A/N: This is my last chapter, folks! Didn't really see any point writing anything after this (ahahaha…bet you're wondering what that implied) and besides, I've moved on to another story (where Draco can be good and no one will complain!)
Disclaimer: Anything to do with Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I have only provided the plot, and any unfamiliar terms are mine.
A/N: Contrary to previous chapters, I will have my thanks list before the chapter:
WildfireFriendship: Oh ok, thanks! Do they have a name for a guy type Mary Sue fic?
Dragon: Well, this isn't exactly soon, but…anyway, enjoy!
Exwhyzed: This is the last chapter, so no more cliffhangers!
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Rena Lupin: Well, you're gonna find out if he dies soon enough!
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Dragon aaaagirl: Weell…lacarne extirpate's a made up word :P I got lacarne from the Harry Potter movies (lacarne inflammare…Hermione setting Snape's cloak on fire) Wait, I might have gotten extirpate from the dictionary…I forget. So basically there isn't really a meaning, but the purpose of the spell is to make that person 'relive all the pain he has caused his victims' and, in Voldy's case, that's a lot of pain!
Shania Maxwell: Thanks…I didn't really update this quick, but I had exams…which are over now, thank goodness!
Chapter 12: Lacarne Extirpate/Finale
Draco's spell---or curse---was much stronger tan Voldemort's. It cancelled Voldemort's curse completely and without even altering its course, slammed right into the Dark Lord's face.
An unearthly scream filled the air. Draco blasted the Death-Eaters to the wall, covered his ears. It was no use. The terrible screams met them anyway.
It was terrible, watching Lord Voldemort feel all the pain he had caused his victims, including Draco himself. If he could, he would have disappeared from the place, but he had to make sure that Voldemort was well and truly dead. Dumbledore had also told him to round up the Death-Eaters.
Better do that now.
Fortunately for Draco, the Death-Eaters were so shocked, so in the dark about what was happening to their beloved Master that none of them had attempted to flee. Draco quickly performed the Anti-Disapparation Jinx on them and put them into a huge cage. Then he broke all their wands. Waste of good wood, he thought absent-mindedly.
Draco sat down on the floor, turned a weary eye to Voldemort. Everything else he needed to do had to be done after the spell had finished its work, even though Voldemort appeared to be dead, even though he had no pulse.
The screams were terrible. They shook Draco down to his very core, sent shivers up and down his spine. He could not understand how anyone could enjoy hearing someone scream. Draco squeezed his eyes shut, wishing the curse would finish quickly and kill Voldemort. He wished he was a million miles away, listening to some music instead of screams. No, don't wish that, otherwise it'll come true.
So Draco waited. He brought his knees up and hugged them, resting his head on them. He did not look at Voldemort, nor did he close his eyes. He found some point on the floor to look at instead, but through the corners of his eyes the Dark Lord was screaming in agony.
Suddenly the screams stopped. Draco's head snapped up to look at Voldemort, to make sure he was dead. He wasn't.
What?! (A/N: Author is reminded of jap anime: Nani?! :P Yes, don't mind me, just get on with the story…)
Draco made to get up, but a sudden pain, as if he were on fire, hit his entire body. Draco screamed.
His scream was mingled with that of another, not that Draco cared or noticed at that moment. All he knew and cared about was that he had failed, Voldemort was still alive, he would not stop torturing him until he was dead and that he wanted to get the hell out of there. Before his body could react to the 'get out of there' part however, the pain stopped.
Draco lifted his head, his entire body shaking, expecting to see the Dark Lord towering over him but he did not. Instead he saw a slumped up figure in black robes.
Slowly, knowing he was going to collapse very soon, Draco crawled over to Voldemort. With trembling hands he turned the body so that it would be facing him. Draco made a knife appear out of nowhere, muttered a few well chosen words, then thrust it deep into Voldemort's heart. Black blood gushed out like a river.
Draco dropped the knife. It clattered to the floor. Summoning up the last of his strength Draco made Dumbledore appear beside him before he fell into blackness.
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Draco opened his eyes. The soft green covers about him told him that he was in his own bed, in his own room in the Manor. He knew, without looking, just sensing with a new-found awareness, that there were three people in the room with him.
Is everything over? Fatigue took away the ability to speak.
"Yes," Dumbledore said. "You were very brave to go and face him alone."
Very brave and stupid. Draco shifted under the bed covers. His body still ached. And the fatigue was overpowering.
"The point is that you're safe and sound and You-Know-Who is gone. Completely gone. We're very proud of you," Lucius said.
Narcissa kissed her son's forehead. "Very proud. And you gave us such a fright! When Dumbledore appeared with you…you were barely breathing."
Draco gave a weak smile.
"Thanks to you, we've also rounded up a lot of Death-Eaters, and your father has provided the Ministry with more names to go on," Dumbledore said.
What about father?
"I'm not going anywhere," his father said.
"Oh, that reminds me," Dumbledore said. "Do you remember your suggestion about having Harry, Ron and hermione over at your manor for the rest of the holidays? Well, as the holidays aren't over yet, and Voldemort is gone, I have considered your suggestion and am in favour of it. Harry, Ron and Hermione will be arriving tomorrow." He smiled at the look of horror that had appeared on Draco Malfoy's face.
A/N: There! The last chapter of this story! Wow, that was really short, huh? About as short as my prologue! Oh, and before people start reviewing me to tell me that Harry, not Draco will kill Voldemort, I wrote this before the fifth book came out, and therefore had no idea about the prophecy.
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