"HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!"
As those words were spoken, Hermiones heart fell. No, he couldn't be dead. She felt red hot tears sliping down her face as Ginny cryed and raced forward. She caught her just in time and held her close.
"It will be okay. We'll be okay." she whispered gently, rubbing her back. Really, those words were to try and encourage herself. Ginny turned away from her as Voldamort continued on with his speech.
"The battle is won. You have lost half your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member family. Come out of the castle, now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live, and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together."
Silence. No one moved.
"Draco," a quiet voice called from behind the Dark Lord. "Draco, come here." Lucius's quiet yet strong voice comanded. All heads turned to the 17 year old. He stood in the corner, just in view of Hermione. "Draco." Lucius's voice was now stern, a hint of warning in it.
Draco quickly took a glance at Hermione's pleading face. He breathed in, out, and took a step... backwards. The quick intake of breath made by Narcissius was heard all around the ground.
"I thought you might do that." said Lucius. And with that, pulled something out from behind his back. The screams of a child rang through Hermione's ears. She sharply turned her head towards Draco, with wide eyes. He stood there getting ready to move forward. Oh, no. I won't lose him again. Hermione.
Just as Draco took a step forward, there was a cry of Stupify, a flash of red light. When the light dimed, Lucius Malfoy was found unconcious on the ground, child nowhere in sight; that is, until Draco raced through the crowed towards the front. As fast as lightning, he was at her side, holding his family like there was no tommorow.