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A/n: I know I said days, but I caved. I live to write, I write to live. I might as well finish this up before an angry mob beats down my house demanding the ending.

Chapter 6: Certain Tragedy

Just when things were finally sorted out between Angelina and Fred, the Malfoys turn up, Draco hanging in back, Lucius looking malicious. It was now ten pm, and the spell would be done in a mere two hours.

"Let's just get this over with. I have places to be." Luicius growled.

"NO!" came simultaneous screams from, of all people, Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy. Draco came forward.

"You can't kill them for some stupid accident that happened years ago! What's wrong with you?" Draco asked sadly. Mr. Malfoy stepped back as if slapped. Draco never stood up to him.

"He's right. Isn't there some way you can undo this?" Ginny asked pleadingly. Mr. Malfoy was now utterly confused, but, no matter how much evidence disproved it, he loved his son. He sighed.

"The dimorgue spell is cast after there is a great loss of blood." He began, only to be interrupted by Molly Weasley.

"Great loss, my foot! It was a little scratch." Mr. Malfoy looked completely thrown off.

"I'm sorry, but the first cut is always the deepest, and that was Draco's first. He's been dying all of these years also, but because of me." And though Draco shot his father warning looks, Lucius continued.

"Draco is a lonely child. He's been so intimidated by me that he's afraid of the world. He has no friends, and bullies others to hide all of the hurt and fear."

"What does that have to do with the spell?!" Oliver Wood cried out angrily. Mr. Malfoy glared at him.

"I'm getting to it. Draco's cut, it was the deepest, whether truly or metaphorically. When someone loses a large amount of blood, there are two ways the damage can be repaired. There can be death, or there can be new skin." Mr. Malfoy was now receiving blank looks from the entire group.

"New skin." Mr. Malfoy repeated urgently. "A friend for Draco, new flesh, someone true, could mend the spell."

The group racked their minds. It was ten minutes to midnight. A friend for Draco? Who on earth was that lonely, that desperate? The minutes passed by, and midnight came, showering the yard with a brilliant white light.

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A/n: What a nice short chapter. I'm getting worn out, but I'll continue. Come on, review! It gives me strength to carry on!