This is my first story I've decided to post in a very long time so hope all of you enjoy it. Also no flamers please, if you don't like it that's fine but I don't want to feel bad for about 2 months because of your review even though I'll still love you because you actually took your time to read my story.

The full title: The Moment You Hold Your Breath

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything.

I think this story spins off in the summer holiday at the end of fifth year. Not quite sure though.

Enjoy!

This is it.

Freedom. Well, sort of.

Draco smiled to himself as all around him spells flinged themselves at the walls and his fellow Death Eaters. The Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix had been putting up a good fight so far and it didn't look like they were getting tired.

He was.

Having to deal with the Lord, his father and the safety of his mother for so fucking long and even in his own house where he was supposed to feel safe… Things just never seemed fair.

But it all was going to be over soon, his plan had worked out perfectly. About ten minutes ago his mother had fled through the floo connection in the living room to one of their safe properties in France. Salazar knew where his father was but he could take care of himself and to be honest Draco didn't really care what happened to him. His father had been following the crazed lunatic without question when everything the bastard was doing just seem pointless and downright plain idiotic with no regards to the welfare of his family.

The Dark Lord must have fled by now, Draco mused as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. They had been driven around the corner of the hallway on the second floor of the manor and he winced every time a spell chipped off a chunk of the wall. It was his home after all and after everything was over it would probably go up in flames. Not that he would be there to see it but the thought still pained him.

A curse flew past his face which brought him back to his plan. His wonderful suicidal plan. He would go down while distracting the Aurors so that the others could escape, that way his name wouldn't be tarnished and he would be regarded as some kind of hero. That way he would get out of his misery of a life. Maybe his father would be proud of him for honouring his family's chosen cause and maintaining the family image. The Dark Lord certainly would be seeing as that he was saving the stupid mutt Fenrir, the lord's favourite Werewolf General as well as other family heads. He just couldn't go on living like this, in constant fear that anything could happen to him and his mother at any moment. He knew it looked like he was abandoning her but he had made sure she would be fine once he was gone. Everything would be better once he's gone.

Well, this was it; he decided and squared his shoulders. "I'll hold them off." He snarled while turning to face the others. "Run" "What?" Fenrir protested but Draco cut him off. "There are too many of them, either get killed or escape." He glared at them and felt relief flood his veins as they stared to shuffle back. "We'll remember this." One of them said and Draco nodded gravely before turning to face his death. He never thought he would go like this. He had hoped he wouldn't go like this. At least he had had the chance to say goodbye to his mother.

He laughed while flexing his wand hand and stepped around the corner feeling the rush of adrenaline curse through him. His shield spell was instantly bombarded and he laughed again while starting to fight back. He was crazy for laughing at his imminent fate but wasn't that what people in this kind of situation did? Laugh and have no regards of the consequences because they were going to die anyway? Or maybe it was only him. He chuckled when his shield splintered into tiny fragments but his features turned into a snarl when his arm was cut by a slashing spell. Fucking Weasly. What was the twit doing here anyway? Snarling he sent a crucio down the hallway before side stepping another spell and starting to fight in earnest. There were a couple of Aurors and members with Weasly and Draco was slightly proud that he was fighting against all of them and doing a pretty good job of it too. Mainly due to him using all his knowledge of dark spells which they had no idea of or weren't allowed to use. He got careless after a while and let a spell fling him against the wall. His head snapped against it and he started to feel dizzy when he felt the trickle of blood run down his neck. But all he could do was grit his teeth and get up again. He'd made his decision.

The fight went on for what felt like hours and he was bleeding from several wounds as well as a bloody nose. His body was getting taxed and his magic felt so drained and tired. Gasping for another breath he managed to fire off another spell and hit an Auror before crumpling to his knees because of a burning spell hitting his side. His wand was flung out of his hand before someone gripped his hair and smashed his head against the stone wall with a sickening crunch. Weasly, Draco thought as he dimly registered ginger hair. Coughing up blood he got back up on his feet again and looked at the person who was going to kill him. Weasly was a suitable candidate, they hated each other. "Do it. Or are you not tough enough?" He sneered and felt satisfaction when Weasly lifted his wand, hate marred in his features. He closed his eyes and shivered when he started to hear the words. "AVADA KED-" "RON NO!" Someone yelled and just like that his plan shattered around him. And he was so tired, everything hurt so fucking much, he wanted it to be over. His knees gave out and he fell to the ground. He didn't have the strength to get someone to kill him now; hopefully he might die by bleeding out. His eyelids fluttered shut and he barely noticed green eyes in front of him before he passed out.

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