Tears of a Dragon
The Phoenix Song
By:
The Mirror of Erised
Disclaimer:
All the characters in the Harry Potter Series belong to J.K. Rowling, not me.
Hermione Granger froze in her spot, and dropped all her books
with thud. Ronald Weasley blinked furiously as if he sure that his eyes weren't
working properly. He smiled at them and gave them a cheery wave. They stood
there, speechless. After a long moment
of silence, Hermione spoke.
"H-Harry?" she said, still doubting her eyes, "But how?
There is no spell to revive the dead, Dumbledore said so himself." She asked
softly as though afraid that he would be gone if she spoke any louder.
"I wasn't really dead, because…" he pulsed and glanced at
me, he clearly did not want them to know about me. "It was an ancient magic,
Hermione, A heart full of faith." He said instead.
"I've read about it, but, but it only works when the
murderer feels strongly guilty…" she said knowledgeably.
"But, but you-know-who couldn't possibly feel guilty,
could he? I mean, he wanted to kill you…" Ron spoke for the first time. Harry
opened his mouth, but said nothing.
"I killed him." I confessed, suddenly feeling much
lighter. All three of them looked at me, shocked. Hermione and Ron noticing
that I was there for the first time, and Harry probably didn't expect me to
confess. But I had to, or else I would kill myself in fury, for hiding like a
coward, and go back to being the nasty person I used to be. Under their
demands, I told them the whole story. By the time I finished, Hermione stared
at me blankly, and Ron's ears were pink, he stared at me as if I was some
disgusting slug, but he didn't do anything. I know that they were both trying
to decide whether to hate me or to forgive me. I, myself know that I deserved
no forgiveness, a piece of filth like me should be shipped off to Azkaban this
instant.
"Thank you, Draco." I looked up, much to my surprise,
Hermione Granger gave me a half smile, and I returned it. I turned to look at
Ronald Weasley, who simply nodded in approval, I smiled again.
The phoenix let out a cried from behind, we all turned
around to see a giant king cobra advancing towards us. We jump back, startled.
The next instant, the dark lord himself stood in the spot where the cobra once
coiled upon.
"You thought that you could get way with it, didn't you,
Draco?" he sneered, his lipless mouth curled into an unsightly smile. I thought
that I would have vomited if I weren't as frightened. He took a few steps
forward, suddenly Harry dropped to the ground, moaning in pain, his hands over
his forehead.
"Crucio!"
My knees buckled, the pain was insufferable, crushing
every fiber of my being. I screamed louder than I have ever screamed in my
whole life, tears circled in my eyes, threatening to fall out. But I didn't let
it, I couldn't let it. I wasn't about to give Voldemort the pleasure of seeing
me cry. If there is anything I have learned by being a Malfoy, it is the pride,
the arrogance. The pain isn't worthy of my tears. I clenched my teeth together
and stopped screaming. Then the pain
was gone.
"Proud, aren't we?" he said with a sickening smirk,
"Crucio!"
The pain struck me once again, but I was determined not
to be defeated. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Harry clenching his teeth
together, suffering from the pain. All my tears were unleashed, I cried, not
for me, but for him. I forgot about the pain, I felt anger burning in my heart.
And then an unearthly and lovely song filled the air, slowly, I felt the pain leaving
my body, and I felt stronger than ever, more confident than ever.
My feet left the ground, my body glowed a green light. I
saw Harry floating beside me, glimmering scarlet red. Join hands with him, the
song told me. He offered his hands, and I took them. The lights met, and a
circle formed around us, neither green nor red, but deep gold.
A gold net started to form around Voldemort, whose red
eyes widened with astonishment. The net bounded him, it grew tighter and
tighter. Then the dark lord was gone, forever vanished. The gold circle
disappeared, we fell on the back of the phoenix, which carried us safely to the
ground. He let out a soft, quavering note, then burst into flames, but never
reborned again…
THE END
Author's note: This fic
is dedicated to Kelzery, since she convinced me to do it. J I hope you enjoyed it! No need feeling sorry for
Fawkes, he did what he was destined to do and is now resting in peace. Amen.