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It was a whisper. The spell that ended his life.

Avada Kedrava

The man opposite him had raised his wand, pointing it at Draco's chest. Draco had pleaded, forgetting his pride, hoping to stop the man.

Avada Kedrava

Draco was the picture of disgrace these days, the man took the time to taunt Draco. His hair was clumped together with sweat and dirt. His eyes where underlined with spots of his own blood and the tales of too many sleepless nights. Even his robes where the picture of disarray.

Avada Kedrava

The room around him was the picture of neatness, contrasting Draco. He'd been composing a letter when the other came. His elegant script was shaking, his hand was shaking, he was shaking. To him, the room seemed to shake.

Avada Kedrava

Draco heard muffled screams as the curse came towards him.

Avada Kedrava

Hermione screamed, shrieking as she saw it happen. She wanted it not to happen, though she knew he'd gone down that path along time ago.

Avada Kedrava

The mirror stood parallel to Draco's body. Hermione blamed herself for his suicide, weeping as her mind denied the clear evidence...

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