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Chapter 50 Rage and Frustration
She stood stiff with eyes doubled from their regular size. There was a harsh cry of pain that erupted somewhere from her system. She did not know where it came from, or when she let out such strangled frustration; she felt numb, the tears falling from her eyes feel like raindrops touching the silver pavement. It was as if it was the death of her mother again.
She tried.
The magic that had erupted from her wand was no use, each spark of clumsy rabbits fade down sooner than expected. It was all too real, as if she had suffered the same effect as Draco had.
Had..
She tried.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
She saw him struggle, the pain was clear as he fought the dementors from sucking him whole. She saw his tears, running from his light eyes as he fought back. She had heard from the chatters behind her back that he might not make it; death eaters do not have any proof of happiness within them. Their lives are filled with never ending darkness; but Draco does not live that way.
So he fought back
He won against them.
But it was not enough.
She tried.
She fought back.
Too hard.
Too much.
But... nothing. It was not enough.
..Why
Her vision lowered, it felt like she had fallen down-she had. Her eyebrows furrowed together with eyes focused to his unmoving form. There were heartbreaking sobs that matches hers, voicing in synch with her own ones.
Narcissa was a block away from her, burying her face at the crook of her husband's neck. The all so modest, so prepared mother was now retched with sweat and tears. Her hair sticking out from their perfect bun, and her ever so mysterious eyes were twinkling with tears of desperation and agony.
"I did not saw that coming. Such a talented, yet stupid, stupid young 'boy'. I pity the Malfoys for having such a pathetic man for a son" The dark lord spatted his words with so much disgust, the venom inside his voice was clear as the frightened looks he was being given. Through those looks he gained power, but also, through those hated glares, the spikes of fury build themselves up to the depth of every wizards' and witches' hearts. "Lucius, remove this boy's body away"
Lucius Malfoy, for once, in public, looked as if he had just lost his soul and was a dead man walking. Nobody bothered to move, or even speak, there were just quick intakes of oxygen, and strangled sobs that came from those who bothered knowing the fallen man.
"He has a name, he is Draco, and he is my son. You have killed my son..To command me with such task only strengthens the rage that I have, the frigid desire of wanting you to rot in hell." Lucius spatted, his eyes were light like Draco's, and the pair of blue hues were cold. Cold and blazing with anger that can create violence. There is something provoking with Lucius Malfoy, and to have him like that sent shivers and uneasiness to the crowd that had hated his son.
The dark lord's snake liked eyes lingered to Lucius, his own mind controlling his dark magic. Soon Lucius was sprawled on the ground, twitching as the powerful 'cruciatus' traveled inside his body. His wife screamed, had almost grabbed her wand to kill the heartless dark lord but was stopped by her lunatic sister. Bellatrix wrapped her hands to trap her sister's outraged hands, whispering different charms to calm her sister down.
"No, this can't be true. Harry Potter will wake up and save us all, the Chosen One will end you" Luna felt Ginny's arms wrap around her, the girl, with her braveness shouted with all her might, her eyes brimming with tears but with voice harsh and spiteful.
"You're wrong stupid girl. But I shouldn't be surprised. A Weasley I presume? Ah, the brave but stupid ones, trading their bloodline just for love? What is love anyway? Love is weak. Love is delusion. Power is permanent. Power is reality. Your loyalty is blinding little one, your courage has gotten you to the losing point. What happen to your dear brother? To your Chosen One that you speak of? Such a pity."
"Evil will never win Mr. Riddle. Temporarily, yes. But not always. Not forever" Luna's voice was hoarse, her eyes dead to the man who killed the man she loved. There was no fear in her anymore, just the pain of losing something she never thought would be taken from her so harshly. She hates how she would always say goodbye with seeing the trauma and eyes wide open in reality.
The man-yes, to Luna, he is just a coldhearted man. Possibly, a cold hearted man with a nickname as the devil's spawn. "Ah, we meet again. Do not worry, you will meet the young Malfoy soon, tell him I sent my greetings right after my words will be inked red with your traitorous blood"
Voldemort inched his face unto Luna, giving her his most deadly smile. Ginny scoffed back at him, pulling Luna further away from the dark lord's gaze.
1"Harry Potter is dead! And now is the time to declare yourselves. Come forward and join us or die. We will feast upon the flesh of the traitors! Gather them and watch them weep with their corpses underneath our feet!"
His voice echoed all around the grounds, as his declaration was heard, there was a nervous aura that came from the crowd. The uneasiness and fear can be tasted thick from the air. The tension grew in each millisecond that passed by.
Suddenly, Neville Longbottom limped across from he's standing. There were eyes that secretly followed his path with one word echoing adjoint unto each other. 'What?'
Luna watched without a hint of disappointment in her, she simply watched right through her eyelashes. Praying for bravery to sprout from her always so nervous friend. Neville introduced himself, shrugging off the mockery that the death eaters had unleashed shamelessly unto him. But with impressed eyes, Voldemort promised him a position to his army.
Neville looked furious underneath all that nervous layers. He started off with a polite excuse, informing that he wanted to say something.
1"It doesn't matter if Harry is gone-" Seamus sensed his friend's braveness, he ushered him nervously to back down, but he did not. "-people die everyday! Friends, family. Yeah, we lost Harry tonight. But he's still with us. In here-" he pointed his heart, his eyes glistering with brave tears "so is Fred and Remus, Tonks. Even Draco. All of them. They didn't die in vain. But you will! Because you're wrong! Harry's heart did beat for us. For all of us!"
Before Voldemort could comprehend, Neville pulled out the Sword Of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat that was being carried by him. He shouted his fury and the chaos had grown. Behind Voldemort, Harry rolled out from the teacher's arms and sprung standing with a focused face.
With a heartbeat, Neville slashed the sword right straight to the snake's neck, beheading the horcrux at two pieces. The dark lord unleashed a mighty roar, his gaze never leaving the 'boy who lived'. He clenched his hand unto his heart, a sharp of pain circling around the anatomy.
Everything went alive with the relief oozing out to the air. Harry's upbringing caused havoc to the place. Dumbledore's army recruited and prepared for attacking. The other side shivered in fear;some of them vanished/apparated out of the chaos and from their death. The battle forwarded, both sides ran to continue the duel to take place inside the castle; Harry Potter on the lead and the furious dark lord sending spasms of curses unto his back.
Harry went straight to the castle, his eyes transfixed to searching for Blaise Zabini. To be honest, he felt guilty for Draco Malfoy's death, blaming himself for not showing up earlier, and for disappointing Luna.
Luna. His poor, loyal friend Luna.
He cursed himself inwardly, trying to fight off of the frustration that built itself inside him.
There's still hope
A small chance
But it's there.
Glancing back again, he stopped running as the dark lord was no where to be seen. He must've outrun him when he is clearly weakened by the loss of his horcrux.
He removed his invisibility cloak from his pocket, slipped in as he prayed for his plan to succeed.
Towards the east-south he headed, making a huge clockwise run to head back towards the grounds. With a heavy heart, he ran right back to the place where Draco Malfoy's body resided.
Blaise Zabini kneeled defeated and grieving over the body of his best friend. His eyes were red as he fought back the tears from falling. The word coward repeats itself inside his mind, and his voice inside his head was hoarse with sad rage.
He should've came along with Pansy, Goyle and the Malfoys, but he's afraid that he will break down a sobbing mess more than Narcissa. Ha, what kind of friend are you Zabini?. So instead, he disappeared into the shadows, waited for them to leave so he could have his moment. He knows that they left Draco there just for him in the first place, understanding his need to face this alone. In another dimension, they could've left, choose to leave all of these and forget everything. But Draco chose to be a Gryffindor, be stupid with bravery, and die.. like a martyr.
"You told me never to be brave. Never become a stupid Gryffindor. But look at you nowm you're so stupid Malfoy" he smiled bitterly, his inner voice repeating his regrets.
He stared down to the pale face of his bestfriend. He knew he is pale. But now, Draco's complexion turned to white, as the color of a light gray. His lips went violet as his head was turned to his side, a blank expression drawn unto his permanent brooding face.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
"I'm sorry I'm such a coward" He broke down with his hot frustrated tears, clenching his eyes shut as the loss whiplashes him right on the face.
He wished he could've done something.
Anything.
He wanted to punch him to wake up in reality, to cuss every insulting bad word that he could yell to make Draco respond with his own colorful ones. He wanted him to see how hurt Luna was, and what will happen if he...If he would forever stay lifeless and just rot.
"Heroism doesn't suit you"
or
"You look ugly laying like that"
or
"Neville snake-slaying Longbottom could steal Luna right off of you, Malfoy"
I'm sorry
"Just wake the fuck up, damn it!"
Please
Blaise buried his face out of frustration unto his cupped hands. Realizing that nothing could ever wake the sleeping beauty up. With a heavy heart, he continued to heave with rage inside his cupped hands, frustrated and defeated.
"Zabini?" Then, he froze, a familiar voice called out his name with hesitance.
1A lot of the lines- on those parts where they confronted Voldemort, were taken from the script. I just added a few lines in them :).
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