Chapter Sixteen: Fatal

"Malfoy!" Harry growled, gritting his teeth. "MALFOY, GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE BECAUSE I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" He shouted, banging at the invisible wall in front of him. "I SWEAR TO YOU MALFOY! YOU'LL PAY FOR ALL THIS!" I'd never seen Harry so enraged.

"Shut up, Potter. I'll deal with you when I'm good and ready. First, to you." He said, turning to Roxeanne and I.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" I asked in a threatening voice. I had never called him Malfoy before. It was always Draco... but Draco wasn't there anymore. This wasn't the boy I knew. This wasn't my friend. This was Malfoy. That disgusting name and that's what he was. He was Malfoy.

"I want you out of the way..." He told us. "Once and for all!"

"Oh really? Well how do you expect to do that, hmm? Incase you haven't noticed, you're outnumbered."

"Hmph. That won't stop me. You just wait."

"Oh, please!" I said. I had no idea where this sudden wave of bravery was coming from. Even Roxeanne and Harry were looking at me in amazement. I walked as close as I could get to him. "Bring your worst." I challenged.

"Krys, be careful." Harry warned me.

"C'mon Krystal. He's not worth it." Roxeanne tried to calm me down, but there was no stopping me now. I had crossed the line and I wasn't going back.

"Shush!" I snapped at them. "What's the matter? You're looking a bit pale, Malfoy."

"You have no idea what you're doing, Krystal." He told me. "You have no idea who you're dealing with. Harry would be dead now if it was up to me, and you'd be too. My orders, however, come from a much stronger power. I'm still amazed to see Harry alive, but I was able to get him once again. If your precious Potter can't even beat me, how do you expect to? Hmmm?!"

I just glared at him. His own stare was beating down on my eyes but I refused to let myself blink. It was almost as if the first person to blink was the loser. It was a staring contest... and I wouldn't lose again.

"You can't beat me Krystal. You know, this is your own fault."

"Leave them alone, Malfoy!" Harry shouted. "You don't want them - you want me. So leave them alone."

"It's your own damned fault that she's down here, you know." Malfoy recoiled.

"WHO'S TO BLAME FOR ALL THE STUPID THINGS I NEVER SAID?!" I hollered at him. "NONE OF THIS IS HARRY'S FAULT! DON'T LISTEN TO HIM HARRY!" I shouted. But Harry paid no attention to me.

"He's right." He whispered. "You're right, Malfoy." I saw a wide smile spread on Draco's face.

"NO! NO HARRY! DON'T SAY THAT!" I screeched. It was almost like Harry was surrendering to him by saying that.

"It's the truth. If- If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here." He told me.

"NO! Roxeanne! Roxeanne, help! Tell him he's wrong!" I begged of her.

"Harry, that's not true!" She shouted. "It's not your fault! None of it is!"

I turned to Draco, gritting my teeth. He was enjoying this. He had found Harry's weak point. Harry always blamed himself. "You know what else was your fault, Potter?" Harry looked away from Draco. He looked at me and I could see him asking for help.

"Stop it, Malfoy!" I said in a shaky voice. But he ignored me.

"Your mother." I let out a loud gasp. I heard the same from Roxeanne, standing behind me.

"You asshole." I whispered to him as I watched Harry. Harry's face drained of all color.

"Wh-What?" Harry asked.

"Harry - IGNORE HIM!"

"What did you say?" He asked again.

"That's right, Potter. Your mother. She died and it's your fault, you know." Harry stared at the floor. He wasn't blinking. I couldn't think of a thing to say. "Lord Voldemort wasn't after her. It was you. You and your father were who he was after. Your stupid mudblood of a mother could've lived if she hadn't tried to protect you." Harry fell to his knees.

I banged on the clear wall in front of me. "MALFOY! YOU'RE A LIAR! HARRY DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!" But my shouting wasn't helping at all. Harry's eyes were now red and glassy. He looked sick. "Harry, get up! DON'T LISTEN! THIS IS WHAT HE WANTS! NONE OF IT IS YOUR FAULT, HARRY!"

"And I've got a little surprise for you." Malfoy told Harry. Then he walked out of the room.

"Harry..." I started. Roxeanne stopped me. I just looked at him helplessly. Soon after, something draped down in the area between Harry's side of the room and our side. We couldn't see his side of the room anymore. "Harry?!" I called frantically. I didn't want to lose him again.

"Krys? Roxeanne? You guys okay?"

"Yeah! We're fine!" Roxeanne shouted back. "What is this?"

" I don't-" Harry's voice stopped.

"Harry?" I asked. "Harry?!" I banged on the wall ahead of us, although it was nearly impossible to see now. Whatever had draped through the middle of the room was also blocking out all the light from Harry's side. "Roxeanne, where are you?" I called to the back of the room.

"Right here." She told me. I felt a hand reach out and grab my robes. "That you?"

"Yeah. What's going on though? Harry?!" I called again. No answer. Only a few seconds later did we hear an ear piercing scream coming from Harry's side of the room.

"HARRY?!" Roxeanne and I both shouted. "HARRY! HARRY WHAT IS IT?!"

"No! St-Stay away!" I heard Harry's voice call. I had never heard him sound so scared. The whole room went cold. "E-E-Expec- Expecto patronum!" He shouted. "Expecto- Expecto patronum!"

"What's he doing?"

"I don't know."

"EXPECTO PATRONUM! EXPECTO-" I heard a loud thud. At first I thought Harry had collapsed but then I heard him speak again. He sounded weaker. "- p-patro- patronum! Expecto..." Whatever was behind the 'wall' with Harry must have been getting closer. "S-Stay back!" He croaked. "N-No... please..." I thought I heard him crying. "Mum?" He asked in a weak, somewhat frightened voice. "N-No. Expecto... patronum." He was speaking slower and slower and sounded even more frightened. "Mum... no! Expecto... patr-" And there was another, louder thud. I listened to hear for Harry's voice again, but he didn't speak.

There was silence until a loud, sucking noise was echoing through the walls. It sounded like a hissing vacuum sucking up only air. Roxeanne realized what was going on. "IT'S A DEMENTOR!"

"What?!"

"A DEMENTOR! STOP IT! IF WE DON'T STOP IT, IT'LL PERFORM THE KISS!"

"Are you sure?!" I screamed, panicking.

"I've heard them! In Azkaban! When I went to visit mum! THEY PERFORMED THE KISS! It was horrible! That poor man... no one deserves that! It's worse than death! STOP IT! Er... Think- THINK OF HAPPY THOUGHTS! It'll be attracted over this way! C'MON KRYSTAL! THINK HARD!"

Roxeanne would've known better than anyone what the Kiss would sound like. She visited her mum a few times every year in Azkaban. She used to tell me what it was like there and after she came back, it took her a few days to seem normal again. She told me how the people there were... driven insane by dementors. I never asked why her mother was there and she never brought it up. But for some one to receive the Kiss from a dementor most definitely was a fate worse than death and I wouldn't let that happen to Harry.

I thought of the happiest memory I had... the day I got my Hogwarts letter. That was definitely one of my happiest memories. I concentrated on it hard. "What was Harry saying? That... er... spell?"

"Expect patron?" She took a guess.

"Something like that... think... think... c'mon." The sucking noise was getting lower. "IT'S GOING FOR HIM! THINK OF YOUR HAPPY THOUGHT!" Before I could think of the spell that Harry was using, another voice had shouted it so loudly that it rang through my ears long after he finished saying it. A bright silver light shimmered through the room, mainly closer to Harry's side of the room. It took a strange shape and I couldn't really tell what it was.