A/N: This one took a while to write (provided it is rather long). It's one of my favorites so I do hope you enjoy it.

The last two chapters might take a while before I get them up 'cause I've been behind on school work and suddenly I want to write a story for Oliver Wood (and call me weird but I also want to write a story for Veck Sims from Paul Blart: Mall Cop). So I'm kinda jumping around at the moment. Be patient! They'll be up soon!

Chapter 8-----The Kinslayer

Draco's vision was blurred. He was dizzy and he swaggered where he sat. He suddenly felt his shirt ripped apart at the shoulder and a cold towel pressed against a warm wound. Who found him? Who was it that was talking to him? He could not remember how he came to be as he was. And decided he would ask.

"What happened?" His voice was raspy and cut in and out. He heard someone answer him but could not make out whom it was.

"I was hoping you could tell us, Malfoy."

He felt his jaw being pried open and cold water being poured down his throat. He coughed and spluttered and half of the water fell out of his mouth in cascades. The water came again but this time he was able to keep it down and he downed the water as if he had not had a single thing to drink for days. He was so dehydrated he downed the glass of water in two large gulps. He coughed again once the glass was empty and blinked several times in order to clear his vision. He saw four figures, one kneeling next to him and the other three standing above him. He knew who they were just by their outlines. He gulped. He knew what was coming. The whole situation was going to be taken the wrong way and without Roxanna, there was no telling how the argument as going to end up.

"I…" His raspy voice wavered as he tried to recall what had happened before he was knocked unconscious. "I'm trying to remember." He grabbed his head, his hands squeezed into fists, digging through his brain for the unpleasant memory. "I…I was playing…a game." His eyes were squeezed shut as if closing them would help. "They came, burst through the back door. Then the front door. They attacked us, cornered us in the hallway. We ran for it, forced our way through the front door. She got out first, then me, but something caught the back of my shirt." He shook his head and looked around the room, studying the destruction of the house to help him narrate. "One of them hit me with a curse and I fell to the ground in the doorway. I heard her cry and looked up to see three more of our attackers close in on her and I told her to run. She did, right into the forest, and I was dragged back into the house." He looked up at the three around him. They were still slightly blurry but he could tell who was who and what expressions they made. Potter was angry, Weasley was confused, The Weasley girl was next to him, mopping up the blood on his shoulder, and Granger looked positively astonished. "I can't remember what they did to me, only that it was quick and very painful."

Draco hoped they believed him, but by the looks on their faces, they obviously did not.

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Roxanna blinked her eyes several times before coming to. She was cold and she looked around and realized that she was lying in the snow of a graveyard. Sitting up with a start, she looked around, bemused with how she got there. Standing up, she walked around, trying to figure out where exactly she was. She shivered as she read some of the headstones. The long sleeved shirt she wore did nothing to keep the cold from biting her skin. She turned at the sight of a very plain, very boring headstone. It was odd to see it there seeing as all the other headstones were intricately carved sculptures of angels, demons and creatures.

She crossed her arms and rubbed her sides to keep warm as she cocked her head to the side and read the lettering carved into the stone.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

She gasped and jumped back from the headstone. She knew that name. Harry had told her about it. That was the real name of the Dark Lord Voldemort! She remembered now, remembered what happened at her house, what happened to Malfoy, and what brought her here. A chill ran up her spine that had absolutely nothing to do with the snow that fell around her.

"Chilling, isn't it?" A cold, evil voice sounded from behind her that made her jump and spin around to face the tall, muscular man that had taken out Malfoy. "You, a mudblood, standing on the spot where the man that caused your kind so much grief and suffering is buried. You must be frightened, or perhaps glad?" He shifted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes as if her were contemplating what was on her mind.

Roxanna shook her head. "Not really, it was just a bit surprising, that's all."

The man smiled and removed his hood to show his short, and slightly curly brown hair. "Surprising? Yes, I guess you could say it is surprising." The tall man took out a wand and pointed it at the red-head. Suddenly, loud cracks sounded all around her and she saw several of the hooded witches and wizards that had attacked her house aparate all around the graveyard, surrounding her. "You could say it is surprising when you find out what we have planned for you here."

Roxanna's eyes widened as each one of the hooded wizards raised their wands and prepared to lay their curses on her.

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Harry was furious. He grabbed Malfoy by the collar of his shirt, lifted him to his feet and slammed the injured man against the wall.

"Harry!" Ginny cried. "What are you doing?"

Harry did not answer her, but yelled at the man who cringed from the collision with the busted wall. "You lie!" he growled. "Tell us the truth! What happened to Roxanna!?"

Malfoy's head bobbed to the side. He was dizzy from loss of blood and pain. "I told you…" he half spoke, half whispered. "I don't know."

Harry's rage was getting the best of him like it did so many times before. "Stop FUCKING lying, Malfoy! Give us the truth or I will give you more pain than anyone can do to you!"

Malfoy was on the brink of passing out again but he managed to add in a few more words. "I'm not…lying." His voice was a whisper hardly audible to even Harry whose ears were inches from Malfoy's barely moving lips. "You can…use legilamency on me…if you need, or veritrasirum."

Harry had a hard time believing what he was hearing. Was the man really willing to have veritrasirum or legillamency used on him? The guy was crazy. He would not let Malfoy go, however, until her heard Hermione speak calmly behind him.

"Harry, maybe he really is telling the truth." Harry slowly turned his head to look at her. "Maybe we should listen to him for once."

He said nothing, but released Malfoy and set him gently back down on the dusty carpeted floor. He sat down cross-legged across from the out-of-focus blonde. "Very well, tell us what you do know, in detail."

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Roxanna sat curled up in the fetal position against Voldemort's headstone. She was shaking from more than the cold. She was in pain, those people, those monsters were mad. They were sadistic, cruel, and evil. They had no conscience and took every precaution to make sure she could not escape. A counter-aparation charm had been place upon the graveyard so she could not leave that way and her legs had a paralitical spell put on them so she could not run.

She was left alone with her wand. She had no idea why but her torturers were not there, they were nowhere to be seen. This must have been another way of torturing her. Leave her with her wand and watch her go crazy with the inability to escape.

She stared at her wand for several minutes, contemplating what she could do with it. Finally, after about half an hour of staring at her wand, and idea came to her. Her patronus. How could she have not thought of it before? Harry would know what to do. He, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were always there to help her in her times of need, so why not now?

Picking up her wand from the cold snow, she imagined her happy thought in her mind vividly. She saw her family and herself when she was six playing in a lake in Arizona with her friend Stella and her family. Roxanna's favorite vacation, back when she and her parents were still family. She smiled and raised her wand. "Expecto Partronum!" she yelled. Immediately, a great big, silver jaguar burst from the tip of her wand and ran around her once before walking up to its master, awaiting its orders.

She stroked its snout and it purred slightly before she waved her wand towards the forest that surrounded the graveyard. "Go find Harry Potter and tell him I'm in the graveyard of Voldemort. I'm in danger!"

The patronus jaguar flicked its tail in agreement and cantered off into the forest out of sight. She hoped they had found Malfoy and did not rail on him too much. She hoped he was still alive and was with Harry when he received her message.

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Harry watched as Malfoy forced himself to his feet. He swayed where he stood but remained standing and soon attempted to walk. His knees buckled and he collapsed back down to the floor.

"Malfoy, why don't you have one of us help you?" Hermione asked. "You're still too weak to walk."

The man shook his head and waved her off. "No, I can get this." He forced himself up again, his knees wobbling with the strain of holding his weight up but then stiffened when he was up at his full height. Taking a deep breath, he took another step, this time staying up, and smiled. Taking another step, his endurance ran out and he fell back to floor. "On second thought, I think I will need assistance."

Ginny was about to help him back to his feet, but Harry walked past her, slung Malfoy's arm over his shoulder and hoisted the blonde man to his feet.

"Thank you," Malfoy whispered, his head bowed and staring at his feet.

Harry refused to look at him as they made their way to the front door, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny behind them. "Forget about it," he said emotionlessly.

Once outside, Malfoy pointed to the forest across the street from Roxanna's house. "She ran in there. We can start by following her footsteps and find out what happened to her."

No one said a word, only nodded and walked to the forest's edge. They spread out, searching the edge for Roxanna's footprints. Each one of them had their wands out, the end lit up for extra light. They searched for an hour until Harry heard his wife call out from his right. "I found them! Roxanna ran this way!"

Harry noticed Malfoy's head snap up when he heard Ginny's claim. What was with this guy? Why was he so interested in Roxanna Porter? Regardless of his confusion, Harry helped the blonde turn around and walk in the direction of Ginny's voice. They found her near a big patch of bushes that hid a small dog path leading into the forest.

"The prints are small, smaller than the three others around here," she said, pushing back the bushes to show her husband, brother, and sister-in-law the foot prints. "They must have chased her through here."

Harry nodded. "Then we follow them. It may be hopeless, but they just might lead us to her or her captors." Everyone agreed and they all entered the forest. Malfoy was remaining surprisingly silent throughout the whole ordeal. Harry did not pay attention too much to him aside from the fact that he had to help the man walk. He was getting stronger with every step he took and soon, he was practically walking by himself yet he did not reject Harry's help.

They continued through the forest, Ron in the lead, watching the footprints for any sign of change. After fifteen minutes of walking, Ron stopped them in the middle of a clearing near an unearthed tree root.

"This is where she stopped running," he said, pointing at the tree root. "She must have tripped and fallen here and that's how they caught up to her."

"Damn!" Malfoy cried. "They must have aparated her out of here. They could be anywhere by now!" Shoving Harry aside, he ran over to the spot where the unearthed root was and studied the disheveled snow beside it. "Damn it!" He swung his fist to the side and hit the tree next to him, the tree that the root belonged to. "God damn it! Why!?" The others said nothing, just watched as Malfoy screamed at the tree. Harry was so confused at Malfoy's behavior that he almost did not notice the silver light growing brighter in the distance as if it were getting closer.

He squinted and adjusted his glasses. Straining to see what was causing the light, he studied the bright object that was suspiciously in an animal form. It came, or walked, closer towards him. When the silver animal was close enough for him to touch, he finally realized what it was; Roxanna's jaguar patronus. Harry reached out a hand to touch it but it opened its mouth as if it were going to bite his fingers off and he quickly withdrew his hand.

"I'm in the graveyard of Voldemort. I'm in danger!" The silver jaguar spoke with Roxanna's voice before turning around and running back into the depths of the forest. Harry's mouth hung agape as he continued to stare after the silver jaguar long after it was gone. The graveyard of Voldemort? That was all the way up in northern Scotland! But why there? Why would her attackers bring her there? He was so lost in his thoughts, he almost missed Malfoy pulling out his own wand and letting out his own patronus.

A great big silver polar bear jumped out of Malfoy's wand. It got up on its back legs then landed back to the ground without a sound. Harry was at a loss for words. He had never seen Malfoy's patronus before but never imagined it to be a polar bear. Out of all the possibilities, it had to be a polar bear. It just did not seem right, but yet it did at the same time. He did not hear what the blonde said to it before the silver bear snuffed and bounded off through the forest after the jaguar.

Then it clicked.

Polar bears were Roxanna's favorite animal.

Malfoy was in love with Roxanna.

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Roxanna opened her eyes to a bright, silver light. She smiled when she saw what it was. A great silver polar bear walked out of the forest into the graveyard towards her. She coaxed to her as it sniffed their air cautiously. When it was near enough to her, she reached out her hand and scratched behind its ears. It felt warm, soothing, and happy. She half expected to feel the soft fur under her fingers but knew better than to expect such things from a patronus.

"You're alive," she said, smiling. "Did you get my message?"

The silver bear nodded and opened its mouth to speak. "Roxanna, thank God you're alive! Don't worry, we're on our way." It spoke with Malfoy's voice and just the sound of it sent a feeling of relief through her body. We, he said we. That means he was not alone. Harry was with him.

Her arm drooped and fell to her side. The silver polar bear, thinking she was done, turned and walked back into the forest, leaving her alone once again.

"I was curious to see what you would do with your wand, seeing as you can't go anywhere, and I must say, I'm impressed!" Roxanna jumped at the sound of the cold voice. She turned around to see the tall, brown-haired man that had knocked out Malfoy. She had gathered that he was the ring leader, the one in charge of the whole operation. She cowered beneath him, afraid. They knew, they knew Malfoy was coming and there was nothing she could do stop them from coming.

The leader bent down and picked up Roxanna's wand from the snow-covered ground. He smiled down at her. "You look cold, my dear. Maybe we should warm you up a bit." He snapped his fingers and she felt two pairs of strong arms, grab her and drag her off to a clearing of headstones. She saw stacks of wood arranged in the way someone would put them if they were going to start a bonfire. She gasped and tried to struggle, but the arms holding her were too strong, she could not break their grasp.

Their leader pointed his own wand at the wood and flicked it slightly to the side. Immediately, bright flames erupted from the wood that seemed to have a life of its own. Fiendfire, they were going to burn her with fiendfire. She was going to die! Malfoy and Harry would be too late. There was no way they would reach her in time.

"Hold out her arm!" The tall brunette ordered. She felt her right arm yanked from her side and held near the fire. She could feel the heat on her fingertips and she was only six feet away. Those who held her walked closer to the fire. She was now three feet away. Closer still, they moved her until the fire engulfed her fingers and quickly spread up her entire arm. She screamed. She screamed until her throat was hoarse from use. Her arm was burning, her body was burning. She knew the flames only engulfed her arm but it felt like her whole body was on fire. She felt like she was suffocating, like she was burning at the stake at a middle ages witch burning.

She lost control of her body and pulled her arm out of the fire. She tried to smother the flames in the snow but all it did was melt instantly at the flames touch. She could not stop her screaming as she watched her whole arm disintegrate before her eyes. Her skin seemed to melt away and her eyes widened when she saw her bones. They cracked and broke apart from the insatiable heat.

Suddenly, the flames were gone, yet the pain was still there. She looked down at her arm through blurred vision due to tears of pain. Her arm was still there yet it was charred to a crisp. A protective spell must have been cast over her arm to keep her body intact, yet give her more pain than any normal fire could give her. What she had seen was an illusion to make the pain more than it really was. These men were sick, they disgusted her and she wanted to hurl right there.

"Now the other arm!" she heard someone yell. She gulped and braced herself for more excruciating pain but nothing happened.

"No," the leader said, walking towards her. "I think it's time for something new." He waved his wand and the fiendfire was extinguished instantly. He stepped up to her and the two who were holding her let her go and she dropped to the ground. She let her burned arm lay limply in the snow and gathered up as much of the cold material as she could and covered her arm in it. The snow barely did anything to sooth her burn. The curse must have prevented it from being healed by any normal means. She cursed the man standing in front of her and spat at his feet.

The man frowned, anger apparent in his face. Roxanna immediately regretted her actions as the man raised his wand and sneered. He pointed the tip at the woman at his feet and spoke the curse with no emotion.

"Crucio!"

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"Has anyone ever been to Voldemort's graveyard?" Draco asked the four around him. He looked from one blank face to the next and soon realized that no one had. It looked like he was the only one. "Very well, looks like you are all going to have to grab on to me seeing as I'm the only one who's been there before."

Weasley frowned and crossed his arms angrily. "There is no way I am letting Malfoy take me somewhere I have never been by aparation!"

"Ron, we've got no choice!" Granger coaxed. "He's the only one who can get us there."

"She's right, Ron," Potter agreed. Draco gaped at him. Was this man actually going to trust him for once? He did not trust him with his story of what happened at Roxanna's house, he did not trust him to befriend Roxanna, and he never trusted him throughout their years at Hogwarts from the very day they met. So why was he going to trust him now? "As much as I hate to admit it, our only hope of saving Roxanna lies with Malfoy. We've got to just suck it up and trust him." He turned to the blonde. "Very well, take us there." Draco nodded and motioned for all them to grab on to him.

The Weasley girl grabbed on to the back of his shirt, Potter his left arm, Granger grabbed on to Weasley who begrudgingly grabbed Draco's right arm.

He concentrated, concentrated with all his might on the forest surrounding the graveyard. It was not safe to aparate directly into the graveyard, there was no telling what could be waiting for them there. Spinning on the spot, he disaparated with a loud crack and before he knew it, he was standing in the midst of more snow-covered trees.

"Where are we?" the Weasley girl asked.

"The forest surrounding the graveyard," Draco replied. "I thought it best to come in near it than actually right in the middle of the headstones."

"Nice plan," Ron said sarcastically. "But where do we go from here?"

Draco glanced around and saw the small path he had concentrated on before he got there. "This way," he said as he motioned for the others to follow him. Turning left down the path, he jogged for a few minutes until his injuries caught up with him. Slowing down, he walked the rest of the way to the graveyard. It took a while, but he was almost relieved when they made it to the graveyard. Relieved until he saw the one thing he was hoping beyond anything that he would not see.

The five of them emerged from the thicket to see a mess of burned wood, disturbed snow and depressing sculptures. At first it seemed as if the graveyard was empty, but further searching showed that it most definitely was not. Draco rounded a corner and almost cried out in sadness and anger. He saw her, motionless, lifeless, strewn across the lap of a weeping angel. The angel's arms were spread apart and the head cocked to one side as if it was carved for the specific purpose of weeping over Roxanna Porter. Her body leaned against one of the angel's arms in a limp mass. Her right arm was very badly burned and there was vomit residue at the corners of her mouth. She was bleeding, or she just had blood on her. It was impossible to tell whether the blood was hers or where the blood came from.

He could not believe it. He was too late. She was gone and there was nothing he could do to change that. He took a step towards her, then another, and another until he stood right above her. Draco dropped to his knees, he reached for her, caressed her face with his palm. He could not hold them back any longer and he just let the tears flow freely from his eyes. He did not care if Potter or Weasley or any of them saw him cry. He did not care about anything anymore. Roxanna was gone and now his life was over.

"Rox, please, wake up," he pleaded. "Please don't be dead. You can't be." He paused before he spoke once again. "I love you, Roxanna."

"Such a shame, isn't it?" a cold voice sounded to his left and the big man who had dragged him back into the house only hours before stepped out from behind a tall statue of a horned demon.

Draco bolted to his feet and spun on the spot. Anger flooded through him. This was the man who caused it all, this was the man who tortured him, tortured Roxanna and killed her. He would make this man pay if it was the last thing he did.

"Say," the man said, sounding surprised. He raised a finger and pointed at Draco. "You're that Malfoy boy, the one that had fallen in love with the mudblood."

"Don't you call her that! Don't ever call her that!" Draco yelled. He drew his wand out as fast as he could and moved towards the brown-haired man threateningly. He was ready to kill, prepared to kill if it meant taking Roxanna's killer of this planet. Someone grabbed him, more than one person grabbed him, stopping his advance on the enemy. He struggled, trying to free himself from their grip. "Let me go!" he yelled. "Let me go, I want to kill him!"

"Stop it, Malfoy!" It was Potter. "We don't know if his companions are with him or not!"

"I don't care!" he screamed. "I'll kill him, I swear I will!"

"It would be smart to listen to your friends, boy," the man commented.

"Shut up!" Draco was tired of listening to that man. The only time he wanted to see him was in a morgue. "You're the bastard who killed her, I should see to it that you die a horrible, painful death." He threatened with his wand tip pointed at the man standing in front of him.

He smiled. "Yes, I did kill her," he admitted. "I must say, it was rather entertaining."

"She has vomit residue on her mouth," he heard Weasley state as he released Malfoy along with Potter. It was apparent that he was just as angry and Draco was. "Did you poison her?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. The little bitch threw up on my cloak." He frustratingly shook the bottom of his cloak to show the vomit stain he had acquired.

His cloak? A woman was dead and he was worrying about his cloak? The man was mental! Furious and no longer held back by Weasley and Potter, Draco lunged at the man. His hands found their way to the man's throat. He backed him up against a rather large headstone, squeezing his hands tighter around the man's neck. He jabbed his wand tip into the man's cheek. "Now you're going to pay." The torturing curse was on the tip of his tongue. He was ready to make this man know the meaning of pain. Something poked the side of his neck. Slowly turning his head, he came face to face with his father once again.

"Leave Ben alone, son."

"Father!" he cried. "You're the one who instigated this!"

Lucius only nodded but kept his wand against his son's throat to make sure he did not curse the big man named Ben. Draco was quick. As fast as he could he released Ben and shot a stunning spell at his father. Ben ran for it as Lucius returned his son's attack with a killing curse. Once Draco and his father were locked in a duel, more of the hooded witches and wizards ran out of the woods and joined in. A major fight, a brawl, broke out and Potter, the Weasley girl, Granger, and Weasley ended up dueling three or four wizards at a time.

Draco was angrier than he had ever been before. He was furious, furious that his own father would attempt to kill him twice and have the one woman he loved killed. Why? What was the point of it all? At the moment, none of these questions mattered. What mattered what the duel. They were dueling to kill now. He could no longer live with this man as his father, he could no longer stand it.

Curses, spells and charms alike flew past them, narrowly missing both of them several times. Draco lost track of the surrounding battles. What he concentrated on was killing his father. An explosion nearby and flying debris of marble indicated that one of the headstones was hit with a curse and was now completely destroyed. Some of the debris hit him in the side of the head, nearly knocking him unconscious, but he shook it off and continued fighting. He sent a full body bind curse at his father who dodged to the left slightly and it missed him by a few inches. He returned the attack by shooting another killing curse at his son who ducked and let the curse smash into a large angel headstone.

Another spell flew in his direction and he ducked behind a gargoyle to shield himself from the blast. Draco now got a good look at how the battle was fairing. By the looks of things, it was leaning in their direction. They were still outnumbered, but Granger and the Weasley girl fought well. They were back to back fighting five cloaked figures by themselves. Potter fought two on his own while Weasley was in the middle of a duel with the leader Ben. Two bodies lay limp in the snow, a Sectumsempra hit across the chest of one of them. Draco cringed at the sight of it. No doubt that was the work of Potter. Draco had had enough experience dealing with that curse, having almost died from it himself and he still bore the scars on his chest.

The Weasley girl pecked off another one and now the enemy was three down instead of two. Weasley paused in the middle of his battle to fire a stunning spell at one of the four Granger and his sister were dueling then returned to his own fight. Five down, six more to go.

A spell hit the gargoyle Draco was hiding behind and made him snap back to his own duel against his father. The gargoyle exploded just as he threw himself away from it. Draco ran towards the forest, intent on buying himself time to think of more spells he could use against Lucius. Blue sparks flew past his head, causing him to drop to the snow covered ground and roll. Getting back to his feet, he flicked his wand at his father and a jet of white light flew towards his father's chest. Lucius jumped to the side and raised his arm, causing the spell to pass harmlessly under his armpit.

He was ready now, ready to kill him. The curse was on his tongue, ready to just roll off, causing it to be that last words Lucius Malfoy heard before he died. To Draco's right, Potter made his own killing curse collide with one of his dueler's forehead. The body flew passed in front of him, momentarily blocking his few of his father. When he could see again, Lucius was looking around, rather confused as to what was going on. It did not register in Draco's mind what was happening. Lucius saw his son, the angry look on his face, and the wand pointed directly at him. His hands flew up just as Draco shouted the curse.

"Avada Kedavra!" The green light shot out of the end of his wand just as Lucius found his voice.

"Draco, wait-!" The curse him in the center of his chest. He flew back several feet before he landed, quite dead, on the soft snow next to an angel with a raised sword. It almost looked as if the angel was there to smite the dead man lying beneath it.

Draco stood frozen to the ground. He lowered his wand, and, breathing heavily, walked over to his father's dead body. His face was not the angry and arrogant look he always wore, the look he had when he had shown himself to his son earlier that night. No, Lucius wore a look of shock and sadness in death. It seemed that he did not expect his only son to murder him, but then again he was the one who tried to kill him in the first place. Draco turned away, disgusted at his father, disgusted at himself. This was what he was, a kinslayer, a murderer of family.

Something happened to his father, something that was not supposed to happen. It seemed that he had no control over what he was doing. Yet how had he suddenly regained his consciousness? It happened right after Potter had killed one of the wizards he had been dueling. So how…?

He looked up at the remnants of the battle. Granger and the Weasley girl were now dueling one man, same as Potter and Weasley. Bodies were strewn all across the graveyard.

Draco thought of all the possible curses that could cause someone to lose control of their own body, only one came to mind. The Imperius curse. It had to be, it was the only explanation. Potter killed the man who had put the curse on Lucius, causing him to release the curse. Therefore his father regained control of his body and consciousness.

No enemies remained, the two remaining had been either knocked out or killed. Draco looked over the battle field and laid eyes on the one thing that instigated it all.

Roxanna.

She still remained where they had left her, leaning against the weeping angel. He walked over to her, fresh tears welling up in his eyes. All this death, all this carnage, and for what? A woman born of non-magical blood? He resented who he used to be, a muggleborn-hating sadistic bastard. He hated his father, hated himself, hated hating. He was sick of it all. Why was there so much fighting over something so miniscule?

Draco walked passed Potter, Weasley, passed Granger and the Weasley girl. They all stared at him, remorse in each one of their faces. He ignored them and continued walking. Dropping to his knees once again, he reached out and took Roxanna in his arms. His tears fell on her cold and dusty face. Draco cradled her head in his arms, muttering to himself before finally screaming at the cloudy sky.

His scream was a cry of pain; a wordless shriek of suffering. The others behind him stood weeping silently as he leaned over Roxanna's face, sobbing. He held her close, keeping her away from anything that would make her body any more cold than it was. He could not stop his sobbing, the tears would not stop. What was he to do now that he had murdered his father and the woman he loved was dead? What could he do?

Snow began to fall. Everyone was silent, there was no sound aside from the occasional sob from Draco. No wind blew, just falling white snow. Unbeknownst to any of them, two eyes slowly began to open, blink a few times, and groggily stare straight ahead at Draco's torn shirt.

A/N: It's not over yet! Don't give up on me yet!

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