Ginny glared at Voldemort, her brown eyes glinting with anger.
Voldemort stared at her for a moment before bursting out in a cackle of
laughter.
"This? This is all you have to save me, the great Dark Lord?" he cried out, raising his wand, before he was interrupted by a cry from Quirell.
"Finally, Ginny. Where's Dumbledore?" he cried, looking relieved that Ginny had arrived.
"Dead at your feet. Where else?" she snapped before she waved her wand toward him.
"Paltraock," she cried out. Quirell paled as he fell to the floor unconscious. Ron and Harry opened their mouths in undisguised shock.
"Ginny! What are you doing?" Ron screamed out as she walked over to Quirell's body, kneeling over to pull something out of his cloak pocket. Harry, however, kept his eye on Voldemort who was moving towards the door, his eyes fixed intently on Ginny, muttering something under his breath.
"Ginny, watch out!" Harry cried out as she turned around. She ducked quickly and Voldemort lost eye contact with her as she rolled under the desk. Voldemort turned angrily toward Harry.
"Finally, I'll be able to finish off my downfall. There's no one here to help you now, is there, except two stupid Weasley's and good, old dead Dumbledore," he took a deep breath and raised his wand. Harry raised his own, desperately trying to think of something, some curse to say.
"Avad-" Voldemort began. All of a sudden he was pushed to the side by a blurry shadow, something that was not quite there.
"What the-?" Ron spluttered as the thing, whatever it was started to attack Voldemort from all sides. Ginny suddenly popped up from behind the desk, half smiling.
"Thank God you came James. I was just about to give up on you," she said. Harry and Ron both looked at each other in bewilderment.
"James?" Ron mouthed silently to Harry, who shook his head and ran towards Ginny, grabbing her wrist.
"Come on, let's go," he said. He felt guilty, running away when Ginny had obviously risked her life so carelessly, yet he needed to find Dumbledore. With a shock, he realised that Dumbledore was lying dead at his feet.
There was a loud burst from the door. Dumbledore strode in, his face set in stern lines. Harry reeled in shock as he stared at Dumbledore and then at the dead man who lay at his feet. The thing that was attacking Voldemort stopped, and Voldemort lay gasping for breath. Dumbledore stood over him, his wand raised.
"So let me die a murderer if it gets rid of you," Dumbledore said, his eyes blazing with anger. Harry had never seen him so angry, so enraged.
"Avada Kedav-" he was broken off by a loud yell. There was a flash of black before a tubby figure fell out from the air. It landed with a huge thud on Dumbledore's back, knocking the wind out of him. He collapsed to the floor, the wand flying out of his hand. The man rolled over, his face a pale green as he shook it, trying to clear it. There was a stunned silence, before a voice spoke. It came out of nowhere, echoing around the room.
"Wormtail?" it said astounded. Harry's first thought was Sirius. He looked around for him, yet couldn't see him anywhere.
"What are you doing here you idiot?" Voldemort screeched angrily, turning to face Peter Pettigrew who quivered under the murderous gaze Voldemort gave him. "I told you to look after Siria," he yelled even louder.
"They helped her," Peter said nervously, the muscles twitching in his cheek as he glanced around the room uneasily.
"What? What are you talking about?" Voldemort replied irritably. "Who helped her?"
"The girl," he pointed a shaking finger at Ginny, who smirked at Pettigrew's definition of 'helped'. "And the boy," he finished off.
"There was no boy, you idiot. What boy are you talking about?"
"Malfoy, Lord. Draco Malfoy."
Voldemort's face paled slightly before he snarled angrily and glared at Pettigrew.
"Go and stop him before it's too late!" he ordered, shaking his head to the door. Pettigrew obliged and bolted out the door as fast as his legs could carry him. Voldemort turned to Dumbledore who had just stood up.
"So, you thought you could trick me, did you, with your little Polyjuice potion on the old man trick. I knew all along, Dumbledore. Quirrell would never have had it in him to do such a thing like kill Dumbledore," he spoke the last word viciously, mocking it with his murderous tone. "Then you bring along a little girl here, someone who thinks she can stop me. Oh, I remember all you wrote in that diary of yours, you stupid little Weasley," he spat, turning to face Ginny.
"You'll never become anything in life. Your mother's dead, your father's a nut and you, well, I can imagine just what you'll become. Sink so low on the ego scale you won't be able to see up anymore."
Ginny glared at Voldemort and raised her wand, her eyes glittering with malice.
"Ginny, don't-" Ron began before Ginny interrupted him.
"Don't what? Kill the man who killed my mother, our mother? Who killed Harry's parents? Who kidnapped Draco's sister and drove his father to the brink of insanity?" she yelled, never taking her eyes of Voldemort. He pulled his lips back in a ferocious snarl and raised his wand to point it at Ginny's face. She glanced behind him at Dumbledore, who was edging closer towards Voldemort's back quietly. Voldemort saw her eyes flicker slightly and he spun around, a triumphant look on his face as Dumbledore stopped and raised his wand.
"So you'll do it at the same time, will you? I'm sure you'll just love the fact that it took so many of you to kill just one man," he laughed. With a quick spin of his heel, he kicked out at Ginny, knocking her wand out of her hand. It clashed to the floor, and her face, finally, took on a bit of fear. She quickly disguised it and knelt down slowly, keeping her gaze on him so as not to expose her back to him. Her fingers curled around the wand and she was just about to stand back up when there was a hurtling cry from the door. Pettigrew flew through the room, crashing into Voldemort who skidded along the floor before landing just below the window, only steps away from Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron both pulled out their wands and poised them at him. Ginny and Dumbledore moved in, closing the gap until the four of them surrounded him. His face showed no sign of fear at all, only mockery as he spoke.
"Take your time, don't hurry. I wouldn't want you to all kill me at once now, would I?" he said, his snake like eyes narrowed into slits.
"You might not, but we do," a voice said, again from nowhere. Harry spun his head around to see who it was that was speaking and Voldemort took the chance to grab him around the neck and hold him in front of him as a shield.
"Kill me and you kill the stupid Potter as well," Voldemort snarled. Harry twisted in Voldemort's arms, trying to free himself from the grip that Voldemort had around his neck. Just as Dumbledore, Ginny and Ron all faltered in their footsteps, their wands lowering slightly, there was a loud noise from behind them.
Draco walked into the room, his face covered in blood that was streaming down his face. He walked weakly, bent at the waist as though trying to stop the pain.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" he said, his eyes on Ginny. He didn't seem to see Voldemort or Harry standing at the window. Ginny lowered her eyes and shook her head slightly, to show that she really did not know why.
"I'm dying Ginny. And James is here trying to help Harry. I don't know what it is that is inside of me, Ginny, but you taught me something that I can't forget. You were right; my father never really loved me. He always loved Siria and she is the sister that I never knew. What am I going to live for now, Ginny? A mother that is eating her life away in grief, or a sister who doesn't even know who I am?"
Pettigrew made a small snuffling noise, but Draco seemed unaware as he continued.
"I saw her eyes, Ginny. They are so like mine, yet so different. There is no life in them at all. I can't see any flame that is supposed to be there. My mother once had passion for life and I'm sure my sister did too. Hell, even I did once, Ginny. But I can't do it. I can't live without Harry seeing what true family love is."
Harry looked up as Draco said his name. He'd had his eyes down awkwardly as Draco spoke to Ginny.
"So Harry, don't think I'm doing this because I consider you a friend or anything like that. Our families have hated each other for generations and that's the way it always will be. I'm not doing it for you, or for me. I'm doing it for James." Harry stared at him in undisguised confusion.
"Someone, I can't remember who, once said to me that death is like a door to a new life. It's like being reborn in a special way. And I think, now, that there was no way that person could have ever known what death was like. But, just moments ago, I realised that person was already dead. He had no heart. He'd given his life to Voldemort," Draco spat out the words. "I once thought that that was my destiny as well. But it's not. It doesn't matter what my father, or my grandfather, or my uncle or anyone else that always told me what to do said. I will never die for Voldemort. Never," he whispered the last words out hoarsely, as though his strength was weakening. The room was silent; even Voldemort stood quietly, his face, not showing any sarcasm, yet not showing any remorse at the same time.
"And James, I know you're in here. I know that you can hear every word that I have just said, even though you are trying to pretend for my sake that you haven't. So, I'm going to die James, die so that you can live and see your son and be happy."
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Draco could barely breathe as he stood there, feeling more and more like an idiot as he spoke to James, who was somewhere behind him. He didn't dare look at him, for fear that something that he might say would try to stop him. He forced himself to lean over and pick up the knife he'd slid into his pocket. He'd taken it from the kitchens just before he'd come here, racing down to the portrait of fruit. He knew, from the nightly visits that Dobby sometimes gave, where the kitchens were. He raised the knife above his head.
"Draco, don't!" Ginny yelled rushing forward. Dumbledore held her arm back.
"Draco, give me the knife. You can't be ashamed for what your father did. Just give me the knife," Dumbledore said. Draco shook his head and was extremely embarrassed as the tears began to flow down his face, the pain racking his body.
"I can hardly breathe. Do you really think I want to live like this, crippled and hurt for the rest of my life? I should have listened to Remus Lupin's advice when he wrote the letter. I should never have let my father's memory get to me. Never!" he yelled. He began to pull the knife down slowly towards his chest.
Don't do this Draco…
"Shut up, James!" he yelled, trying to stop James talking in his head, whispering.
Stop it. I don't want you to die for me…
James continued. Draco shook his head, trying to get the words out of his head, but even as he did, he could feel his strength weakening, the grip on the knife slipping as he gasped for breath.
Then, from the other side of the room, with a fierce yell, Voldemort pushed Harry forward, smashing the glass behind him. He jumped up onto the sill and cackled loudly.
"Never let a dying man's words distract you from your work," he said. "Believe me, and may hell freeze over if I'm telling a lie. I should know," with that, he jumped down, disappearing form their sight. They stood, rooted to the spot in surprise before Ron cursed as he'd never cursed before. Even Dumbledore's face was tight with anger; angry that Voldemort had gotten away, yet again. Harry was shaking his head angrily. He turned around and walked towards Draco. Just before he reached him, he tripped over Quirell's motionless body. He fell forward, landing on top of Draco, the knife between them.
Draco lay motionless, his eyes open, yet unblinking. He didn't move at all; he didn't blink, he didn't push Harry off roughly as he normally would've done. He didn't even breathe.
"My God, I killed him," Harry whispered.
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Draco never thought he'd felt such coldness ever before in his life. He could scarcely breathe; the coldness seemed to freeze his lungs along with every other part of his body. Where was he? Where was he going?
He looked around, his eyes wide and frightful. Was this death, was this the road to hell? Even though he'd decided that he didn't care where he went, he couldn't stop his heart flooding with intense fear. He didn't know what to feel. He looked up and opened his mouth, calling out, something that even he did not hear.
Is this what death feels like, he thought, a trip down an empty road of nothing forever and ever?
Just then, there was a sudden shaking around him, and he moved violently from side to side. His head rolled around and for a split second, he was just like the place around him; nothing. Then it stopped and he could see again, feel his hands moving as the warmth flowed back into him.
He was lying on something soft, something that he was sinking into. A shadow appeared before him, blocking out the warmth that had been let in. The atmosphere tensed as the figure spoke, the voice thick with menace.
"Son, you have let me down…"
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Harry jumped up, his face pale and pinched as he stared at the limp figure. Sure, he hated Draco and all, but he hadn't wanted to kill him.
"I-I killed him," he said again, this time more amazed than ever. He stepped backwards, his green eyes even brighter with his shock.
"No you didn't," Ginny mumbled.
"What would you know Ginny?" Ron snapped. "You are so stupid. Why did you come here anyway? Trying to get yourself killed, or something?"
"How can you be so heartless, Ron? Draco is lying dead, just metres away from you and all you can worry about is me. I can-" she was cut short by Dumbledore.
"It's alright, Ginny. You don't need to explain. Ron, and Harry too for that matter, will find out in due time. But first, we have to move Draco's body away."
"But, Professor, I killed him. What am I going to do?" Harry cried out stupidly.
"You didn't kill him Harry. He died before he hit the floor. As you can see, the knife didn't stab into him," Dumbledore stated. Harry stared down at the floor and realised he was right. The knife was unstained and lay awkwardly just centimetres away from Draco.
"I believe that one of us hasn't spoken yet," Harry looked around at Dumbledore's words, but he too had disappeared. "James, I think it's time that Harry saw you. I don't think any of us in this room would have wanted Draco to die in vain, now would we?"
Dumbledore smiled as James stepped forward, his black messy hair tousled and brown eyes glistening.
"Hello Harry."
"This? This is all you have to save me, the great Dark Lord?" he cried out, raising his wand, before he was interrupted by a cry from Quirell.
"Finally, Ginny. Where's Dumbledore?" he cried, looking relieved that Ginny had arrived.
"Dead at your feet. Where else?" she snapped before she waved her wand toward him.
"Paltraock," she cried out. Quirell paled as he fell to the floor unconscious. Ron and Harry opened their mouths in undisguised shock.
"Ginny! What are you doing?" Ron screamed out as she walked over to Quirell's body, kneeling over to pull something out of his cloak pocket. Harry, however, kept his eye on Voldemort who was moving towards the door, his eyes fixed intently on Ginny, muttering something under his breath.
"Ginny, watch out!" Harry cried out as she turned around. She ducked quickly and Voldemort lost eye contact with her as she rolled under the desk. Voldemort turned angrily toward Harry.
"Finally, I'll be able to finish off my downfall. There's no one here to help you now, is there, except two stupid Weasley's and good, old dead Dumbledore," he took a deep breath and raised his wand. Harry raised his own, desperately trying to think of something, some curse to say.
"Avad-" Voldemort began. All of a sudden he was pushed to the side by a blurry shadow, something that was not quite there.
"What the-?" Ron spluttered as the thing, whatever it was started to attack Voldemort from all sides. Ginny suddenly popped up from behind the desk, half smiling.
"Thank God you came James. I was just about to give up on you," she said. Harry and Ron both looked at each other in bewilderment.
"James?" Ron mouthed silently to Harry, who shook his head and ran towards Ginny, grabbing her wrist.
"Come on, let's go," he said. He felt guilty, running away when Ginny had obviously risked her life so carelessly, yet he needed to find Dumbledore. With a shock, he realised that Dumbledore was lying dead at his feet.
There was a loud burst from the door. Dumbledore strode in, his face set in stern lines. Harry reeled in shock as he stared at Dumbledore and then at the dead man who lay at his feet. The thing that was attacking Voldemort stopped, and Voldemort lay gasping for breath. Dumbledore stood over him, his wand raised.
"So let me die a murderer if it gets rid of you," Dumbledore said, his eyes blazing with anger. Harry had never seen him so angry, so enraged.
"Avada Kedav-" he was broken off by a loud yell. There was a flash of black before a tubby figure fell out from the air. It landed with a huge thud on Dumbledore's back, knocking the wind out of him. He collapsed to the floor, the wand flying out of his hand. The man rolled over, his face a pale green as he shook it, trying to clear it. There was a stunned silence, before a voice spoke. It came out of nowhere, echoing around the room.
"Wormtail?" it said astounded. Harry's first thought was Sirius. He looked around for him, yet couldn't see him anywhere.
"What are you doing here you idiot?" Voldemort screeched angrily, turning to face Peter Pettigrew who quivered under the murderous gaze Voldemort gave him. "I told you to look after Siria," he yelled even louder.
"They helped her," Peter said nervously, the muscles twitching in his cheek as he glanced around the room uneasily.
"What? What are you talking about?" Voldemort replied irritably. "Who helped her?"
"The girl," he pointed a shaking finger at Ginny, who smirked at Pettigrew's definition of 'helped'. "And the boy," he finished off.
"There was no boy, you idiot. What boy are you talking about?"
"Malfoy, Lord. Draco Malfoy."
Voldemort's face paled slightly before he snarled angrily and glared at Pettigrew.
"Go and stop him before it's too late!" he ordered, shaking his head to the door. Pettigrew obliged and bolted out the door as fast as his legs could carry him. Voldemort turned to Dumbledore who had just stood up.
"So, you thought you could trick me, did you, with your little Polyjuice potion on the old man trick. I knew all along, Dumbledore. Quirrell would never have had it in him to do such a thing like kill Dumbledore," he spoke the last word viciously, mocking it with his murderous tone. "Then you bring along a little girl here, someone who thinks she can stop me. Oh, I remember all you wrote in that diary of yours, you stupid little Weasley," he spat, turning to face Ginny.
"You'll never become anything in life. Your mother's dead, your father's a nut and you, well, I can imagine just what you'll become. Sink so low on the ego scale you won't be able to see up anymore."
Ginny glared at Voldemort and raised her wand, her eyes glittering with malice.
"Ginny, don't-" Ron began before Ginny interrupted him.
"Don't what? Kill the man who killed my mother, our mother? Who killed Harry's parents? Who kidnapped Draco's sister and drove his father to the brink of insanity?" she yelled, never taking her eyes of Voldemort. He pulled his lips back in a ferocious snarl and raised his wand to point it at Ginny's face. She glanced behind him at Dumbledore, who was edging closer towards Voldemort's back quietly. Voldemort saw her eyes flicker slightly and he spun around, a triumphant look on his face as Dumbledore stopped and raised his wand.
"So you'll do it at the same time, will you? I'm sure you'll just love the fact that it took so many of you to kill just one man," he laughed. With a quick spin of his heel, he kicked out at Ginny, knocking her wand out of her hand. It clashed to the floor, and her face, finally, took on a bit of fear. She quickly disguised it and knelt down slowly, keeping her gaze on him so as not to expose her back to him. Her fingers curled around the wand and she was just about to stand back up when there was a hurtling cry from the door. Pettigrew flew through the room, crashing into Voldemort who skidded along the floor before landing just below the window, only steps away from Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron both pulled out their wands and poised them at him. Ginny and Dumbledore moved in, closing the gap until the four of them surrounded him. His face showed no sign of fear at all, only mockery as he spoke.
"Take your time, don't hurry. I wouldn't want you to all kill me at once now, would I?" he said, his snake like eyes narrowed into slits.
"You might not, but we do," a voice said, again from nowhere. Harry spun his head around to see who it was that was speaking and Voldemort took the chance to grab him around the neck and hold him in front of him as a shield.
"Kill me and you kill the stupid Potter as well," Voldemort snarled. Harry twisted in Voldemort's arms, trying to free himself from the grip that Voldemort had around his neck. Just as Dumbledore, Ginny and Ron all faltered in their footsteps, their wands lowering slightly, there was a loud noise from behind them.
Draco walked into the room, his face covered in blood that was streaming down his face. He walked weakly, bent at the waist as though trying to stop the pain.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" he said, his eyes on Ginny. He didn't seem to see Voldemort or Harry standing at the window. Ginny lowered her eyes and shook her head slightly, to show that she really did not know why.
"I'm dying Ginny. And James is here trying to help Harry. I don't know what it is that is inside of me, Ginny, but you taught me something that I can't forget. You were right; my father never really loved me. He always loved Siria and she is the sister that I never knew. What am I going to live for now, Ginny? A mother that is eating her life away in grief, or a sister who doesn't even know who I am?"
Pettigrew made a small snuffling noise, but Draco seemed unaware as he continued.
"I saw her eyes, Ginny. They are so like mine, yet so different. There is no life in them at all. I can't see any flame that is supposed to be there. My mother once had passion for life and I'm sure my sister did too. Hell, even I did once, Ginny. But I can't do it. I can't live without Harry seeing what true family love is."
Harry looked up as Draco said his name. He'd had his eyes down awkwardly as Draco spoke to Ginny.
"So Harry, don't think I'm doing this because I consider you a friend or anything like that. Our families have hated each other for generations and that's the way it always will be. I'm not doing it for you, or for me. I'm doing it for James." Harry stared at him in undisguised confusion.
"Someone, I can't remember who, once said to me that death is like a door to a new life. It's like being reborn in a special way. And I think, now, that there was no way that person could have ever known what death was like. But, just moments ago, I realised that person was already dead. He had no heart. He'd given his life to Voldemort," Draco spat out the words. "I once thought that that was my destiny as well. But it's not. It doesn't matter what my father, or my grandfather, or my uncle or anyone else that always told me what to do said. I will never die for Voldemort. Never," he whispered the last words out hoarsely, as though his strength was weakening. The room was silent; even Voldemort stood quietly, his face, not showing any sarcasm, yet not showing any remorse at the same time.
"And James, I know you're in here. I know that you can hear every word that I have just said, even though you are trying to pretend for my sake that you haven't. So, I'm going to die James, die so that you can live and see your son and be happy."
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Draco could barely breathe as he stood there, feeling more and more like an idiot as he spoke to James, who was somewhere behind him. He didn't dare look at him, for fear that something that he might say would try to stop him. He forced himself to lean over and pick up the knife he'd slid into his pocket. He'd taken it from the kitchens just before he'd come here, racing down to the portrait of fruit. He knew, from the nightly visits that Dobby sometimes gave, where the kitchens were. He raised the knife above his head.
"Draco, don't!" Ginny yelled rushing forward. Dumbledore held her arm back.
"Draco, give me the knife. You can't be ashamed for what your father did. Just give me the knife," Dumbledore said. Draco shook his head and was extremely embarrassed as the tears began to flow down his face, the pain racking his body.
"I can hardly breathe. Do you really think I want to live like this, crippled and hurt for the rest of my life? I should have listened to Remus Lupin's advice when he wrote the letter. I should never have let my father's memory get to me. Never!" he yelled. He began to pull the knife down slowly towards his chest.
Don't do this Draco…
"Shut up, James!" he yelled, trying to stop James talking in his head, whispering.
Stop it. I don't want you to die for me…
James continued. Draco shook his head, trying to get the words out of his head, but even as he did, he could feel his strength weakening, the grip on the knife slipping as he gasped for breath.
Then, from the other side of the room, with a fierce yell, Voldemort pushed Harry forward, smashing the glass behind him. He jumped up onto the sill and cackled loudly.
"Never let a dying man's words distract you from your work," he said. "Believe me, and may hell freeze over if I'm telling a lie. I should know," with that, he jumped down, disappearing form their sight. They stood, rooted to the spot in surprise before Ron cursed as he'd never cursed before. Even Dumbledore's face was tight with anger; angry that Voldemort had gotten away, yet again. Harry was shaking his head angrily. He turned around and walked towards Draco. Just before he reached him, he tripped over Quirell's motionless body. He fell forward, landing on top of Draco, the knife between them.
Draco lay motionless, his eyes open, yet unblinking. He didn't move at all; he didn't blink, he didn't push Harry off roughly as he normally would've done. He didn't even breathe.
"My God, I killed him," Harry whispered.
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Draco never thought he'd felt such coldness ever before in his life. He could scarcely breathe; the coldness seemed to freeze his lungs along with every other part of his body. Where was he? Where was he going?
He looked around, his eyes wide and frightful. Was this death, was this the road to hell? Even though he'd decided that he didn't care where he went, he couldn't stop his heart flooding with intense fear. He didn't know what to feel. He looked up and opened his mouth, calling out, something that even he did not hear.
Is this what death feels like, he thought, a trip down an empty road of nothing forever and ever?
Just then, there was a sudden shaking around him, and he moved violently from side to side. His head rolled around and for a split second, he was just like the place around him; nothing. Then it stopped and he could see again, feel his hands moving as the warmth flowed back into him.
He was lying on something soft, something that he was sinking into. A shadow appeared before him, blocking out the warmth that had been let in. The atmosphere tensed as the figure spoke, the voice thick with menace.
"Son, you have let me down…"
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Harry jumped up, his face pale and pinched as he stared at the limp figure. Sure, he hated Draco and all, but he hadn't wanted to kill him.
"I-I killed him," he said again, this time more amazed than ever. He stepped backwards, his green eyes even brighter with his shock.
"No you didn't," Ginny mumbled.
"What would you know Ginny?" Ron snapped. "You are so stupid. Why did you come here anyway? Trying to get yourself killed, or something?"
"How can you be so heartless, Ron? Draco is lying dead, just metres away from you and all you can worry about is me. I can-" she was cut short by Dumbledore.
"It's alright, Ginny. You don't need to explain. Ron, and Harry too for that matter, will find out in due time. But first, we have to move Draco's body away."
"But, Professor, I killed him. What am I going to do?" Harry cried out stupidly.
"You didn't kill him Harry. He died before he hit the floor. As you can see, the knife didn't stab into him," Dumbledore stated. Harry stared down at the floor and realised he was right. The knife was unstained and lay awkwardly just centimetres away from Draco.
"I believe that one of us hasn't spoken yet," Harry looked around at Dumbledore's words, but he too had disappeared. "James, I think it's time that Harry saw you. I don't think any of us in this room would have wanted Draco to die in vain, now would we?"
Dumbledore smiled as James stepped forward, his black messy hair tousled and brown eyes glistening.
"Hello Harry."