'Draco Malfoy, you come before me to get your soul judged. If your soul is good, you go to Heaven, if bad, Hell. Do you understand?'

'I understand' Draco spoke, he had died in the great battle, along with many others. The great battle of course was the battle the light and dark side. Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort. It was Draco's turn to get judged. All waiting souls stood to watch, as they had with the souls that had been judged earlier. Deatheaters went to Hell while good people went to Heaven, there was no soul watching thinking that Draco was going to Hell, and they didn't care. He was a deatheater, so why would they? He had actually killed a couple of the watchers himself.

'Firstly' the soul judges spoke 'you killed a cat when you were four'

'My father is a bad man' mummers along the onlookers were heard 'he made me kill it, the cat was a present from my Aunt Fortuna. My father wanted me strong and because I spoke back to him, for some reason I cannot remember he made me kill it'

'Then you performed many incidents of torture, involving all three forbidden curses'

'Training' Draco replied. It was the rules that the judged said why they had performed the horrible acts, and then the judges would decided where the person should go.

'Training?' one judge inquired

'Of course, my father wanted me strong, I'm not aloud to be weak. I had no choice'

One judge, sitting at the end of the panel raised his eyebrows 'of course you did'

'My father was, and is a cruel man. He would have killed me for being weak. The Malfoy heir has to be strong'

'His own son' said a judge, disbelieving Draco's words.

'His own son' Draco repeated, looking the judge's eyes to show he wasn't lying.

'Well, we can guess why you were killing the people to day'

'You can' Draco replied.

'Don't use quick wit lad, it will get you no where up' said the only woman judge, she of course was on about Heaven when saying 'up'.

'Sorry'

'Out of all these things you have done, one seems to be extremely good.' The judge paused, 'saving Harry Potters life'

Gasps were heard throughout the room from the onlookers.

Draco stayed silent.

'And?' the judge pressed Draco for an answer.

Draco still stayed silent.

'We would like an answer Mr. Malfoy' the judge spoke, his voice tone raising in irritant. Normally the judges were not kept waiting.

Draco still stayed quiet.

'Mr Malfoy, you will go straight down if you do not answer us now!' the Judge shouted.

Draco didn't replied; he didn't blink or move.

'Maybe, Mr Malfoy wants to go down, is that it Mr Malfoy?' spoke the woman judge. Her sickly sweet voice made Draco want to vomit, but of course being dead he couldn't.

'I wish to go no where' Draco replied, for the first time in minutes.

'No where?' the woman judge echoed.

'No where, I want to stay here and wait'

'Wait for whom, Mr Malfoy' said the judge who was on the end of the panel.

'Harry'

'You mean Harry Potter?' the woman judge interrupted.

'I do'

'Why do you want to wait for Harry Potter? For a thank you for saving my life maybe?' the judge who Draco wouldn't answer mocked.

'No, I do not care for a thank you, I want to see him one last time, to talk to him, to look at him, to spend time with him'

'Why do you think we will allow you to do that Mr Malfoy'

Draco's eyes looked at each judge in turn, left to right. He scanned the room, moving his body round so he could see everyone. All faces were looking at him. Staring at this boy waiting for an answer.

Finally Draco's eyes settled on the judge he had annoyed.

'Because I love him, he is my heart, my body and my soul'

'Mr Malfoy' the woman judge spoke. 'You are free to go and sit down'

No sound, no movement from the whole room. The onlookers were still shocked with Draco's response.

Suddenly Draco bowed to the judges. 'Thank you' he spoke quietly, and went to sit down. Waiting. Waiting for Harry.