Chapter 36

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world obviously belongs to JK Rowling and not me. Obviously.

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For a moment, a silence overtook the room. No one dared to move, seeing as their cover was officially blown. The moonlight crept into the room, giving it an eerie glow with the light from the fireplace. Bellatrix walked over to Draco and grinned excitedly. Draco backed away cowardly, but his aunt grabbed him by the sleeve of his sweater, which caused him to jerk back but remain where he stood. She looked into her nephew's eyes and patted him on his good cheek.

"Well done Draco. Just as we planned," Bellatrix spoke.

"No," Draco muttered.

"You planned this?" Leila shouted.

"No. You know I would never…" Draco began.

"Come now, Draco. I'm only giving credit where credit is due," Bellatrix hissed.

"I didn't do anything," Draco said.

"You fulfilled your role faithfully. There's no reason to be so modest," Bellatrix responded.

"We trusted you!" Leila shouted. "But I suppose that was all part of your plan!"

"Don't listen to her!" Draco roared.

"We deserve to know the truth!" Leila hissed.

Bellatrix cast a Cruico at Leila, which caused her to scream in pain and fall to the floor. Hermione tried to go to Leila's aide, but Greyback held tightly onto her and Ron. Draco then moved for Leila, but Bellatrix caught hold of his sweater again and forced him to stand tall. The older witch walked her fingers across Draco's shoulder, which caused him to shudder.

"Now where were we," Bellatrix furthered.

"We weren't anywhere," Draco hissed. "I've had nothing do with you for months now."

"But you've completed part one of your mission so well, just like we knew you would. Give us the names of your companions and the Dark Lord may overlook the bounty over your head. That is, if you have brought us Potter and his sister as ordered," Bellatrix said.

The room was silent. Every eye in the room was on Draco, but he stood tall and didn't utter a single word to his aunt.

"Draco, my son, please. You could be spared," Narcissa begged him.

Draco looked to his mother, who had tears in her eyes, but he simply shook his head.

"It's them. Perhaps, he's just trying to keep up the act of their trust," Lucius grumbled.

"If you're so sure, then the Dark Lord must be informed at once!" Bellatrix exclaimed.

Bellatrix sneered at Lucius before she rolled back her left sleeve to reveal her Dark Mark. Leila tried to stand back up, but Bellatrix thrust the heel of her boot into Leila's back as she moved her finger to her Dark Mark. Lucius pushed his sister-in-law, which caused Bellatrix's boot to grind even harder into Leila's back, leaving a disgruntled Bellatrix in a staring contest with Lucius.

"What the bloody hell," Bellatrix hissed. "If this is about your son…"

"He is no son to me!" Lucius said. "I was just about to call him!"

Lucius had his hand clasped around Bellatrix's wrist to prevent her from touching her Dark Mark. The woman struggled for a moment in a vain attempt to press her finger to her Dark Mark.

"I shall summon him, Bella. They have been brought to my house after all. Therefore I have the authority…" Lucius began.

"Authority?" Bellatrix scoffed. "You lost any authority when you lost your wand, Lucius. Now get your filthy paws off me."

"This has nothing to do with you! You're not the one who captured them…" Lucius continued.

"Now Mr. Malfoy, it'll be us that'll be claiming the gold," Scabior continued.

"Gold?" Bellatrix laughed. "Take your gold, you piece of filth. What would I want with the gold? I only seek the honor of…"

Suddenly, Mr. Nott aimed a spell at Harry. Harry to fell onto the table and smashed his head on a piece of china. Now, not only was Harry's face swollen, it was bleeding furiously.

"No, we mustn't harm him!" Bellatrix hissed. "He's the Dark Lord's."

"Then he'll be told what happened while in your care," Mr. Nott said.

Mr. Nott then fiercely pushed his own sleeve up to reveal his Dark Mark. As his finger got closer to his Dark Mark, Bellatrix's eyes widened.

"STOP! Do not touch it, or we shall all perish if the Dark Lord comes now!" Bellatrix shouted.

"I'm not the one in the Dark Lord's disgrace," Mr. Nott retorted.

Mr. Nott sneered at Bellatrix before continuing to press his finger toward his arm. Suddenly, Bellatrix whipped out her wand and cast a Cruico on Mr. Nott. The older Nott fell to his knees, but not a single sound escaped his lips. Theo instantly flew to his father's side, but Bellatrix snarled for him to get away or he'd go down just like his father. After several heavy breaths, Mr. Nott again moved for his Dark Mark, but this time Bellatrix cast a stunner, knocking Mr. Nott unconscious.

"The names, Draco," Bellatrix seethed. "We cannot afford to be wrong."

"I've already done too much," Draco muttered.

"You prefer to play games then? No matter, we'll just have our guest take a look at their wands…" Bellatrix began.

Bellatrix walked over to the Snatchers to retrieve the wands belonging to Hermione, Ron, Leila, Draco, and the wand Harry had been using; but in the corner of her eye she saw a ruby glint. She stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide, and turned to one of the unnamed Snatchers. The older witch straightened herself and sneered at the Snatcher.

"What is that?" Bellatrix hissed.

"Sword," the unnamed Snatcher grunted.

"Give it to me," Bellatrix commanded.

"It's not yorn, missus. I found it, so I reckon it's mine. Finders, keepers," the Snatcher furthered.

With a blood-thirsty look in her eyes, Bellatrix aimed her wand at the unnamed Snatcher and cast a Stunner at him before lunging for the sword. She then turned to Greyback with a whip shooting from her wand. It wrapped tightly around his neck and he tried to fight her off, but Bellatrix only pulled harder, causing the half-breed to choke even further.

"Are you mad?' Scabior questioned. "What d'you think you're playing at, woman?"

Bellatrix then quickly snapped her wand and attention to Scabior as Greyback fell to the ground gasping for his breath. The whip wrapped tightly around Scabior's neck. He tried to pull the whip from his neck, but Bellatrix pulled so hard that the man was thrown to the floor. For a few moments she dragged him across the floor.

"I'm going to ask once more, where did you find this sword?" Bellatrix hissed.

"Release me, woman," Scabior demanded.

The mad woman then alternated between placing the tip of the sword between the foreheads of Greyback and Scabior.

"Think I'm being funny, do you?" Bellatrix sneered. "I asked you a question and I demand that it be answered. I had Snape send that sword to my vault in Gringotts, so answer the question before I decide to have my fun with you."

"It was in their tent," Greyback rasped. "Now release me!"

"Yeah, what he said," Scabior retorted.

Bellatrix backed away slowly from the two men, breathing heavily. The two Snatchers scrambled to their feet while the third remained unconscious. They flung themselves into the chairs Theo and his father once occupied, Scabior tripping over the unconscious Mr. Nott. Theo backed into the mantle of the fireplace, unsure of what to do. Bellatrix grabbed both of the Snatchers by the hair on their necks and pulled them from the chairs.

"Go! Leave!" Bellatrix shouted.

Scabior and Greyback instantly ran from the room and for the stairs, leaving their unconscious friend lying on the floor. But Scabior's head appeared once more.

"About the money…" Scabior began.

With a flick of Bellatrix's wand golden coins flew through the air like shards of broken glass, aimed right for Scabior. Scabior ducked as the coins pelted into the woodwork. The money had been moving with such force, that the pieces sank into the woodwork instead of ricocheting off the wall. The Snatcher tried to dig the money out of the wall, when several plates from the table flew at him. He ducked and covered his head as the china smashed against the wall and shattered around him.

"Just owl me the rest of the payment then," Scabior said.

With that, the man disappeared down the stairs as Bellatrix began to pace the room. She turned and looked at Harry once more before returning to her pacing. Bellatrix then called for Pettigrew. Shivers went down Leila's spine just thinking of the man who betrayed her parents to Voldemort. The rat quickly appeared at Bellatrix's beckoning.

"Yes ma'am," Wormtail bowed.

"Take them to the cellar. All but this one," Bellatrix said, pointing at Leila. "I need a chat with this one, girl to girl."

"No!" Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Draco all shouted in unison.

"They're right; it wouldn't be fair to take only one. Leave him too," Bellatrix cackled, pointing to Draco. "And if she doesn't make it, you're next, Mudblood."

Hermione gasped, but with a stiff nod Wormtail yanked Harry off the floor by the collar of his jacket. A puddle of blood was splattered the floor from the wound inflicted by Mr. Nott. Wormtail then reached for Ron and Hermione before they disappeared down the stairs. Leila tried to crawl away under the long table, but Bellatrix caught Leila's foot and pulled her out from under the table. Bellatrix twisted Leila's leg so hard that she screamed out in pain. The woman had Leila pinned.

"I never liked you much," Bellatrix sneered.

"Let go of me," Leila cried.

"And what are you going to do about it?" Bellatrix taunted.

"Draco," Leila whimpered.

"For once, I agree with you," Bellatrix began. "Draco, come take care of her."

"What?" Draco stuttered.

Bellatrix released Leila's leg and then with a flick of her wand, Leila flew to Draco's feet.

"You're going to have to earn your way back," Bellatrix explained.

"I'm not going to hurt her," Draco argued.

"Suit yourself," Bellatrix shrugged.

The woman, proving herself to be a worthy former resident of Azkaban, cast a Crucio at her nephew and stepped onto Leila's pant leg, pinning her once more to the floor. Draco shouted in pain and crumpled to the floor, the sight of which made Bellatrix to laugh maniacally. Narcissa tried to stop her sister, but she was thwarted and pushed back onto the hardwood floor. Draco's mother pleaded for her son, while Lucius only turned his head away from the scene, and Theo clenched his eyes shut.

"If you want your son alive, Cissy, leave me," Bellatrix hissed.

"Bella, please," Narcissa gently cried.

But Bellatrix ignored her sister's pleas and grabbed Draco pulling him back to his to his feet.

"You never should have left, Draco," Bellatrix said. "You should have known we'd find you eventually."

"I don't regret what I did," Draco hissed as he struggled to catch a good breath.

"No?" Bellatrix furthered. "But you will."

Bellatrix shoved Draco on the floor precisely on top of Leila before striding across the room to where Theo stood cowering by the fireplace. The whole time, Theo had been holding onto the wands that the Snatchers had taken from the group. Bellatrix tore the wands from Theo's hand, and carefully picked out the wand she knew to be Leila's, dropping the rest carelessly to the floor. Looking for an excuse not to watch the scene playing out in front of him, Theo quickly bent over and scrambled to pick up the other wands. With Leila's wand in her hand, Bellatrix walked over to Draco and picked him up once more before she dropped Leila's wand at his feet.

"Pick it up," Bellatrix commanded.

"Or what?" Draco retorted.

The woman cocked an eyebrow at her nephew before sending a Blasting Curse at one of the chairs at the long table. The shards of the chair flew about the room, a piece knocking Draco hard on the back of his head.

"Do as I say, Draco," Bellatrix sneered.

After removing his hand from the back of his head where the shard of chair had hit him, Draco bent down and picked up Leila's wand as Bellatrix finished tying Leila up to the legs of another chair.

"Happy?" Draco hissed.

"Ecstatic," Bellatrix responded. "Now, I think you know what you have to do, Draco."

"I won't hurt her," Draco responded.

"You already have. You brought her here, twice in fact! Do you really think she's going to forgive you?" Bellatrix taunted. "You've always been the weak-link, just like your father."

"I'm not weak!" Draco shouted. "And I'm not like him!"

"Then prove it!" Bellatrix shouted.

Bellatrix walked behind Draco and placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his wand arm. She raised his wand arm so that his wand was directly pointed at Leila. His arm shook as his aunt whispered into his ear.

"One tiny spell, Draco, and this can all be over."

"Why don't I believe you," Draco muttered.

"She's your weakness. She always has been. You need to be rid of her before she gets rid of you," Bellatrix furthered.

"She wouldn't do that," Draco argued.

"No? After everything you've done you still think she'd choose you?" Bellatrix cackled.

"I won't do it," Draco hissed.

"Have it your way," Bellatrix grinned.

With another flick of her wand, Draco was screaming and writhing at his aunt's feet. Her face lit up the more her nephew screamed. Just for fun, Bellatrix shot the same spell at Leila, causing her to scream in pain.

"When will you learn Draco?" Bellatrix hissed.

"When will you?" Draco shot back.

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that. I'm going to show you mercy and give you one more chance. Now up, up on your feet," Bellatrix commanded.

Draco reluctantly stood to his feet with Leila's wand in his hand. Bellatrix then got down on her haunches and poked and prodded Leila with her wand. She grabbed Leila by the ponytail and pressed her wand to the young girl's throat. Leila tried to move her neck away from Bellatrix's wand, but the more she moved, the harder the woman jabbed the wand into her throat. The scene vaguely reminded her of being on the Astronomy Tower the night Dumbledore died, only this time she was entirely at the hands of her captors.

"Do it or I will," Bellatrix taunted. "And if you don't, then you're next."

Draco's eyes widened at his aunt's threat.

"Draco, just do it," Leila cried.

"I won't hurt you again," Draco explained.

"I'm not worth it," Leila responded.

"She's right you know, Draco," Bellatrix cackled.

"Stop! Stop it!" Draco shouted.

"I always knew you were a coward. All those years hearing your father brag about you…but he was wrong. You are nothing…" Bellatrix began.

A look of rage overtook Draco and he moved the aim of Leila's wand from Leila to his aunt. He quickly cast a Crucio at her, causing her to shriek a little, but when the curse was over she chuckled darkly.

"That was pathetic," Bellatrix sneered. "But I see how you want it to be then."

From inside her cloak, Bellatrix whipped out a knife and sliced at Leila's arm, ripping through her layers of clothing and drawing blood. Draco lunged for Leila, but as he did so, his aunt tackled him to the floor. She pressed her knife up against his throat, but he didn't struggle beneath her knowing that if he did, he would be the cause of his own death. The Sword of Gryffindor lay several feet from Leila and she tried to scoot close to grab it to release herself, but Bellatrix caught sight of her and kicked the sword away from her.

"Before I take care of you, I have some questions that need to be answered," Bellatrix hissed to Draco.

Draco didn't respond,

"You broke into my vault at Gringotts," Bellatrix snarled.

Draco didn't say a word.

"Answer me!" Bellatrix hissed.

"That wasn't a question," Draco sneered.

"You think you're going to be smart with me?" Bellatrix asked.

Bellatrix rolled up the sleeve on Draco's left arm, revealing his Dark Mark. Right below the mark, she plunged her knife into his arm. Draco screamed out in pain as his sadistic aunt etched the word "BLOOD TRAITOR" into his arm. Leila closed her eyes and turned away while Theodore Nott began to vomit near the fireplace, practically on top of his still-unconscious father. Narcissa flung herself at her husband for comfort, but he did nothing but watch what Bellatrix was doing to his only son. When Bellatrix was done, Draco lay limp on the floor crying as she stood next to him.

"When did you sneak into my vault, boy?" Bellatrix questioned.

"We didn't," Draco mumbled.

"Then how did you get the sword?" Bellatrix furthered.

"I don't know," Draco whimpered.

Leila looked away from what Bellatrix did next to Draco. She only heard the boy she loved cry out in pain.

"He's telling the truth!" Leila shouted, her eyes closed.

"Took you long enough to come to his defense. Are you sure she loves you, Draco?" Bellatrix sneered.

"Besides, it's not even the real sword," Leila continued.

"Likely story," Bellatrix scoffed.

"You can easily find out if I'm lying or not. The goblin you're holding would know if it's a fake or not," Leila added.

"How do you know about him?" Bellatrix questioned.

"I hear things," Leila shrugged.

"She's right, Bella," Narcissa said quietly.

Bellatrix stepped on Draco's wrist with her boot, crushing it with her weight before calling for Wormtail.

"The goblin! Bring me the goblin!" Bellatrix screamed at Pettigrew.

Wormtail high-tailed it for the cellar as Bellatrix walked over to Leila, dangling her knife in front of the girl.

"Now what to do with you," Bellatrix whispered.

"Don't touch her. It's me you want," Draco hissed.

"But I've already had my fun with you. Besides, it would only cause you more grief to watch her die," Bellatrix cackled.

Bellatrix was about to stab her knife at Leila, when Pettigrew walked up with the goblin.

"I suppose you can wait," Bellatrix shrugged. "Now, don't go anywhere."

The older woman then began to interrogate the goblin. He told her that the sword was indeed a fake, which surprised Leila because she knew the Sword to be real. It had destroyed the locket because it was impregnated with basilisk venom. But for some reason, the goblin lied. However, she knew that if they survived there was more than likely to be a price to pay for the goblin's deceit. Bellatrix turned around and kicked at Draco before she walked over to Leila and pointed her wand at the young girl.

"Time to finish you off," Bellatrix grinned. "While he watches."

"Like hell!" Harry shouted. "Expelliarmus!"

A startled Bellatrix's wand flew from her hand as Harry, Hermione, and Ron charged. Where Harry had gotten the wand, Leila hadn't a clue, but Bellatrix's wand flew into Ron's hand. Lucius stood up and charged for them, but Harry cast a Stunner at the older man, causing him to collapse right on top of Mr. Nott. Jets of light flew from Narcissa's wand as well as from Theodore Nott's. As Harry and Ron engaged Narcissa and Theo in a duel, Hermione quickly ran to help Leila, not realizing that Bellatrix was still armed with her small silver dagger. Leila tried to warn her friend, but Bellatrix pulled Hermione back by her long hair and to her feet.

"STOP OR SHE DIES!" Bellatrix shouted.

Bellatrix had Hermione in her arms with her knife pointed at the girl's throat.

"Drop your wands," the older woman whispered. "Drop them or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is!"

As the boys stood there rigidly, unsure of what to do, Leila scooted a sharp shard of the shattered chair toward her with her feet. If she could only loosen the ropes, she might be able to break free and be of some help. Bellatrix once again commanded the boys to drop their wands and this time they did, holding their hands up in defense. The older witch urged Theo to pick up the wands, which he quickly did, but no one's eyes were fastened on Theo; rather, all eyes were on Harry, his appearance becoming more visible as the Stinging Jinx wore off. His face was still bloodied up, but the fact remained that he was, in fact, Harry Potter for certain. Bellatrix walked forward toward Harry with her knife still held at Hermione's throat.

"Well, well, look what we have here," Bellatrix whispered as the knife pushed a little harder into Hermione. "It's Harry Potter. He's all bright and shiny and new again."

Bellatrix blew her hair from her face, not even realizing that several strands fell onto Hermione's jacket.

"Just in time for the Dark Lord, call him," Bellatrix grinned. "Call him."

Theodore Nott clung tightly to all the wands now, as if that was the only job he could do. Lucius shook his head and stepped forward and pushed his own sleeve up to reveal his own Dark Mark. Just as Lucius was about to press his fingers to forearm there was a grinding sound coming from above. Before Leila looked up to see what the noise was, she finally managed to free her hands from the rope. Just as she looked up, she noticed Dobby swinging from the chandelier, unscrewing it from the ceiling. Then in a moment, it began to fall. Bellatrix and Hermione were right under it. Bellatrix pushed Hermione away from her as she screamed to get out of the way. Hermione ran right into Ron's arms, while Leila stood up from her chair. Pieces of shattered glass from the chandelier covered Draco, and Leila crawled over to him to make sure he was all right. Harry pushed her away toward Ron and Hermione.

"I got him," Harry hissed.

Harry pulled Draco to his feet. Lucius was about to press his fingers to his Dark Mark when another Stunner hit him. Leila couldn't be sure, but it looked as if one of Narcissa's spells had ricocheted and hit Lucius. But in that moment, Draco wobbled over to Theodore Nott and yanked the pile of wands from his hands. He stumbled backwards as Harry wrapped his arm around the Slytherin boy to support him. As they hobbled over to the rest of the group, Draco tossed Hermione, Ron, and Leila their wands, who in turn cast a couple stunners until Draco and Harry were standing with their small group, which included the goblin Griphook, who clung tightly to the Sword of Gryffindor, and Dobby. But through the entire scene Bellatrix marched forward.

"Stupid elf! You could've killed me!" Bellatrix shrieked.

"Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to maim or severely injure," Dobby said.

Narcissa tried to cast a spell at Dobby, but with a snap of his fingers he easily disarmed her, catching it with ease.

"How dare you take a witch's wand!" Bellatrix shouted. "How dare you defy your masters!"

Draco, about ready to collapse, leaned heavily against Harry with one arm with his other arm wrapped around Leila.

"Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf," Dobby stated with a certain boldness. "And Dobby has come to save Harry and Leila Potter…and their friends."

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Leila, Draco, and Griphook all took hold of Dobby. They were going to get out. There were going to get out of this nightmare alive. Only one person noticed Bellatrix's knife hurdling toward them as they began to Disapparate: Draco.

"Weasley, look out!" Draco shouted.

With his free hand, Draco pushed Ron down by his shoulders as the knife grazed his own chest and they finally Disapparated, knife included. They all landed with a hard thud onto solid earth. The first thing that caught Leila was the smell of salty air. Where were they? She slowly opened her eyes and noticed that she was lying in sand on a beach. They really had made it. They were safe and free from Malfoy Manor. She looked to her arm, which was beginning to stop trickling blood but then looked on the beach for Draco. A few yards away he lay with his head practically buried in the sand. Leila crawled over to him. Draco shivered in the sand with his teeth chattering.

"Draco," Leila cried.

She rolled him over onto his back. He had a cut going across his chest which was now bleeding heavily. How had he gotten that? Draco's face was still bloodied up from when she had broken his nose and his father had scratched him. For the first time, she examined his arm which now had words etched into it beside his Dark Mark. Leila tried to call for help, but her voice was too hoarse to scream. But she didn't have to, because Harry walked over to her. Ron, with his arm wrapped around Hermione's waist, also walked over to them.

"We're safe, we're all safe," Harry said.

Hermione bent down to examine Draco's wounds with Leila, but they were interrupted by Harry wrapping his arms around them. He kissed the tops of both of their heads.

"What about me, Potter?" Draco coughed as he struggled for a breath.

"No way in hell," Harry slightly chuckled.

But from behind them a voice meekly spoke.

"Potter twins," Dobby said.

They all turned their heads to see Dobby standing with Bellatrix's knife in his stomach. Leila's hand rose to her mouth as Harry immediately stood up and ran to the elf. Dobby collapsed into Harry's arms as tears began to spill from Leila's eyes. Through her own tears, she noticed several tears slipping down Draco's face.

"Dobby," Draco whispered.

Harry clung to Dobby through his blinding tears, trying to keep the House elf close to his body, whispering words of comfort. He shouted for Leila and Hermione to bring him something to fix Dobby's wounds. Leila reached down her sweater for the beaded bag she had shoved down her shirt when the Snatchers weren't looking, but she knew that there was nothing to help Dobby. She knew Draco wasn't doing so well, but that Dobby was going to die. She pulled the bag off her shoulders and plunged her hand into it. Her bottle of Essence of Dittany had hardly any liquid in it, only enough to relieve some of one's pain, but not to fully heal. Leila's eyes quickly glanced from Draco to Dobby; only enough for one. Draco coughed up some blood, which spluttered onto Ron's sweater, before fainting into unconsciousness as Harry cradled Dobby. Leila's hand shook with the bottle in her hand, and Hermione seemed to take notice.

"Leila, there's nothing we can do for Dobby," Hermione cried.

"I know," Leila sniffled.

"We can at least give Draco a little pain relief," Hermione responded.

"Are you sure?" Leila asked.

"He did save us after all," Ron muttered.

As Leila wiped the tears away from her face, Ron and Hermione ripped at the hole in the sweater where the knife had cut so that Leila could drop some Dittany onto the wound on Draco's chest. Leila looked over to Dobby once more, whom Harry was cradling in his arms before she began to dropper what was left of the Dittany onto Draco. Leila then placed a gentle kiss on Draco's forehead and Hermione reached across him to grab her hand. Hermione squeezed Leila's hand tightly as they could faintly hear Dobby speaking.

"Such a beautiful place…to be with friends. Dobby is happy to be with his friends."

A sob escaped Leila's lips as she watched Harry cling tightly to Dobby. Dobby had risked his life to save them; to save them all, including Draco. Leila looked at Draco once more. He hardly looked recognizable with his hair still darkened and lengthened, his nose broken, his face scratched, his arm branded, wrist crushed, and the knife wound across his chest. Leila's hand covered her mouth as she took in the full sight of Draco, but her sobs were interrupted by Harry's tormented cries of agony. Just like that she knew. She knew that Dobby was gone.

"No, no…" Leila sobbed.

It was too much for Leila: she wasn't even confused by Luna Lovegood and Dean Thomas's sudden presence. Instead, she ran back on the beach to where Draco lay. She gently threw herself at him and buried her face in the crook of his neck and cried. She cried for all the pain and destruction caused by the hands of Lord Voldemort: Dobby's death, her parents' deaths, Sirius' death, Draco's injuries, her own injuries, the injuries caused to countless others. Sometimes the world just wasn't fair.