Malfoy Murder. Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived?
"The boy...is he dead?"
"You, examine him, tell me if he is dead."
The frightened Narcissa Malfoy ran over to the body of Harry Potter. Was he dead or alive? Only he could tell her if Draco was still alive in Hogwarts castle, buried in the shadows of the forbidden forest.
She touched Harry's face, pulled back an eyelid, crept beneath his shirt, down to his chest ... and felt his heart beating faster and faster.
"Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?"
"Yes" Harry breathed back, discretely.
A wave of joy spread through Narcissa's body. Her one and only son was still alive! But how could she reach him without The Dark Lord noticing her weakness? She had a plan.
"He is dead!" Narcissa screamed, sounding delighted.
Roars of triumph echoed around the forest floor, the death eaters were letting off red sparks with their wands to celebrate and Voldemort had an eerie grin on his horrific face.
"You see?" He screeched. "Harry Potter is dead by my hand, and no man alive can threaten me now! Watch!...CRUCIO!" Harry was being tortured.
Narcissa gasped. She hoped that Harry wouldn't flinch for then The Dark Lord would know she lied about his death. Luckily, however, the Potter boy was clever enough to hang limply in the power of the cruciatus curse even though he was probably in immense pain.
Voldemort dropped Harry to the ground and told Hagrid to carry him up to the castle after the boys' glasses were slammed onto his face.
The giant was sobbing so hard that tears of fury and lament were dripping from his eyes and splattering onto the mossy carpet of the forest.
The group walked swiftly to the edge of the forest to show everyone in Hogwarts that the boy who lived was dead.
