*Jessie P.O.V*
The day and the weeks passed quickly, and everyone was looking forward to the Summer Holiday's. Liz was sitting in the Common Room writing a letter to her parents while her owl, Shelly, was perched on the back of the chair behind her. Crookshanks, Hermione's cat, who was curled up on a table nearby, was staring at Shelly hungrily. I was keeping an eye on Crookshanks in case she was going to attack. Shelly was incredibly calm and she didn't mind the loud buzz of the Common Room. In fact, she was used to it. I patted Shelly's head and she pushed into my hand. I carried on patting her until Liz had finished writing her letter. After Shelly had had the letter attached to her foot, we watched her flying away until she was just a speck in the distance. I announced that I was going to bed. "Alright, 'night!" Liz called to me.

I couldn't get to sleep that night.
I knew something was going to happen. I didn't know what it was, but it was going to be bad. It was just like the time Fred and George dared me to climb all the way up to the highest branch of the tallest tree in our garden, when I was only six years old. I just knew something was going to happen, but I did it anyway. I fell off near the top and broke my arm. I shuddered at the memory and fingered the faint scar on my arm. I had told Fred and George that I knew something bad was going to happen when I climbed that tree and they had teased me about being a 'psychic' for ages. I slipped quietly out of my bed and into the Common Room. I opened the portrait hole silently so as not to wake the Fat Lady and stepped out into the corridor. I didn't know where I was going, but yet I knew I had to go somewhere. I suddenly saw a silhouette of a person and retreated into the shadows for cover.

"Jess?" A familiar voice asked from the darkness.
"Draco? What are you doing out of bed?"
"I could ask you the same." He said with a smile as he wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug. Suddenly there was the sound of something breaking and a cruel, evil laugh. I look at Draco quizzically.
"What was th-?"
"Never mind." He replied in a strained voice through gritted teeth, he was suddenly tense. I listened closer and heard a noise that sounded oddly like... A spell? But it couldn't be, could it? Draco took my face in his hands and forced me to look him in the eye. "You need to go back to you Common Room." His voice was still strained, although there was an element of shaking in there as well.
"Why? What's happening? Tell me!" I demanded. I was getting scared. Strange, unexplainable noises, Draco acting oddly... Something was going on here. And I was going to find out what it was.

I silently followed Draco from a few feet behind. It was extremely important that I didn't get seen and that he didn't notice me. I stuck to the shadows and made sure each of my footsteps was as quiet as a whisper. I followed him down a few long corridors and up two flights of marble staircases. Stairs were the hardest to follow behind silently without being seen, especially when he turned a corner. Then, along another corridor and up some rickety spiral steps. The odd step on the rickety stairs creaked and groaned slightly as you stepped on them, so I tried walk in perfect synchronisation with him, so that if any steps did creak, he would think it was him. When I was halfway up, I stopped so as to be out of sight to Draco who was above. And, to my astonishment, Dumbledore was standing on the floor above me. Suddenly a green light illuminated the room, and I realised that I was on the staircase of the Astronomy Tower.

"Good evening, Draco" Dumbledore said politely.
Draco stepped forward quickly and glanced around. His eyes fell upon two brooms in the corner of the room. "Who else is here?"
"A question I might ask you. Or are you acting alone?" Draco glared at Dumbledore in the green tinted light of the Drark Mark.
"No. I've got back-up. There are Death Eaters here in your school tonight."
"Well, well. Very good indeed. You found a way to let them in, did you?" Dumbledore was speaking with not a hint of stress or panic. He was perfectly calm and smooth. And I couldn't understand it.
"Yeah. Right under your nose and you never realised!" Draco panted.
"Ingenious. Yet... Forgive me... Where are they now? You seem unsupported."
"They met some of your guard. They're having a fight down below. They won't be long... I came on ahead. I - I've got a job to do." A job? Was this going to be the moment? When Dumbledore was murdered? By Draco!?
"Well, then, you must get on and do it, my dear boy." Dumbedore spoke softly.
It was silent, except for the distant sounds of the Death Eaters fighting. Draco did nothing but stare at the headmaster, and then, incredibly, Dumbledore smiled. "Draco, Draco, you are not a killer."
"How do you know?" Draco answered at once. He flushed at how childish his word had sounded, and then spoke again. "You don't know what I'm capable of, you don't know what I've done!" He said more forcefully.
"Oh, yes, I do. You almost killed Katie Bell and Ronald Weasley. You have been trying, with increasing desperation, to kill me all year. Forgive me Draco, but they have been feeble attempts... So feeble, to be honest, that I wonder if your heart has been really in it..." Dumbledore said mildly.
"It has been in it! I've been working on it all year, and tonight-" Draco snapped definitely. I suddenly heard a muffled yell coming from down below and Draco stiffened.
"Somebody is putting up a good fight." Dumbledore said as if he was having a friendly conversation. "But you were saying... Yes, you have managed to introduce Death Eaters into my school which, I admit, I though imposable...How did you do it?" Draco didn't answer. "Perhaps you ought get on with the job alone. What if your back-up has been thwarted by my guard? As you perhaps realised, there are members of the Order of the Phoenix here tonight, too. And after all, you don't really need help... I have no wand at the moment... I cannot defend myself."
I couldn't listen to any more. Was it really going to happen now. My boyfriend, the murderer? I wanted to run up the steps and stop everything, but somehow my legs couldn't move. I wanted to reach for my wand and stun Draco but my arms had not of been able to move an inch. I wanted to scream out my protest but my voice refused to cooperate. I wanted to be able to do something to stop it, anything, but my whole body was a statue. A single tear ran down my cheek.

I was forced back into reality again after a few minutes.
"Severus..." Dumbledore was almost pleading. Why was Snape here? Did he have anything to do with it? "Severus... Please..." Snape raise his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.
"Avada Kedavra!" Snape cried. I didn't see Dumbledore fall backwards as if in slow motion. I didn't see him fall out of the window and out of sight. I didn't see anything because suddenly the picture in front of me was blurry and my eyes wet.

Minuets passed, or maybe hours, I wasn't sure. I didn't care. Time stood still while I stood there like a statue. Eventually Draco and a handful of Death Eaters, including Bellatrix Lestrange, who was laughing wildly, walked down the staircase. Thankfully, none of the Death Eaters saw me, although Draco hung back a few steps behind the others.
"Why did you follow me?"
"Why wouldn't I?" He sighed and pulled me into a kiss.
"I'm sorry." He whispered once he'd pulled away.
"Why?" I asked. "You didn't do anything."
"You shouldn't have seen that." I pressed my face into his chest, trying to shake off the images from moments ago. I kissed the top of my head and warped his arm around my waist. We were still for a few seconds, until Draco grabbed my arm and pulled me forward a few steps. "Come on, we have to catch up with the others!" He paused. "But you stay in the shadows, don't be seen. Not yet, anyway." I opened my mouth to ask why, but he silenced me with a look. "Hurry, we don't have much time!"
I ran after him and struggled to keep up with him. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"To my house." He said "I'll persuade my parents to let you stay."