Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books belong to J.K. Rowling and the movie belong to the Warner Bros. I am not making an money off of this, no matter what happens in my fantasy world.
Dead. That's what they told us. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, lay motionless in the gamekeeper's arms.
Many cried, several screamed, and lots hugged each other. Most, however, stood silently, numb with shock. I, Theodore Nott, did no such thing.
"Join me or die," the Dark Lord had said. I scoffed. I suppose he was expecting at least a good portion of Slytherin House to join him. They did not. Not at first, anyway. . .
Lucius and Narcissa called for their son. All eyes were on Draco. Malfoy stood there, frozen with fright. His eyes darted around the room, searching desperately for an escape. His hopes were in vain, as he saw nothing. Even I couldn't help but feel a little bit of pity for him. He and I had never been close, but we had grown up together. It was rather unsettling to see anybody in this state.
My father did not even try to coax me. He and I had went our separate ways two summers ago. He had chosen his path and I had chosen mine. Not that I would ever openly fight for Potter's side, but I rendered it safe to stay neutral.
Slowly, but surely, Malfoy reluctantly made his way over to the other side, trembling from head to toe. It was pathetic, to be quite honest. The Dark Lord actually hugged, yes, hugged him. I shuddered. He must have desperate. And the look on Draco's face. . . if it wasn't for the circumstances, I would have found it rather amusing.
Soon my eyes shifted from Draco. I glanced a Hagrid, who was sobbing mournfully over the loss of the golden boy, not unlike many others. Still, something about him caught my attention- - or rather, what he had in his arms. I looked at Potter's body. A hand had moved. I glanced around to see if anybody else had noticed, but everyone's gazes were on Longbottom, who was slowly limping over to the Dark Lord in a brave, yet stupid, attempt to fight him. That was good; with everyone else distracted, Potter had less of a chance being caught moving. I smirked. It was now all a matter of timing. If he could spring out and catch the Dark Lord by surprise, then maybe, just maybe, he actually had a chance.
. . . So I stood my ground.
Author's Note(s): Normally, I don't write fanfics based off of the movies, but this idea had been bugging me for a long time. It always struck me as odd that in the movie version, when Voldemort announced that Potter was dead, none of the Slytherins went over to his side.
Interesting fact: The hug between Voldemort and Draco Malfoy was not in the script. Tom Felton later on said that they had done the scene many times and he was surprised that they used the hugging one. If one looks closely during the scene they can see the actor of Dean Thomas smiling slightly, trying not to laugh.
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