A/N: Gosh. I don't know what's up with all this angst. 100 word challenge.
010Sacrifice
Bright.
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Draco could hear the ringing in his ears.
Why was there nothing left…? Nothing but blackness and chains and blood.
Voldemort laughs, crushing a hand under a powerful foot. Draco wants to scream, struggle… anything. But there is nothing left to do.
"Potter?" He asks softly, slits flaring in disdain at the name.
Potter.
Harry.
Draco winces.
"WHERE?" snarls the dark lord again, crimson eyes flickering in anger. A flick of the wand brings pain, more than Draco would imagine. How could three syllables bring so much anguish?
"Not… here."
His heart throbs and sinks lower, and suddenly… bright green.