Author's Note: As you might already know, my story 'Twist of Undesirable Truth' has been ended. This story is my second version. Some things have changed, but a lot hasn't. Just my way of making up for horribly done work. And no, I don't want to hear otherwise on the topic.
Preface:
"I am the only person I can depend on, isn't that right, father?" A vicious voice spat at the man that they had to call father all their life. The person they were to look up to, follow example upon. But look at the great and powerful Lucius Malfoy now, not even able to defeat his own child.
"I was going to tell them about you, I swear. Forget what I said. They all have to know. Just let me go so I can tell them." He begged, being to scared of death to want to die.
"Only when a person is about to die do you see their true colors. You forget, Lucius, that there is worse than dying." The person said, reading his mind perfectly. The wand was trained on the old man, waiting for the slightest of movements.
Surrounding the two was a full out war. The war. Many from both the dark and light side had previously fallen, faces unknown and recognizable. However, they weren't paying attention. Well, Lucius was really averting his eyes from the child, trying to find anything else to catch his eye. And even with his 'bad self' and all, nothing was that exciting or entertaining to him.
Finally, after realizing his own child really was about to kill him, Malfoy turned his head to await his death. The man looked up from his position on the floor under their foot, to the smirking face. At least he knows that his parenting paid off. The child was good with a wand.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" The sound bounced off the surroundings, breaking the nearest trinkets. The whole mess of people momentarily stopped to look at Harry Potter, thinking that it was only him who can use the killing curse that loudly, besides Voldemort. But Harry wasn't looking at them. Harry was looking at the real user of the vocalized curse, stunned. He didn't know who it was. In fact, no one in the fights there did. The people who knew the answer to the question on everyone's mind were dead, with one exception.
"Holy Fuck," The girl muttered as the body hit the ground. No, Lucius Malfoy wasn't just killed, it was Voldemort.