sister, Bellatrix. She had lost an alive Bella decades ago to the Dark Lord. In his youth, her husband had been misguided and now was stuck in a life he wanted desperately to remove himself from. His pride not prejudice was his downfall. Her son had been spoiled, coddled even, but innocent of the dark arts. Until recently, she had been weak.
But in this moment, she would be brave. Braver than any Gryffindor except perhaps Lily Potter. Either she be brave or her son would die at the hand of the Dark Lord. He wasn't capable of the level of Occulumency needed against the Dark Lord to successfully lie to his face. He had fooled many with claiming that he did not know whether the Potter boy was amongst the ones that the Snatchers had brought to the Manor.
"Hush, Draco." Narcissa hissed. She placed a kiss on two fingertips and placed them on the cheek of her only child. "I love you, my son. What you speak is not your place. I want you to edge your way to your father near the back of the crowd and lead the both of you to safety. Whether I succeed or not is of no consequence if either of you are dead."
Once she was certain that both of the people she loved more than life itself was near safety, Narcissa inched her way to the front where the Dark Lord asked joyfully, "Is he dead? He is dead. You," He pointed to Narcissa. "Lady Malfoy is Harry Potter dead?"
"He's dead, my Lord."