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Chapter Eleven: Torture
"C-crucio!!" sobbed Asteria, but her wand didn't even spark.
"Please, is that all you got?" Bellatrix sneered.
"It's no use, Asteria," Hermione whispered, "We can't break through her shield."
"Well," Bellatrix said, sounding satisfied with herself, "One man out of the way, let's work on the next." She looked Harry right in the eye, "I have a little trick I want to show you, Potter. Something I invented in my 20 years of solitary." She paused and took a deep breath. As she did so, Harry felt as if his entire body was being stabbed with pins, then she yelled, "LEGITIMENS!" And it was like he had no control over his thoughts.
It's all your fault…
You were selfish enough to put your own kids in danger.
He saw Lily, tied up in the chair, terrified. He saw James and Albus, on the ground in pain, then their unconscious bodies.
Harry put his head in his hands and fell to the ground.
Innocent kids…All because of you…
Scorpius suffering the Cruciatus Curse. Rose being cut by the arrow, if it was only a few inches to the right, she could have died.
Ever since you were born, all you brought to this world was pain…
He saw his parents, then a flash of green light. They were only trying to save him.
Cedric, he didn't even see it coming…Tonks and Lupin, leaving Teddy with no parents…Charlie and Fred, the Weasleys never deserved this kind of loss…Dobby and Hedwig, their deaths could've been avoided. If only Harry hadn't been with them…Sirius…Dumbledore…Collin… All these faces were swirling around his head. All of them, dead.
"No…"
All these deaths, over a war caused by you.
Voldemort, torturing innocent people, depriving children of their parents, a couple of their baby. If Harry had just surrendered, maybe the war could've been avoided.
"My fault…"
Think of the world you brought your kids into. You are a horrible father.
"I am a horrible father…"
You are no hero. You brought pain and suffering to the world.
"I brought it on the world…"
Everyone died because of you, now it's your turn. You deserve to die.
"I deserve to—"
Just then, the pain was gone. No more voices inside his head. Harry looked up. The light was overwhelming at first. Once he could see properly, he saw Bellatrix on the ground. She was bleeding. Standing behind her, Scorpius held a bloody dagger. He had killed her.
Scorpius dropped the knife and ran to his mother. She caught him in her arms and they embraced, with a lot of tears. Harry noticed that his eyes were a duller red. He seemed to be going back to his normal self. The burns, though, he would probably have for the rest of his life.
After a few more moments, they broke apart and tore toward Draco. He was still on the ground, his breathing uneven.
"Dad?"
"Scorpius…" Draco whispered.
"Dad! I'm so sorry! I can't believe I was about to… I should've taken the dagger away from her, I should've done something—" There were tears in his eyes once again.
"Oh, Scorp, there was nothing you could do. She had control over you. I'm just so proud you didn't do it. I knew you wouldn't," he gave his son a sincere smile. Everyone else was around them now. Draco looked at Harry and said, "Harry, I truly am very sorry for putting you and your family in danger. I just couldn't let her kill Scorpius. I hope you can forgive me."
"I forgive you, Draco. I can understand how you must've been feeling. Any father would go to the ends of the Earth for his children," on that note, he squeezed Lily's shoulder, who smiled back at him. Harry continued, "And I'm sorry for what Bellatrix did to you and your family." He acknowledged Asteria and Scorpius, and then turned to Ron. Everyone else was looking at him too, expecting him to say something.
"Ron, I—" Draco started, but Ron stopped him.
"Draco, I forgive you too. And I'm sorry. I had all this anger built up, and now that I learned it wasn't you who..you know…I just want to say…" Ron paused and held out his hand, "Truce."
Draco took it and they shook, "Truce." He let go of Ron's hand and took Asteria's, "Well, the future of our son is all up to you now, Dear," he attempted to laugh, but it just came out as gasps, "I love you, Asteria…"
His eyes closed, breathing slowed, and Draco Malfoy was no more. The only sound left was Asteria's gasping sobs.
Well, there you have it. Draco's dramatic death. Tel me what you think: Did I make his death 'noble' enough?
How was my torture scene? I got very into it while writing...
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