Chapter 5: Hermione's Fate...?
Hermione was by the fireplace, and as Harry suspected, Draco was with her. But they weren't the only ones there. Lucius Malfoy was there also, assisting Draco in lifting Hermione's limp body onto the couch. After that, Lucius noticed Harry standing in the doorway, looking horrified.
"We meet again, Potter," Lucius had an evil, twisted grin on his face.
"W-what happened to her?" Harry sputtered, not wanting to hear the truth.
"Sorry, Potter, but your little Mudblood friend has passed on, all thanks to my son." Lucius continued smiling.
"S-she's not dead." Harry said, not wanting to believe it.
"Oh, but she is. She did put up quite a fight, though. Clever girl, she is. Or was, I guess."
"How did she—" Harry began, and then stopped because he couldn't say the rest.
Lucius seemed to know what he meant, however.
"Well, she managed to get our wands away from Draco and I, so it turned into a fistfight."
"Of course we won." Draco added, a glint in his eye.
Harry then knew why Hermione's body was covered in blood. The "Avada Kedavra" curse showed no effect of harm on the body, so he knew that was not how she died. Harry allowed the tears to come streaming down his face.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to have you forget whom it was who murdered this woman." Lucius raised his wand, Draco watching all the while.
"No. Never." Harry raised his wand also.
"Not a very good idea, Potter. Of course you understand I could easily kill you right now, but I promised the Dark Lord that he could do the honors." Lucius smirked as if imagining the possibility of Harry being dead.
"Well, Voldemort's not here, is he?" Harry said, trying to sound brave.
"Well, no, but I didn't expect you would be, either. Now, stand back, Draco, I have some unfinished business I must complete as soon as possible." Draco looked disappointed, but obeyed.
Lucius opened his mouth to say the spell, but it was a little too late.
"Expilliarmus!" a small but powerful voice shouted.
Lucius's wand came out of his hand and he was sent flying backward with a crash, knocking him unconscious.
The weak voice belonged to Hermione, who slowly spoke.
"I'm not dead yet."
Harry's face lit up at the same time Draco's darkened.
"No, I guess not, but you will be. Avada Kedavra!" Draco bellowed.
Harry tried to stop him, but...
Aren't you glad I left it at this?
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