It was a warm night, so I was outside, catching my breath when I
first heard the yells and noticed the green lights. I stood up, then knew
what was happening. Malfoy Manor was only a few miles from us, and the land
was very flat.
The aurours must have come upon them at last. I didn't pity them at all
then, our families hated each other. I actually wanted to watch, so I began
to run. Why, I don't know, I couldn't have run all the way there.... But I
wanted to see it so bad.
I saw it alright.
I had run a little ways when I saw someone running towards me.
It took me a moment before I knew it was Draco Malfoy. He was bloody and his hair was matted with the stuff. He was stumbling and obviously badly injured. He reached for me, and my elation at his family's fate turned to a bitter taste in my mouth. I caught him, and his body felt light, he reeked of blood and sweat.
"Please... he's dead... he's dead..." He whispered. After a moment, I realized he must have been speaking of Lucius. Tears fell down his face, and his blood soaked my hands... his blood was hot, burning hot.
"Please hide me." He begged. Then he looked at me, fear blossomed in his eyes and I wished I could have hidden him.... But it was too late. All at once, a wizard had come, and he dragged Draco from me without a word. As I watched, something told me I would never see him again.
I didn't.
The aurour took him away, and then that green light flashed, and I knew he was dead. I looked down at my hand, and his signet ring glared at me, bloody and betrayed. I trudged home in a daze of ice.
Now it has been months since that balmy summer night. I went back, hoping to find him miraculously alive.... A tall black robbed man was burying him. He was pale, and had long black hair. As I watched him lay the fallen dragon in the earth... it hit me.
He was only a child... the ones that I had always believed in had murdered him without a second thought.
I hate the ministry now... and no one ever speaks of the Malfoys, or how the 'heroes' wiped an entire family from the face of being. And no one speaks of poor Draco.... But I will remember him.... I'll never forget his hopeless face, or how he begged me to save him.
Goodbye Draco.
I saw it alright.
I had run a little ways when I saw someone running towards me.
It took me a moment before I knew it was Draco Malfoy. He was bloody and his hair was matted with the stuff. He was stumbling and obviously badly injured. He reached for me, and my elation at his family's fate turned to a bitter taste in my mouth. I caught him, and his body felt light, he reeked of blood and sweat.
"Please... he's dead... he's dead..." He whispered. After a moment, I realized he must have been speaking of Lucius. Tears fell down his face, and his blood soaked my hands... his blood was hot, burning hot.
"Please hide me." He begged. Then he looked at me, fear blossomed in his eyes and I wished I could have hidden him.... But it was too late. All at once, a wizard had come, and he dragged Draco from me without a word. As I watched, something told me I would never see him again.
I didn't.
The aurour took him away, and then that green light flashed, and I knew he was dead. I looked down at my hand, and his signet ring glared at me, bloody and betrayed. I trudged home in a daze of ice.
Now it has been months since that balmy summer night. I went back, hoping to find him miraculously alive.... A tall black robbed man was burying him. He was pale, and had long black hair. As I watched him lay the fallen dragon in the earth... it hit me.
He was only a child... the ones that I had always believed in had murdered him without a second thought.
I hate the ministry now... and no one ever speaks of the Malfoys, or how the 'heroes' wiped an entire family from the face of being. And no one speaks of poor Draco.... But I will remember him.... I'll never forget his hopeless face, or how he begged me to save him.
Goodbye Draco.
