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Summary: Part two? I know a few people said the last chapter was hard to follow. I tried to make it really chaos'ee (perhaps overly so, oh well). This chapter should be easier to understand because its focus more on what's going on with Draco rather then what's going on with everyone else PLUS Draco.
The Other Side of Fate
"Now, now." The Dark Lord murmured, fingering his wand delicately. "This is a sight to behold, is it not Lucius?" The other man said nothing "It seems I should have re-evaluated my previous orders; sent our most challenging men here instead of to the Ministry. Now, whose advice had that been?"
Draco saw his eyes dart over to where Lupin was partly bent, stunned into unmoving horror, over the still form of Severus Snape.
Malfoy also saw in his peripheral vision, Millicent Bulstrode standing over Crabb, the wand that had been snaking ropes around his frozen body, stalk still. She was shaking like a leaf. The other Slytherins under Goyle's apparent control looked just as stricken.
Harry Potter stepped forward in front of his friends and family; in front of the stunned, unconscious men and boys on the floor. In front of the dead bodies.
"It's me you want. Not here. I'll fight you, but not here."
Voldemort's smile twisted into something inhuman. His gaze traveled around the other silent occupants of Number Twelve as if to gage weather or not to indulge in Potter's wishes or to ignore him.
Would the pull to kill be that strong? Draco wondered frantically.
He wouldn't look at his father. He knew that, for now, he was in no danger of Lucius. Although Potter and the Dark Lord may fight, his father would never move unless instructed. Still, he wouldn't look.
Crack!
Someone Apperated outside in the street.
"Arthur! Arthur!?" A witch was yelling; her voice sounding distressed yet triumphant. "It's over! We've got the Ministry!"
Snarling, Bellatrix, who was standing on the left side of Voldemort, pointed her wand out the shattered wall of the building. A killing curse dropped the Ministry women dead instantaneously.
A roar ripped from someone's chest. Seconds later, Longbottom charged. For such a bumbling boy, Malfoy was surprised at the sheer courage of the sudden act.
Bellatrix Lestrange only had time to let out one solitary note of her shrieking laugh before she had to deflect one of the boy's jinxes.
"Neville!" Cho Chang screamed.
Voldemort raised his wand silently, deadly. Potter didn't wait for him to act.
"Expeliarmus!"
Draco wasn't able to hear the counter spell; something had suddenly picked him up off his feet and had thrown his with considerable force against what remained of the entrance hallway wall. Pain blurred his vision; his breath had been knocked out of him.
He fell face down onto the floor.
Something within his chest had snapped. He felt it; his rib.
Gasping; Draco pulled one knee under him, bent it slowly, and pushed himself part way up.
Draco's vision swam unsteadily.
Something- someone- was moving toward him.
Malfoy coughed, flecking red onto the black hardwood.
His father.
Weakly, Draco turned his head and saw that the other masked men, once they had the reinforcement of their Lord, had gone back to fighting. It was taking Hermione, Tonks, and Luna to keep just one of them at bay.
Malfoy struggled to keep his baring as Lucius stopped a few feet in front of him. He was waiting, like a vulture, waiting and watching his son's pain and fear.
Draco's right arm curled around his own midsection, as if he was trying to urge his lungs to breath. Slowly, he pushed himself onto his feet.
"Where is your wand?"
His father's tone was almost concerned, nearly. It was a mask, Draco knew, for disappointment. He was disappointed that Draco wouldn't be able to put up a fight before he killed him.
Draco gasped, a thin sheen of sweat from the battle making his paper thin white skin glitter ethereally. "Mother's…wand…"
Lucius' eyes flashed dangerously. "Quiet!" He demanded, his cane thrown to the floor, his wand pulled from it.
His beautiful black wand…
The world seemed ultra-bright. The piano behind his father glittered.
Draco's chest heaved again, breath ragged. His gaze flicked up to his fathers'. Gray eyes… so troubled. The young Malfoy shook.
"I had it, right here. It's lost."
"You're pathetic." His father hissed through gritted teeth. "Although." His chin tilted up so he gazed down at his son from behind his pointed nose. He smirked, sneered. "I am surprised to see you alive; I would have thought those blood traitors would have left you for dead."
"They're not like you…" Draco managed.
"Silence!" His father advanced upon him. Malfoy retreated a few paces.
Draco moaned despite himself. "Father, please." He was not one to plead; his heart was breaking.
"You are no son of mine. I am not your father." Lucius pointed his wand. A sharp breath was brought through Draco's teeth; the boy cringed. "Narsissa is dead because of your foolishness! The Dark Lord killed her because you were weak! She betrayed all of us, for what? You! You filthy humiliation!"
A laugh, loud, high, and shrill, escaped Draco's pale and parted lips. "That's right, father. She died because of me!" Suddenly he was angry. Not caring if he was defenseless, he stepped forward.
From somewhere in the room a spell shattered a chair that had been mere feet from where Draco had crouched. The splinters of wood flew outwards like deadly projectiles. That noise reverberated in Draco's ears; seemed to echo his own sanity at that precise moment.
"You killed her, you bastard!" Malfoy's body tensed; his father looked livid. "You bloody-"
"Crucio!"
Pain ripped through Draco's body and he was on the floor again, writhing. Flames of magic licked at his limbs, his body hit by jagged waves of agony.
Hermione
He thought of her then, tried to detach himself from the pain. He could see her in his mind…
She was wearing her favorite jeans, the pink blouse he had bought her. She was laughing, curled up upon Draco's couch; the heavy draperies that had always cloaked the halls of Malfoy Manor were thrown back, light and sun flooding into the room.
The brilliance was so blindingly bright…
She kissed him, forcefully. Her lips crashed against his painfully, wantonly. Eagerness, sweet blissful eagerness.
Malfoy could hardly control himself.
The book that was upon her lap fell to the floor.
He knew he this was a dream, Draco knew it was an illusion his mind had created… he knew instead he was writhing in pain amongst the dead bodies of Deatheaters on the floor of Grimmauld Place.
Perhaps if he just died… just like that, the dream would become reality.
Oh please. Draco moaned loudly. Please let it be over.
He heard her voice, vaguely, "Draco! No! God, no! Draco!"
Lucius Malfoy was hovering over him. Draco could feel no remorse emanating from the man. He meant to kill his own blood, his own son.
Frantically, as if he could avoid the oncoming horror, Draco twisted his head away. His face met, through a haze of pain, with the dead body of some nameless man. His mother's wand- he could recognize it anywhere- was clenched in the corpse' cold, bloodless fingers.
The agony hit his ribs.
Crying out, Draco rolled over onto his side, the dead man's arm pressed under his chest. As the pain ebbed- this a sign that his father was poising for the killing curse- Draco's hand wrapped around the wand. It was such a comforting thing, as if his mother was with him.
Peacefully, Malfoy closed his eyes.
"NO!"
He had to mean it…
His father raised his wand with blinding speed.
Draco suddenly broke through the spasms of his agony.
"Reducto! Avada Kadavera!"
Lucius Malfoy was picked up off his feet and thrown back by the first spell, his body powerless by the weight and the power of it. The second spell killed him instantly. He crashed into the piano that stood against the wall. His head cracked against the ivory; the keys stained red.
A loud, abrupt jumble of notes…
Lucius' bulk slid off the small stool and onto the floor.
The world had lost all sound. Malfoy was staring up at the ceiling, his mother's wand out in front of him. He shook.
The battle raged, but still, it was nothing but a buzz in his ears.
Slowly, painfully, he got to his feet, staring, chest heaving, at his dead father.
Dead.
His mother.
Dead.
Dead. Dead.
One, two, three steps and he was half way there. One, two, three steps and he stood over his father's lifeless body.
Lucius' face was still twisted into the spell that he never got to speak. The man's cold eyes were shocked and frightened.
Draco bent over him, a hand extended. He ran his palm along his father's shinning hair- his hair.
Oh god.
He caressed his father's jaw- his jaw.
Potter was wrong… he was a murderer….
Trembling, Malfoy softly closed Lucius' eyes.
He would have killed you! His mind screamed. He wouldn't have ever stopped until you were dead! Self defense! Self defense, you damned fool!
Draco's other hand, the one still holding his wand, was resting on the piano.
He saw what he had done. But he couldn't make a sound.
"Hermione!" Ron screamed, bringing Malfoy back to the present.
Draco whirled around. The first thing he noticed was Bellatrix unconscious on the floor. The second thing he saw sent a bullet of pain and fear through his heart.
Lord Voldemort was standing where the couch use to be. He was facing everyone in the room, everyone except Draco, who had been so quiet no one had seen him dart over to the corner where the piano stood.
Hermione was twisting uselessly in the arms of the Dark Lord. His wand was on her throat.
A last ditch attempt, obviously.
"One more step Potter; one more step from any of you and the filthy little Mudblood dies."
Fire ignited within Draco's veins. He pressed himself into the shadows of the fireplace, trying hard to remain unseen.
"You're beat." Harry said simply. "All your followers are gone."
Voldemort sneered, his wand never wavering from Hermione's throat. The girl whimpered. The man laughed mirthlessly.
Malfoy poised himself. The wand, he knew, was useless against this man. Perhaps he could distract him, though, just long enough for Potter to finish him off.
He hoped, anyway.
Draco steeled himself.
Rushing forward, Draco attempted to tackle the man; his shoulder- then elbow-connected with the Lord's upper side. Voldemort, surprised, released some of his grasp upon Hermione. Draco was able to wrap his arms around her before the three began to fall sideways.
Voldemort caught himself just before he fell. Draco curled away, still unable to gain a footing; he slipped.
A great force jetted itself from Voldemort's wand. Draco flew back as the spell hit him and Hermione. His back hit squarely against the stairwell. Some unseen force, perhaps a spell from Lupin or Molly, had tried to pad his landing; yet it had only marginally helped. His head thrust itself backwards and cracked against the hard surface. The wood was splintered, dust raining down.
A collective noise erupted, like firecrackers and gunshots.
For several seconds, perhaps a minute, Draco didn't know if he was still alive or not. He was sure that last one had done it; had broken him Yet, he could heard his heartbeat thudding in his ears, could hear Hermione screaming in his arms.
A small trickle of fresh blood dripped down from Draco's golden hairline. He was momentarily stunned. He felt arms trying to pry Hermione away. Malfoy couldn't hang on to her, he let them take her.
"Draco?" Lupin's voice.
Malfoy blinked blearily.
Slowly the room came back into focus. Harry and Voldemort were circling each other; each had their wands up and pointed. Everyone was watching, except for Tonks, Molly, and Ginny; who were dragging the wounded Order, DA, and Deatheaters into the kitchen where Kingsley was either shackling them or nursing to their wounds.
"You are very foolish, Potter, you will never be able to kill me."
Harry smirked. "It would see as if I have the advantage here. You're outnumbered." The Dark Lord laughed.
"Ah, Harry. You are no naïve!"
Suddenly, Voldemort lunged, a great cracking beam of light rushing towards Harry. Potter countered, his own wand sending sparks. The two energies met in the middle and a great crashing sound, like two boulders having been struck together, shook the house. Flecks of heat dripped and flew in every direction.
They were evenly matched, each fighting their hardest. They were at an impasse. Both spells met in the middle as two cylindrical columns of light. Voldemort's magic was black and sickening, Harry's white and pure.
"Draco!" Hermione knelt beside him, helping him to his feet. He kissed her then; her face, her neck, her hair. "Draco, my god, Draco." Tears were in her eyes.
"Shh, shh." He wanted everyone to melt away, wanted the confusion and hysteria to disappear.
"Harry can't win! He told me! It looks exactly like how they dueled at the Tri-Wizard's Tournament!" Her voice, her face, frantic.
Malfoy was breathless and he held her to him. "How do you know?" He looked up. The energy from the wands were struggling against each other; a horrific game of tug-o-war.
"Harry explained everything…"
Potter yelled some exclamation. His energy; he was pushing himself to the limit. Through the haze of smoke and spell, Draco could see Voldemort looked just as weakened.
Then, Malfoy- Hermione in his arms- froze. The girl looked at him in horror, afraid that something had happened.
Draco was moving his lips soundlessly.
A voice, a dead, long gone voice was drifting into Malfoy's mind… just a memory; a thin, pale, colorless memory…
"Draco…you will learn of your importance in this battle between good and evil, I am certain of it.
Malfoy was rooted to the spot.
You may not be chosen by birthright or prophecy, but that does not mean you are unimportant.
Dumbledore.
You will learn soon enough… it will not be the powers of one, but the strength of many that will win this war."
Malfoy's pulse quickened three fold. Hermione suddenly got very quiet, waiting for an explanation. She saw his expression. Slowly, Draco blinked.
Shakily, Draco turned to gaze at the women he loved with all his heart, with the whole of his soul. She was angelic…
Narcissa's wand was lithe and ready in Draco's hands. He felt its smooth, cold handle against his sweaty palm. Perhaps, in another world, his mother would have cherished Hermione. Perhaps. Malfoy made peace with himself, he knew what to do.
"Hermione." He said in the softest whisper he could manage over the noise. He touched her lips with his fingers. "Get your wand."
The girl visibly stiffened. "Why?"
"Never mind that!" Draco yelled, his calmness quickly evaporating. "Just! Just- please… please, something Dumbledore told me… please."
Hermione quickly ducked to where Ginny was moping blood off of the brow of an unconscious Blaise Zabini. Ginny gave her a weak smile, yet her eyes were terrified; she was so afraid for Harry.
The adults were watching the battle; they didn't notice Hermione had gone to stand once again at Draco's side. The boy kissed her lips softly.
"Do you trust me?"
There was a flurry of deafening noise as both Voldemort and Harry's wands crackled in unison.
"Yes." She answered.
"Do you love me?"
"Always."
Draco took a sharp step away from the shadows and towards the duel lighting Number Twelve with jets of red-gold, white, and orange. He was so close to Harry's side that he could smell the sulfur of spells in the air.
Potter's head whipped around and then back to the Dark Lord. Both his hands were grasping his wand.
"What are you doing!?" He screamed at Draco. His momentary lapse in concentration was enough for Voldemort to push his spell forward a few more feet. Harry groaned with the weight of it.
"You, Potter…" Draco was about to say something profound but thought better of it. Instead, he flashed his smirking grin, his chin tilted back, appraisingly so. "Don't tell me Wonder Boy's going to take all the credit?"
Malfoy pointed his mother's wand, both his hands gripping the handle, directly at the tip of Harry's.
"NO!" Harry barked loudly.
Draco's eyes closed momentarily. He let his right foot step in order to plant firmly plant him.
A burst of silver shot from Draco's wand. It connected with Harry's and sent a cloud of gray sparks into the air. A whooshing sound of air rushing all around them pulsed strangely. The twin beams swelled and Voldemort was knocked a pace backwards, his jet of light shrinking in length.
Harry's eyes, as wide as dinner plates, rounded on Malfoy. Draco's long pewter lashes flickered open; he grit his teeth, muscles tensing.
"You're going to kill yourself!" Harry screamed at him. "Why are you doing this?!"
"Simple, Potter." Draco panted. "Loyalty."
Harry looked shocked.
Hermione was at Draco's side in an instant.
"Harry…"
Potter hesitated, but nodded mutely. Hermione raised her wand and pointed it also at the throb of energy. The noise was of the earth splitting open as a green burst of light added to the torrent and diminished Voldemort's spell by more then half.
The Dark Lord was seething now, his face screwed up in painful concentration. His arms were shaking, his head tossing back and forth. He hissed…
Draco's head turned to look over Harry's shoulder. Ron was leaning against the banister. His eyes were dark as he watched what was going on. His gaze darted between Draco, Hermione, and then settled on Harry.
Malfoy watched him, tried to put on a friendly face- as friendly as could be mustered while holding such a powerful spell. How badly he wanted, now, for Weasley's… friendship? All they needed was one more, one more piece to the puzzle.
"Ron?" Harry asked simply.
Flicking his gaze away, Draco noticed Hermione's eyes were closed.
Weasley pushed himself off the wall and limped over. Malfoy saw the blood running down the back of his leg. He grimaced.
Ron looked at the three. "What a strange friendship, eh?" Hermione beamed at him. Ron pointed his wand and his red spell hit the collective.
The rumble of color and energy pushed back towards Voldemort as if the Lord's wand itself was sucking everything in. There was a great flash of light and the four spells at Draco's end snapped, the beams of light absorbing into Voldemort's wand. The wood crumpled inward, as if constricting, imploding.
A great keening sound seemed to suck all the noise from the room. Seconds before, the crashing of spells and energy was unbearably loud; now, it was as if someone had turned the volume to zero.
Malfoy's ears popped painfully.
A noise, as if a jet engine was revving… with a loud whump the noise returned. Voldemort's wand shattered, exploded. The man himself screamed- it was horrifying- as his body was also constricted. His thin, inhuman fingers clutched his opaque head as he bend forward, his body curling into itself.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco were knocked back onto the floor by the force of their spells.
A bang, and Voldemort was gone.
Silence.
No one moved.
Seconds ticked by.
Draco's heart spluttered uncomfortably.
Malfoy got to his knees quicker then the other three- they lay shocked upon the ground. "Potter!" Draco shook the boy's shoulders; Harry was so dazed. The green eyes barely focused. "Potter! I thought he couldn't be killed; the Horcruxes!"
Groggily, Harry whispered soft words. "His wand must have been a Horcruxe… but then… that still leaves one more… still….one more."
A low rumbling laugh filled the room.
Ginny, who was laying on the floor, screamed and pointed up.
A black mass of electric smoke curled from the puddle of Voldemort's ruined robes.
"How true, how true." The mass rumbled and rolled over itself like storm clouds, shaping wispy-like into a barely recognizable human form. Ron's chest started to heave from terror. Harry's mouth hung open.
Voldemort laughed as his presence filled the whole of the space, his blackness spreading out into the air.
Draco, crouching, tried to rally the three.
"Get up! We can- we'll do something!"
"Draco…" The voice boomed around them. "You disgrace your family. Give up." His voice was so inviting, so smooth, like silk.
"No!" Lupin made a motion, but he was thrown backwards by some invisible force. Tonks moaned.
"You see Harry? You'll die. Just like everyone you ever loved. And… Harry, I will kill them. Slowly. I'll destroy them in front of you… one by one…"
While Voldemort continued the abuse, Malfoy was staring at Ginny. Tears streamed down her face.
What had she said that was so important so many months ago? And why was he trying to remember it all?
"His wand and Voldemort's have the same phoenix feather." Ginny rambled excitedly.
Malfoy blinked. "The same bird?" Harry nodded.
If Voldemort's wand was a Horcruxe…
The Dark Lord was laughing again.
"Potter!" Draco said quietly under his breath. "Your wand!" Mutely, Harry made a half hearted gesture. Draco turned around and saw the stick laying half way between where they lay and where Voldemort's black mass was gaining in thickness.
Stealing a glance at Hermione, Draco turned slowly around, looking at the small red slits that had formed within the black mist. Malfoy smiled darkly up at those eyes.
Bolting like a shot, he skidded along the ground. Hermione, Ginny, others, they all screamed his name.
Draco fell onto the wand; it was safe in his hands.
Voldemort howled in rage, swooping upwards towards the ceiling to collect himself.
"Potter!" Draco yelled. Harry, who was propped up by Hermione, looked at him, bewildered.
Voldemort's form was nearly solidly black now. He was headed straight for Draco. Malfoy chucked the wand, Harry caught it easily.
"Potter! Break it!"
Harry looked confused.
Voldemort was wailing in fury, barreling down onto them.
"They're the same! Break it! Break him!"
Something flickered over Harry's face. Understanding. He brought the wand up with both his hands.
Voldemort paused, his bodiless form molten soot in the air. "NO, POTTER!" The red eyes were wide at they glared at Malfoy with hate and loathing that reflected even the most evil of hell.
Draco sneered.
"This is for my mother, you son of a bitch."
Harry brought the shaft down onto his knee. The wand splintered and snapped in half; the spine of the phoenix feather tearing into two, destroyed.
In a blast that emanated what looked like black snow, Lord Voldemort burst into absolute and complete nothingness. The man's scream of rage faded off as silence fell around the room like a heavy blanket.
The inky flakes rained down as Draco crouched like a child, legs drawn up and hands over his head, afraid of what might happen next. His neck burned. Malfoy saw the blackness touch the singe the hardwood floor.
Cinders…
Out on the street, there were sirens. From beyond the clump of trees on the opposite sidewalk, the sun had risen. Its burning glow refracted strangely off the dust and smoke that filled the air. One particular ray of light draped itself over Draco's face, wincing smartly into his eyes.
Malfoy screwed his eyes shut, fatigue rattling and shaking his body. Popping noises sounded all around him, but he didn't care. He wanted to sleep, to just sleep.
This was such a terrible dream…
Later, Draco realized that, looking back, he must have lost consciousness. For, unaware of what was going on, he felt two pairs of hands gripped his wrists and yanked them backwards.
A very deep, low voice was barking orders.
It took Malfoy a moment, his eyes as heavy as lead, to blink… then to realize that the two someone's were dragging him across the floor. Frightened, disoriented, he gasped in surprise.
"Looks like he woke up, eh? Get the magic on 'em"
One of the figures looped a thick and heavy spell around his wrists, his arms wrenched behind him.
"Wait! I'm not-"
The room became a tad sharper and Draco saw Ministry Official, men and women from the Department of Magical Accident and Catastrophes, from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, a few Aurors. They were bustling around the house, wands flying, trying to piece back together the broken. A few witches were leading the Order, the DA, and Goyle's Slytherins outside.
From his position on the floor, Draco also saw Blaise Zabini being carried out, bound by the wrists as well, even if he was unconscious.
Malfoy struggled to his feet, yet the pair holding him pointed both their wands to his neck. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a rather old, bent witch leaning over his father's body.
"Don't make one move, boy."
"It's not what you think." Draco's lips barely moved. They thought he was a Deatheater, then?
"Sure, boy, sure."
Turning him around, the two men led Draco down the partially exploded front steps of Grimmauld Place. The sun now bathed the street in a horrific light. Bodies were strewn all over the ground. There were Officials modifying muggle memories, stacking the dead across the street.
With a lurching feeling, Malfoy noticed the faces of Terence Higgs, Graham Pritchard, and Malcolm Baddock among the bodies of the older Deatheaters. He thought one of them was missing a limb, but he looked away instead.
Upon the lawn, the surviving lot huddled. Tonks, Kingsley, Arthur, Molly, all of the Weasley children, Hermione, Harry, the other nineteen DA members, some Ministry workers. They were being handed cups of tea, blankets, fatigue charms.
A young witch with worry creasing her face was leaning down; a hand on Ginny's back as the girl quietly vomited what childhood she had left into the soft summer grass.
Hermione looked up then, her eyes locking with Draco's as he was being led across the lawn. He felt the dried blood that was smeared across his face. She watched, her mouth hanging open, following him with her terrified gaze as if some movie reel had been slowed down to half speed.
"No!" She yelped. "He's not one of them!"
Someone sneered in his ear.
"Malfoy!" Draco's captors turned him and he saw Ron Weasley limping up to them.
"What's all this?" One of the men snapped, miffed.
"You've got it wrong, he's not a Deatheater." Ron stood awkwardly, his leg held at an angle as to avoid weight being put on it.
A tense moment followed.
The man snorted. "He's a bloody Malfoy!"
Ron's eyes narrowed. Sighing, the men undid the binding spell.
"All right, all right." The Ministry man scratched the back of his neck. "Let's get back in there… we've still got a few to round up." They loped towards Number Twelve without even a murmur of an apology.
The two boys stood there momentarily, silent.
Draco tossed his head back, and let out a sharp, harsh laugh. His side burned. He had forgotten his rib, the Sectumsempra spell…
"You know, Weasley, you could have just let them take me, then all your problems would have been solved."
Ron grinned, Malfoy smirked back.
"Well, Hermione wouldn't be very happy about that, would she?"
Draco grimaced. "S'pose not." He noticed the way Weasley was looking at him. It was lightly discomforting. Draco shifted his weight onto the other foot. "Uh-" Ron looked away.
"That was really smart Malfoy. The Horcruxe, the- all of it…" He trailed off. Draco nodded stiffly. Turning round, Ron shrugged and began to limp back towards the others. Malfoy's heart thudded in his chest.
"You damn idiot." He grumbled. Taking a pace or so forward, Malfoy swung an arm under Ron's shoulder blades. Ron looked startled but returned the gesture.
Limping together, supporting each other's weight, they started towards the others.
"Harry?" A voice made the group turn, Draco looked up too. Lupin had poked his head out of the blasted through doorway. "Harry, come here." His voice was soft, yet his tone was urgent.
Leaving, Harry took the broken steps two at a time and the pair disappeared back into Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Hermione was waiting there with tears in her eyes.
"Don't cry." Draco whispered as Ron was helped off his arm by Fred and George. "Don't cry…" But the girl fell into his chest, griping his shirt with clenched fists. Malfoy ran a hand up and down her back, trying to soothe her.
A voice reverberated around the street.
"All right, everyone." A extremely short man was standing on a upturned trash can, his wand pointed to his voice box. "We've got to get the wounded to St. Mungos!"
Draco breathed in the crisp morning air.
The warm sun had never felt so good…
A/n- NOW you see why I split it up? Two more chapters to go! I'm really excited about finishing; woooo!!!
So, the way I predicted Harry Potter would end (even if I was wrong) was that the last Horcruxe being destroyed would destroy Voldemort outright- his soul too evil to support himself once the other parts of him were gone (hence the exploding). Yeah. If you have any specific questions just ask in the review- I always reply!
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