Draco felt the scream well up in his chest. He felt as the ever-present spark in the back of his mind died, extinguishing faster than his heart had time to beat. The pain was more intense than anything he had ever felt before, worse that the sectumsempra that had practically cut him in half, worse even than the torture of receiving the Dark Mark.
It was as if someone was simultaneously cutting his heart apart with the finest scalpel, sliver by sliver, while sewing it back together with a thick rusty needle. Every inch of his skin felt like it was on fire, yet he felt colder than if he had been dipped into a pool of ice. Every single fiber in his body cried out in anguish and for release from the pain.
A heaving wrenching sob tore though his lungs as he fought for the air that refused to enter his burning lungs, he felt like he was drowning out of water.
'Harry is dead,' the thought momentarily flickered though his pain clouded mind as he finally succumbed to darkness.
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