Later that night, Blaise, Terrence and a few other Slytherin's were on the Quidditch field. They were playing a game when Terrence looked out at the sunset.
"Hey, Blaise, let's go home," Terrence called out to Blaise, who was goalkeeping on his broomstick. "The day is hot, Gryffindor's are around. We might get into a fight, and you know that is illegal."

Blaise looked at Terrence and then flew to where he was hovering. The other Slytherin's followed shit and were now in a huddle in the sky.
"You know, Terrence, you are like one of those people who goes into a crowded room, and slaps his wand down on the table and says, 'I hope I don't have to use that!' Then after a little while, you draw your wand on someone, when he or she hasn't done anything," Blaise snickered.
"Am I really like that type of person?"
"You know it, you are as hot tempered as any man in Hogwarts, and will get into a bad mood just for the hell of it."
"And why would I do that?"

Everyone looked back at Blaise, waiting for a creative explanation, which he always give at these kinds of questions. Blaise smiled and flew down to the ground. The rest followed suit.
"No, if there are two that were like that, we wouldn't have any shortly, for one would kill the other. You! You'll fight with a man who has a hair more or a hair less in his goatee than you do. You will fight with a man for eating hazelnuts, just because you have hazel-colored eyes. Who else has an eye like yours to find an excuse for a fight? Your head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of white and yolk: and you've had your head scrambled in a couple of fights. You have fought with a man for coughing in the common room, because he woke up your owl that was sleeping in the window. Don't you lecture me about quarrelling!"
"If I were as eager to fight as you any man would be able to buy insurance on my life for no more than an hour and a quarter," Terrence mused.
"The insurance on your life? You're so stupid!"

They laughed when Terrence saw Red robes flying towards the Slytherin's.
"Merlin, here come the Gryffindor's," Terrence muttered.
"I don't give a damn," said Blaise and kept on talking.

Harry Potter and the rest of the Quidditch team were coming towards them.
"Good day, gentlemen. I want to talk to one of you," said Harry, flying down to meet them.

Blaise turned around and acted surprised when he saw Harry behind him. He swung.
"Oh. And just one word with one of us. Put it together with something: take a swing at me."
"I can easily do that if you give me a chance."
"Couldn't you create an opportunity without my giving you an excuse?"

The Slytherin's busted out laughing. Usually Gryffindor's found an excuse to fight, but the famous Harry Potter wasn't. This was funny to the Slytherin's.

Harry, however, didn't find it funny. His eyes began to turn red.
"Blaise, you consort with Malfoy!" Harry spat.

Blaise suddenly stop laughing and he face turned into a scowl.
"Consort! Do you think we're musicians?!" Blaise said, taking out his wand. "If you try to make musicians of us, you'll only hear some ugly sounds. Merlin's wounds, you call us a consort!"
"Guy, we're in public. We should either go into one of the rooms and solve your problems, or leave; everyone's watching us."

Blaise looked around to see a crowd forming around them. He didn't care.
"Man's eyes were made to look. Let them watch us. I won't move for anyone."

At that moment, Draco came flying towards Blaise. Harry saw this and smiled.
"Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man."
"Blaise!!" Draco called out, flying faster towards him.
"Malfoy!!" Harry called out, to which Draco's speed went back down. He looked around in confusion as he landed on the ground. He looked at Harry.
"Draco, the hate I have for you will only let me say that you are a bastard," Harry scowled.

Everyone looked at Draco, seeing what he would say. Draco walked up to Harry and met his eyes with Draco's sorrowful ones.
"Harry, the reason I have to love you makes me excuse the appropriate anger to such a greeting. I am no bastard. Therefore, goodbye. I see that you don't know my relation to you," Draco said and walked away.

Harry was confused at his explanation, then turned angry once again.
"This does not excuse your insults. Therefore, turn and fight!!!" Harry yelled and ran towards Malfoy. He kicked his legs from behind, knocking him on the ground. Harry began kicking him in the stomach.
"Turn and fight!!" he said repeatedly. "Turn and fight!"
"I disagree, I never injured you!!!" yelled Draco, making Harry stop to look down on him. Draco was crying. "You don't understand how I'm connected to you. Know that I value the Gryffindor name as dearly as my own!!!"

Harry began to kick him again at the mention of the Gryffindor name.
"How cowardly and disgraceful!" scolded Blaise to himself. "My wand will fix this." Blaise drew out his wand and pointed it at Harry. "Harry, you rat-face, will you make a move?"

Harry stopped for a moment and turned to Blaise.
"What do you want with me?"
"You alley cat, I just want one of your nine lives, that which I mean to take away. You will not use me how you want to, but I will beat the rest of your lives. Why don't you draw your wand, before mine goes up 'side your head?"

Harry smiled, never turning down a fight. He drew out his wand.
"Bring it on."
"Come on, dude, show me what you've got!" yelled Blaise.
"Accucio!" yelled Harry, hitting Blaise. Draco immediately got up and stood in front of them both.
"Draw your wand, Terrence, stop this fight! Guys, you should be ashamed! Harry, Blaise, Dumbledore has made fighting illegal! Stop, Harry! Stop, Blaise!"

Harry smiles and evil smile.
"Adeva Kadavera!" he yelled, pointing his wand under Draco's arm, hitting Blaise. Blaise gasped at the sudden pain. He fell over on Draco. Upon seeing this, Harry and the Gryffindor's flew away.
"I've been hit!" cried Blaise. "A plague on both your houses! Did he get away without a scratch?"
"What? Are you wounded?" asked Terrence.

Everyone gave him a 'duh' looked
"It's only a scratch, but Merlin, it'll do the job. Someone get Madam Promfrey!"

Draco laid Blaise on the ground and looked over him.
"Hang in there, man, it can't be too bad."
"No, it's not too deep or wide, but it is enough, it will serve me well. By tomorrow, I will be dead. I bet you I'm about done with this world. Damn both your houses! A bragger, an outlaw that fights by the numbers. Why the hell did you come between us? I was hurt under your arm."
"I thought it all for the best," Draco said, crying.
"I'm going to faint! Help me into the school. To hell with both your houses! They have made me into a corpse! I'm dying..."
" 'This man, Dumbledore's favorite student, my friend, has been mortally because of me,' Draco thought. 'My reputation is stained with Harry's insults. Harry, you became my relative an hour ago [AN: not technically, but you get the idea]. Hermione, your beauty has made me a sissy, and I've become a coward.'

Draco had been crying over Blaise's body.
"Draco, Draco, Blaise's dead! He died way too young," cried Terrence
"This black day will result in many more. This has started something that won't end soon." And, for the first time since his parent death, Draco was back tot he way he had been six years before this.
"Here come Harry again!" said Terrence, pointing at the sky. Harry was hovering over them, smirking. He then looked on Malfoy's face and his turned white. Draco was back to the way he was, but with vengeance. Harry started to fly away.
"Harry is alive in triumph! Blaise's dead! No more 'peace and love'! Now it's time for rage!" Before anyone could stop him, Draco mounted on his broom and took after Harry.

They were about 100 feet above ground when Harry turned back to look at Malfoy.
"Now, Harry, take back that 'bastard' that you just called me. Blaise is on his way to heaven. Either you, or I, or both of us will join him."
"You snot-nosed boy, you hung around with him. You're going to join him!"
"We'll see about that!"

They both drew their wands, but Draco was quicker
"Adeva Kadavera!" Draco yelled and hit Harry. He winced in pain as he fell off his broom and to the ground.

Harry, the boy who lived, was dead.

Draco looked at him for a moment and then turned in shock. His evilness had faded away and was left with emptiness. The skies had now turned gray and raindrops were falling.
"Malfoy!" Terrence yelled, who was now on a broom. "Draco, get the hell away, now! The Professor's are alerted, and Harry's dead. Don't stand there like a dummy, the ministry will execute you! Get the hell away, quickly!"
"Oh man, I'm screwed this time!" cried Draco.
"Why are you still standing here!!!!"

A few tears slid down Draco's face as he flew away, towards the Dark Forest.

As Draco left, the whole school came outside and saw Harry dead on the ground. People were gasping, crying, and in a state of shock.

Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape came running towards the crowd of people. The professor gasped at they saw the Boy Who Lived's body.

Dumbledore face turned to stone.
"Where are the guys that started this fight?"
"Professor, I'll tell you the details," explained Terrence. "There lies Harry, killed by young Draco. Harry killed Blaise."

"Harry!! Oh Merlin, Harry!! Oh Dumbledore!! His blood is spilled! Dumbledore, keep your word I demand revenge against that Slytherin!!" Professor McGonagall wailed, her body hovered around Harry's.

Dumbledore turned to Terrence.
"Terrence, who started this fight?"
"Harry did, but he was killed here by Draco. Draco was very polite to him and tried to tell him how silly it was to keep up this feud, and how you forbade fighting. He was very polite the whole time," said Terrence. "But Harry wouldn't listen, and went after Blaise with his wand. Blaise, just as angry, took him on, and gave as good as he got, and the fight went back and forth. Draco yelled at them to stop it, and used his wand to knock theirs aside. He ran between them to separate them, but then Harry, seeing that Blaise's view was blocked, sneaked a cowardly and said the Advera Kadavera curse under Draco's arm, and gave Blaise a fatal wound. The Harry took off. After a bit he came back, and then Draco was hot for revenge. They went to it like madmen, and before I could try to stop it, Harry was dead. Then Draco took off. I swear on my life this is the truth."
"He is a house of Slytherin, so of course he's lying!" McGonagall spat, shooting up. "All twenty of them fought in this awful fight; and all of them together could barely manage to kill Harry. I ask for justice, that you must give. Draco killed Harry, Draco must not live."

Dumbledore walked up to McGonagall.
"Draco killed Harry, but he had just killed Blaise. So who is guilty here?"

McGonagall wailed once again and went back down to Harry.
"Don't punish Draco, Dumbledore," pleaded Snape. "He was Blaise's friend. He only did what the law would have done, killed Harry."
"And for Draco's offence, we will banish him from Hogwarts immediately. I will punish you with a huge fine, so you will all repent the loss of Blaise." Dumbledore then addressed the crowd. "I will not listen to any whining or excuses; tears or prayers will not make up for bad deeds, so don't bother. Draco is expelled from Hogwarts, and if he comes back, he will be executed. Carry away this body, and listen to my orders. Pardoning killers is a dangerous policy."

Dark clouds started to form on the ground of Hogwarts. Thunder and lightening began to crackle. Raindrops fell furiously from the sky.

Dumbledore walked back to his chamber.