Suddenly all the lights went out, at the same the doors of the Great Hall flew open. We broke away in fright. All the tables flew against the walls and smashed. In the middle of the Great Hall stood. Voldemort himself, locked in a duel with Harry, a great ring of fire around them. Ron, Hermione and Ginny dodged spells while casting their own. Deatheaters swarmed around fire, shouting and swearing at the students and the Order members who stormed through the opposite door. For a moment we simply stood, watching the commotion as if it wasn't real.
A spell slammed into the stone above that doorway under which we stood and we were jerked back to reality. I grabbed Draco's hand and made to run into the Great Hall.
'We have to do something!' I cried.
But he didn't move. He hesitated, then turned to face me.
'I'm not helping you' he said.
Once again I felt betrayal wash over me and I numbly watched Draco dropped my hand and ran into the Great Hall, taking up his place in the circle of Deatheaters. Then I heard my father's voice, yell. He and Lucius were in one corner dueling. What I had suspected was now confirmed. I knew who killed my mother.'
Without another moments hesitation I ran towards them, wild with rage, cursing the Malfoy family.
'Get back!' my father screamed, dodging a cure that was shot towards him.
He pushed my roughly out of the way and I crashed into a pile of broken tables. I quickly steadied myself, ignoring the splinters piercing my palm, and looked up. To my horror my father had collapsed to his knees, his wand lying just out of reach. Without any further thought I sent the first the first curse that came to my lips.
Lucius flew backwards, colliding with Goyle. I ran to where my father's wand lay, and threw it to him. I was shocked by the expression on his face when he caught it, anger, darkness, revenge, grief. I knew what he was going to do, avenge my mother. I felt a grim triumph.
'For Maria!' he shouted and said the two most terrible words I'd ever heard him say 'Avada Kedavra'.
At the same time I was pushed forwards by the force of another spell, from someone behind me. I fell to the ground, engulfed in what felt like ice, and blacked out.
I woke up a few minutes later, still lying on the blood soaked floor of the Great Hall. My father was kneeling next to me, tears streaming down his cheeks.
'We did it' he whispered, 'we killed the bastard together'.
I sat up painfully and looked around the room. Other than Lucius who still lay where he had been killed, there were no other Deatheaters to be seen. Harry stood in the centre, wand still raised, frozen in shock and not responding to Madam Pompfrey or Professor Dumbledore. Next to him was a small crowed standing around someone who lay on the floor.
When I finally made my way over, a pushed through the crowed, but stopped in horror when I saw who it was that lay on the ground, dying.
Madam Pompfrey crouched over Draco, trying to make him drink a blood red potion. I knelt at his other side. Draco stopped resiting Madam Pompfrey and looked up at me. I didn't know what to say.
'You won again' he said weakly. 'But then, you always did everytime we played anything. Hide and Seek, Quidditch, Gobstones…'
'Not always' I whispered, my eyes filling up with tears.
'I'm sorry for the things I've said. I didn't mean them' Draco coughed horribly and I could see that his strength was leaving him, fast. 'We could have been friends but I didn't know if I should… if I could'.
'It's ok, I know'.
'Eat lots of croissants… from the Slytherin table' he smiled weakly as his eyes drooped shut.
At this I stood up shakily and turned away 'Goodbye Draco'.
'Voldemort…' I heard him moan 'I ser- served… you…'
I shot my eyes and stumbled forwards. The crowed parted for me and no sooner had I reached the open, a sigh went through the crowd I heard Madam Pompfrey's voice.
'He's dead'.
That was when I let all the emotions in my heart overtake me. I fell to the floor sobbing and felt as though I couldn't stop. The sweet-natured blond haired boy who had always said that he would become the driver of the Knight Bus when he grew up, was dead, just like my mother.
In the ten years that I hadn't seen him, Draco had become just like his father, he believed in Voldemort's gospel, he hated Harry Potter and had proved himself in the end, to be a Deatheater. He had died, trying to kill us and I hated him for it. But then I remembered his kind words just a few hours ago.
I wasn't sure how I should have been feeling at that point, and I still don't know. But I do know that nothing could have change Draco Malfoy, but I knew I had dented that… Malfoyness just slightly but sadly, not enough to make him see what I saw.
I didn't pay any attention to the people around me as I wept for the death my childhood friend, for even though I had only known him for a few years, he did influenced me more than I even knew.
My friend, a Deatheater's Son.
The End
Author' Note: Oh man, I was in a really tragic mood when I wrote this chapter. I hope I didn't completely ruin the story. Once again, thanks for all the reviews and I hoped you enjoyed reading my first fanfiction.