A/N: Thanks Love-Power-Child & Eve Granger, I thought everyone would desert
me after the last chapter.
Summary: as before Disclaimer: ditto
The inhabitants of the street woke up. People found themselves slumped over whatever tasks they last recollected doing; it was as though they had all simultaneously fallen asleep. The street had been under a spell. Families exited their homes, confused, they speculated on what could have possibly happened. It was then they saw the body.
She had red hair; she was huddled in a ball, as if she had been in immense pain. People ran over to her, children were ordered to get back into the house, immediately. Someone knelt over; the girl was dead, definitely. There was a moment of confusion until someone took control; she was definitely a witch. No Muggle could enter this area, and it must have taken a very clever person to work out how to enter without the traps going off. Of course Lucius was a very clever man, in some respects.
Mad-Eye Moody was the first on the scene, he limped over to where Ginny was lying, shaking his head. "Poor girl, she never stood a chance." He observed the avenue. "Must have been five at least." Another Auror stood beside him, "Go find someone to tell Arthur, we've found his daughter."
* *
Harry and Hermione felt uncomfortable, they didn't know how to comfort Ron as he berated himself, "It's all my fault, I'm supposed to look after her." Hermione bit her lip. "It's just. that was MALFOY, and."
Professor Dumbledore looked down at the Gryffindor table. The trio were leaving, Ron had decided that he couldn't take the pressures of the endless questions. It was worse, Dumbledore reflected, that he had seen the Daily Prophet's front page before he'd received the letter. "Minerva, tell Mr. Weasley that he's to go and pack, no doubt his family will want him home." She nodded and walked out after them. "Severus? About young Mr. Malfoy" He was sitting at the Slytherin table, isolated.
"Professor, there's something you should know, after the attack Draco was taken to Malfoy Manor, this morning I found him wandering out there, quite lost, and most importantly, you have heard that Lucius is dead? He was found this morning, dead in his own dungeon."
Albus Dumbledore, knew how to read between the lines, he looked down at Draco again, could he be a murderer? He knew he didn't want to believe it, but you don't always get to choose what you believe.
*
Days and weeks passed, Ron returned to school. All of these events, classes, homework, hours, made no difference to Draco, he felt numb. But still, he continued on. Ploughing on through mists of anaesthetized states of mind. Until the time came.
The time did come, in Seventh Year, March.
Cautiously, Harry approached him. "Draco, I'm. going to find Voldemort." Draco nodded. "Are you coming?" Harry knew he could trust Draco, he wouldn't tell anyone he was leaving, because Draco hardly spoke these days.
It was unnerving, the silence in which they walked in. But when they were face to face with the Dark Lord himself, Draco changed. His rage became hot and angry as he allocated Unforgivables in a way that shocked Harry, and then, when Harry was up against Voldemort held in a perpetual stalemate with the two wand, Draco threw something to him, In parts in shone but in the crevices of the engraving, was a dark substance, like dried blood. Without thinking twice, Harry shoved it straight at Voldemort's heart. He was defeated. They were heroes.
Celebrations lit up the night's sky and Hermione ran outside to greet Harry, hugging and sobbing and declaring that he had no right to make her worry so much.
Draco looked at the couple, it made him feel empty inside, like his heart was hollow.
Ron ran over to Harry, congratulating him. Draco saw the red hair, and gripped the dagger in his hand; the engraved dragon digging into his skin.
ONE MORE CHAPTER ONLY ONE MORE!
Summary: as before Disclaimer: ditto
The inhabitants of the street woke up. People found themselves slumped over whatever tasks they last recollected doing; it was as though they had all simultaneously fallen asleep. The street had been under a spell. Families exited their homes, confused, they speculated on what could have possibly happened. It was then they saw the body.
She had red hair; she was huddled in a ball, as if she had been in immense pain. People ran over to her, children were ordered to get back into the house, immediately. Someone knelt over; the girl was dead, definitely. There was a moment of confusion until someone took control; she was definitely a witch. No Muggle could enter this area, and it must have taken a very clever person to work out how to enter without the traps going off. Of course Lucius was a very clever man, in some respects.
Mad-Eye Moody was the first on the scene, he limped over to where Ginny was lying, shaking his head. "Poor girl, she never stood a chance." He observed the avenue. "Must have been five at least." Another Auror stood beside him, "Go find someone to tell Arthur, we've found his daughter."
* *
Harry and Hermione felt uncomfortable, they didn't know how to comfort Ron as he berated himself, "It's all my fault, I'm supposed to look after her." Hermione bit her lip. "It's just. that was MALFOY, and."
Professor Dumbledore looked down at the Gryffindor table. The trio were leaving, Ron had decided that he couldn't take the pressures of the endless questions. It was worse, Dumbledore reflected, that he had seen the Daily Prophet's front page before he'd received the letter. "Minerva, tell Mr. Weasley that he's to go and pack, no doubt his family will want him home." She nodded and walked out after them. "Severus? About young Mr. Malfoy" He was sitting at the Slytherin table, isolated.
"Professor, there's something you should know, after the attack Draco was taken to Malfoy Manor, this morning I found him wandering out there, quite lost, and most importantly, you have heard that Lucius is dead? He was found this morning, dead in his own dungeon."
Albus Dumbledore, knew how to read between the lines, he looked down at Draco again, could he be a murderer? He knew he didn't want to believe it, but you don't always get to choose what you believe.
*
Days and weeks passed, Ron returned to school. All of these events, classes, homework, hours, made no difference to Draco, he felt numb. But still, he continued on. Ploughing on through mists of anaesthetized states of mind. Until the time came.
The time did come, in Seventh Year, March.
Cautiously, Harry approached him. "Draco, I'm. going to find Voldemort." Draco nodded. "Are you coming?" Harry knew he could trust Draco, he wouldn't tell anyone he was leaving, because Draco hardly spoke these days.
It was unnerving, the silence in which they walked in. But when they were face to face with the Dark Lord himself, Draco changed. His rage became hot and angry as he allocated Unforgivables in a way that shocked Harry, and then, when Harry was up against Voldemort held in a perpetual stalemate with the two wand, Draco threw something to him, In parts in shone but in the crevices of the engraving, was a dark substance, like dried blood. Without thinking twice, Harry shoved it straight at Voldemort's heart. He was defeated. They were heroes.
Celebrations lit up the night's sky and Hermione ran outside to greet Harry, hugging and sobbing and declaring that he had no right to make her worry so much.
Draco looked at the couple, it made him feel empty inside, like his heart was hollow.
Ron ran over to Harry, congratulating him. Draco saw the red hair, and gripped the dagger in his hand; the engraved dragon digging into his skin.
ONE MORE CHAPTER ONLY ONE MORE!