The silence was deafening. Time was waning thin, and he knew it. Which was why he tripled- quadrupled- his speed, hurling any foreign objects that impeded his way. He cast spells after spells, obliterating obstructions that laid in his path, leaving nothing but residues of what was.
He prayed to whatever god or divine being watching over, to give him more time to stop the next victim from happening. Funny how time waited for no man.
Time, a construct created by man to create order, to make sense of something that was out of their reach. Time certainly did not stop for anyone, not when his parents tried their damnest to keep their baby out of harm's way that night. Not when he tried to stop his fellow schoolmate from dying in that god-forsaken maze by that madman. Not even when his headmaster plummeted before his death at the hands of his spy.
And this would certainly not be the last time that time cruelly strides on, consuming life after life.
He reached the end of the alley way where he last heard the scream. No… He's too late. She's gone. That made her the 7th Victim to have fallen prey to-
*screaming from a distant*
He quickly touched the wall with his hand, examining it. He took a step back and looked, the surrounding walls were made of grey cemented bricks, already fading in colour. But this one, was made with brown, awfully new cemented ones. Yes, it's a fake. There's still hope. "Sectum cepnra", he blasted the fake wall with his wand. The scream intensified, and he ran towards the source. If she stopped screaming, it's all over.
Screams were ironically a good sign, showing that she could feel pain, that she was alive. One quick turn to the left, and he pointed his wand to the figure that stood in front of the tortured young lady.
"It's over, hands where I can see them. I am not asking again"
His heart was still thumping from the adrenaline rush he was experiencing, the sound of his heart pumping echoed to his ears. He made it in time. Thank god.
The perpetrator slowly turned, with his hand up in the air, wand still clutched in his right hand.
Grey. Harry's eyes widened.
No.
He smiled.
"Why stop the fun, Potter?" Draco Malfoy grinned at the young Auror.
"You were behind them?", Harry gritted through his teeth, keeping his flaring temper in check. "WHY?" The blonde simply smiled, "because I can."
"You have killed six witches in cold blood, this ends here, Malfoy."
Malfoy laughed hysterically, likened to his deranged aunt.
"Slice off one, and two more will take its place." Malfoy brought clenched his fists, crossed his arms and brought them to his chest, forming a giant X.
"Hail Hydra"