Prologue

Drip

"You cannot kill me."

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The wind howled through the empty hallways, it stung his eyes as he tried to watch the scene unfolding before him.

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Forget stinging – his eyes felt like they were on fire.

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But he couldn't blink.

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It was too great a risk.

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The timing had to be just right.

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If only he could figure out where that incessant dripping was coming from.

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"We shall see."

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Soon…

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"You shall die for your acts, traitor!"

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Any second now…

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"No, it is you who will die, Tom."

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Everything's going fuzzy

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My head…

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That noise!

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I have to stay awake

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"Avada Kedavra"

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Was that? No, voldemort…

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Hurry up…

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I cant…

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"Avada Kedavra!"

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There!

Drip–CRUNCH

Draco Malfoy watched dispassionately as his foot smashed the head of Lord Voldemort's prized snake, Nagini. He didn't notice the destruction of Lord Voldemort when the sickly green light hit him half a second after the blond had slammed his foot down. He didn't see Harry Potter collapse upon the ground and not get up again. And he wouldn't see the scene as aurors appeared; the bodies of Voldemort, Nagini, and the two most feared deatheaters in the world.

He wouldn't see any of that because he had already collapsed into a pile of his own blood. His last thoughts would be the realization that the dripping sound had been coming from himself…

Drip

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eh, my prologues are always weird…

Anyway, this is a Harry Potter was a deatheater fic… I hope it doesn't suck.