=====Draco=====
We stared as the Dark Lord smirked. He made a gesture toward all the other hooded people behind him. They all lowered their hoods. Weasley gasped. "Death Eaters" Potter whispered. "Gee, you think?" I whispered back. He didn't have a chance to reply though. I scanned the people behind him, and I was a bit taken aback when I saw my father there. Sure, I knew he was a Death Eater since before I was even born. But hey, he's my dad after all. And besides, he keeps on saying that he was just under the Imperius curse.
But I gasped when I saw who were the two cloaked figures beside Lord Voldemort. It was Crabbe and Goyle. I tried to stand up but Potter and Weasley pulled me down. "Stay low. They might see us," Potter said. "Hey...is that Crabbe and Goyle?" Weasley asked. "No...that's a Dementor and that's a Hippogriff. Of course it's Crabbe and Goyle you dimwit! Do you know anyone else as enormous as those thugs?" I replied annoyingly.
"I was just asking Malfoy," he answered back coldly. "Well it's not really helping our situation now is it?" I said. Unfortunately I raised my voice a tad too much. Good thing the Death Eaters were quite far. "Your attitude isn't helping either. What's up with you?" Potter asked. I sighed heavily. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm just...worried," I answered.
"Well, you're not the only one" Potter replied. We watched in silence for a few more minutes. Then, without warning, the Dark Lord suddenly waved his wand. Wind suddenly blew on my face. I shielded my eyes to see what was going on. My jaw dropped.
Above the lake, slowly appearing out of nowhere, were the Muggle borns, floating horizontally and surrounded by green light. They all looked unconscious. My eyes grew round. Right in the middle was Hermione. "Are these all of them?" a cold, sort of faraway voice asked. I focused on Lord Voldemort. His face was filled with disgust. "Y-yes my Lord" a short man squeaked. "Wormtail" Potter murmured. "Excuse me? Who?" I asked.
"Shhhhh..." Weasley hushed. "Why didn't you get Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked. The Death Eaters looked at each other, confused. "Sire, you only asked us to get the filthy Muggle Borns" One of them said, "You did not tell us to get Harry Potter." There was silence. Then, the Dark Lord laughed. "I see. At least I have some good and bad news for you, Avery. The good news is..." he stopped. He suddenly lifted his head and sniffed the air.
"Someone is observing us," he stated. All three of us tensed. The Dark Lord raised his wand. Almost immediately, Weasley shielded his face and Potter backed away a few inches. I closed my eyes and prepared for the worse. And as predicted, the Dark Lord pointed his wand at us. It was like holding a Portkey. An invisible force pulled me forward. Potter and Weasley did the same.
We kept on walking until we reached the bank of the lake. Suddenly the pulling stopped. I staggered. Weasley almost bent double. Potter managed to keep his feet on the ground. Voldemort sneered. "Well then. I guess the good news is...Potter delivered himself to us" he grinned maliciously. Potter kept silent. Weasley tried to keep a straight face, but he rocked backward and forward and looked like the old house elf we used to own. I kept my face impassive.
Then, the worse came. My dad stepped forward. "Draco?" he asked. All eyes turned to me. Even Potter and Weasley turned to face me. Lord Voldemort's sinister grin faded. "Lucius," he said sharply, "What is this? Is that your son?" My father nodded slowly. "Yes, my lord" he answered.
The Dark Wizard's expression hardened. "You should be ashamed of him Lucius. Taking the side of good and staying by Harry Potter's side. It's simply unbearable. Talk some sense into him," he said. My father lowered his hood. "Draco. Stop this nonsense and come here," he demanded.
I stood there in silence for a few minutes until I gave him my answer. "No" I replied firmly. Weasley's jaw dropped. Potter nearly smiled. My father's eyes widened with shock. "Do not be foolish, boy! Come here now if you know what's good for you!" he yelled. I frowned. "I know what's good for me alright! I know what you've been doing to all those innocent people! Why should I be ashamed of myself? I'm just protecting our fellow human beings!" I answered.
"They may be human beings you stupid boy, but they are still filthy, unworthy Muggles!" he replied. I glared at him. "So that's the way you think then. Just because they don't have magic in their blood, they're inferior. They're below you. I should have known" I was shaking so hard with fury that I had to look away to avoid my father's stare. He suddenly looked pleased. "That's it Draco. Just walk away from these idiots. Just come slowly..." he urged.
My temper rose. "SO THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK ISN'T IT? THAT I'M JUST GOING TO WALK AWAY THAT EASILY? I thought you said you knew me better than you new yourself. Well guess what. You're wrong. I'll never join you. I'll never surrender. I'll never forgive you" I finished, every word a great effort because I could hardly keep my voice to stop shaking.
"Be reasonable boy—" my father argued, but the Dark Lord interrupted him. "Oh Lucius, It is you who ought to be reasonable. Do not force the boy if he chooses to commit suicide by doing this" the Dark Lord said, laughing mercilessly. My temper rose again. "Oh, committing suicide am I? Ooohh...we'll see. We'll see who succeeds," I said quietly.
The Dark Lord laughed. "Brave young lad you've got there Lucius. Or is it only foolishness?" he said coldly. My father said nothing. He was glaring at me. There was a moment's silence. Then he finally spoke. "Tell me, Draco, what have I done wrong? In the past seventeen years that I have raised you, fed you, and gave you shelter, tell me honestly, what in Merlin's beard have I done wrong?"
He was frowning. But that didn't stop me from raising my voice. "Done wrong? DONE WRONG?! You want to know what you've been doing wrong? Okay I'll tell you nice, long, and slowly, okay? YOU HAVE BEEN THE LOUSIEST FATHER ANYONE WOULD'VE EVEN DREAMT OF!" I answered. He was shaking with rage again.
"So," he began, "I have not been a good father. Well, Draco, you haven't exactly been a dream either. In fact, it has been a nightmare living with someone as...embarrassing. I am ashamed of ever being related to a person as presumptuous as you" he finished. The Dark Lord was now beside himself with glee. He was smiling in what seemed to be the most sinister way imaginable.
"Well then. Now that we have our...uh...issues straight, I think the time has come for us to begin the war we have so carefully planned"
I ducked as a jet of green light swooped past me. We were resting behind a thorn bush. Potter was panting beside me. Weasley was lying sprawled on the ground. "There is absolutely no positive way for us to defeat them," Weasley groaned. We lay there for a few minutes. Suddenly, Potter sat bolt upright. "Yes there is," he said quietly. Weasley and I turned to look at him. "Are you serious?" I asked. He nodded.
"Ron," he croaked, "remember in Defense Against the Dark Arts? The Impedimentus Curse?" Weasley looked as though Christmas came early. "Great idea Harry! With three of us, it's a piece of cake!" he whispered excitedly. I snorted. "Never heard of it," I murmured. Both of them turned to face me. "What? Didn't Professor McKinnon ever teach you that?" Potter asked. I shook my head.
"It's self explanatory," Weasley said, "Just say Impedimentus and poof your opponent, or, in this case, opponents, will totally freeze. In short, it's a much stronger Impediment jinx" he finished. I frowned. "Are you sure that's enough to stop the Dark Lord?" I asked him. He shrugged. "Look, if a basic spell like Expelliarmus can work against him, then why shouldn't a jinx that can knock down ten people at once stop him?" Potter said wearily.
"Good point, but don't blame me if we get ourselves killed" I said, standing up. "How do you cast it?" I added. "Impedimentus!" Weasley shouted, knocking down about several Death Eaters ahead of us. "Oh..."I said. Soon, the three of us seemed to be winning. Only five Death Eaters were left. I smirked. "Well, who should do the honors?" I asked them mischievously. Weasley sneered. "I've had my fair share, thanks" he replied coolly. "And so have I. You do the honors Malfoy. Your father's one of them anyway" Potter remarked, jerkin his thumb toward the cowering Death Eaters.
"Suit yourselves" I shrugged. "IMPEDIMENTUS!" I yelled. The five Death Eaters were thrown back and landed about ten feet from were they stood. After a bit of struggling, they suddenly freezed. "Bulls eye!" Potter yelled. "Bull what?!" Weasley cried. "Never mind" Potter laughed. I shook my head and froze. Where was Voldemort?
"Hey, where's Voldemort?" I said, in a voice that was barely a whisper. The two of them stood still. They had this horrified expression on their faces. "I haven't seen him..." Weasley said. "So have I" Potter added.
"Looking for me?" a cold, pitiless voice said behind me. I turned around and saw the most terrifying eyes I've ever seen. His pale skin glowed under the moonlight. I took a few steps back. "I gave you fair warning, boy. But like I said, you are a fool" he said. But before I could react, he waved his wand and one by one, all the Muggle borns came falling down into the dark, cold waters of the lake. "Let's see you try to save your little muggle born friends now, shall we?" he sneered.
"Hermione!! NOOOOOOO!!!!" I cried out, as Hermione fell into the swirling black abyss of the lake. I turned around. Voldemort was still standing there, with a triumphant expression on his face. I took out my wand. But before I could cast a spell, Potter came up behind me and held me by the arm. "No Malfoy. I'll deal with him. Help Ron" And he pushed me back.
I stepped back furiously, but to my astonishment, they were gone. "What the—?" I said. "MALFOY! A LITTLE HELP IS APPRECIATED!" Weasley yelled. I turned around. Weasley was attempting to pull the muggle borns out of the water. I pulled myself together and went down to help him. Unfortunately, Weasley couldn't swim so he just waded by the water's edge. I was left with the dirty work. I went back and forth, until finally I pulled the last floating person onto the bank. Or so I thought.
"Where's Hermione?" I asked, my voice shaking either from cold or nerve. Weasley froze. All the other muggle borns were stirring, and most of them we've advised to go back in the castle immediately. Only a few were left sitting there, but not one of them was Hermione. I furiously turned around and scanned the lake. A cloud obstructed the moon. I couldn't see a thing. I squinted and looked carefully. A ripple seemed to be coming from the opposite bank...from a floating black figure...HERMIONE!
I dived into the murky waters. I swam with all of what was left of my energy. I reached her and turned her around to face me. She wasn't breathing. I held her by the waist and made my way back to the opposite bank. Thank god all the remaining muggle borns have fled from fright. Unluckily though, Weasley had volunteered to escort a pale looking first year to the castle, along with a few others. Bad timing to leave in this situation, but he said he'd be back. "Oh crap..." I cried. Green light was radiating somewhere near the gazebo. Suddenly, the Dark Lord and Potter reappeared out of nowhere.
"GIVE IT UP BOY!" Voldemort screamed. "NEVER!" Potter yelled back. I admired his determination and bravery. Voldemort's eyes flashed red for a split second, but turned ghostly green a moment later. They aimed their wands at each other and a blinding green and red light erupted from each. Red flowed out of Potter's, green from Voldemort's. They merged in the middle, and a strange technicolored thread connected the two wands.
I turned my attention from the battle to the precious person in my arms. Her face was pale and her chest wasn't rising. "Hermione" I whispered. "Wake up, Hermione. Can you hear me?" I whispered, a little more loudly. She didn't move. "Hermione! Come on don't give up on me!" I said.
Still no movement. "NO! HERMIONE! Don't do this to me! NO!!" I shouted. The two were still too busy to give me their attention. I held her more tightly. I knew from the touch of her cold lips on my cheek that she didn't survive the fall, much less the water. "NO...come back to me..." I sobbed. "I need you..." I whispered, as I buried my face in the nape of her neck. Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes, and I didn't bother to stop them.
But then, I was holding onto...nothing. I looked up to see that Voldemort had apparated in the gazebo, Hermione lying on the floor. Potter was lying down on the ground. His right leg was injured. He was looking up in pain. Voldemort gave a cold, high, mirthless laugh. "You think you could defeat me boy. Well...you are wrong" His voice turned deadly, and the tip of his wand was conjuring what looked like the beginnings of the Avada Kedavra curse.
I ran to Potter's side and put up a highly effective shield just in time. I saw it in one of my father's books. Illegal, yes, but effective nevertheless. "YOU! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU, BOY!" Voldemort screeched. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER?" I yelled, pointing at Hermione. Voldemort merely laughed. "YOU'VE KILLED HER!" I shouted, and sent a strong disarming spell. He sent it away with a wave of his wand. Potter's eyes widened. "WHAT?" he shouted.
"Killed her? Haha, you're not a fool after all. You're a blind idiot. Don't you see the effects of the Draught of Living Death when you see it? I fed it to your little friend because I knew that she was one of the few remaining people Potter was willing to rescue...and to risk dying for" Voldemort answered. I stood there, unwilling to move. Draught of Living Death? Of course...pale face, seemingly cold, may seem barely breathing...but still...alive.
I jumped into action. "LET HER GO!" I demanded. Potter was standing on his good leg. His wand was hidden in the cloak of his robes. "Magnificus Spell" Potter whispered to me. "What?" I whispered back. "Magnificus Spell! Expelliarmus!" he whispered back urgently. Of course...Expelliarmus is a very good defense spell but magnified ten times and performed by two people, it can prove deadly. I nodded slowly.
"Let her go? Dear boy, you think after all this I will just let her go?" Voldemort laughed. "No, but maybe after THIS" Potter said. He nodded. We took out our wands together. "MAGNIFICUS EXPELLIARMUS!" we said in chorus. The Dark Lord's eyes widened. "NO!" he cried. The spell hit him straight in the chest. The moment it touched him, it spread throughout his body in the form of emerald green flame. "NO!!" He screamed.
His eyes glared at us. His body was slowly turning into ash. I stared back frighteningly. Before his torso was engulfed in the flames, he performed one last spell. "INCENDIO!" And the fire drowned out his voice. But the threat wasn't over yet. Before our eyes, the whole gazebo burst into flames.
"HERMIONE!!" I shouted. "Get her! I'll try to tame the fire!" Potter yelled. But this seemed impossible. The flames were ten feet high. I frantically ran around the gazebo. I couldn't see a suitable entrance. It was surrounded.
I felt my robes for my wand, but I couldn't find it. I searched every inch, but I felt nothing. "My wand's missing!" I said out loud. Potter looked at me with a disbelieving expression. "WHAT? What the hell could've happened to it?!" he yelled. "NO TIME!" I yelled back. To his surprise, and to my astonishment, I jumped in without thinking. "MALFOY! ARE YOU NUTS? THAT ROOF CAN COLLAPSE ANY SECOND!" he shouted, but I didn't care.
I landed on the gazebo's wooden floor. I looked up and saw Hermione there, still unconscious from the potion. Suddenly, I heard Weasley's voice. "MALFOY! JUST GET HERMIONE AND GET OUT OF THERE! WE CAN'T CONTROL THE FIRE ANYMORE! THE ROOF IS GONNA FALL ON YOU!"
I looked up. He was right. I ran to Hermione's side. The roof was coming down, inch by inch. I scooped her up in my arms and ran to where Potter and Weasley had managed to create a small passage. Potter took her in his arms but before I could get out myself, pain spread in my body like wildfire and I blacked out as the roof fell on me.
We stared as the Dark Lord smirked. He made a gesture toward all the other hooded people behind him. They all lowered their hoods. Weasley gasped. "Death Eaters" Potter whispered. "Gee, you think?" I whispered back. He didn't have a chance to reply though. I scanned the people behind him, and I was a bit taken aback when I saw my father there. Sure, I knew he was a Death Eater since before I was even born. But hey, he's my dad after all. And besides, he keeps on saying that he was just under the Imperius curse.
But I gasped when I saw who were the two cloaked figures beside Lord Voldemort. It was Crabbe and Goyle. I tried to stand up but Potter and Weasley pulled me down. "Stay low. They might see us," Potter said. "Hey...is that Crabbe and Goyle?" Weasley asked. "No...that's a Dementor and that's a Hippogriff. Of course it's Crabbe and Goyle you dimwit! Do you know anyone else as enormous as those thugs?" I replied annoyingly.
"I was just asking Malfoy," he answered back coldly. "Well it's not really helping our situation now is it?" I said. Unfortunately I raised my voice a tad too much. Good thing the Death Eaters were quite far. "Your attitude isn't helping either. What's up with you?" Potter asked. I sighed heavily. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm just...worried," I answered.
"Well, you're not the only one" Potter replied. We watched in silence for a few more minutes. Then, without warning, the Dark Lord suddenly waved his wand. Wind suddenly blew on my face. I shielded my eyes to see what was going on. My jaw dropped.
Above the lake, slowly appearing out of nowhere, were the Muggle borns, floating horizontally and surrounded by green light. They all looked unconscious. My eyes grew round. Right in the middle was Hermione. "Are these all of them?" a cold, sort of faraway voice asked. I focused on Lord Voldemort. His face was filled with disgust. "Y-yes my Lord" a short man squeaked. "Wormtail" Potter murmured. "Excuse me? Who?" I asked.
"Shhhhh..." Weasley hushed. "Why didn't you get Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked. The Death Eaters looked at each other, confused. "Sire, you only asked us to get the filthy Muggle Borns" One of them said, "You did not tell us to get Harry Potter." There was silence. Then, the Dark Lord laughed. "I see. At least I have some good and bad news for you, Avery. The good news is..." he stopped. He suddenly lifted his head and sniffed the air.
"Someone is observing us," he stated. All three of us tensed. The Dark Lord raised his wand. Almost immediately, Weasley shielded his face and Potter backed away a few inches. I closed my eyes and prepared for the worse. And as predicted, the Dark Lord pointed his wand at us. It was like holding a Portkey. An invisible force pulled me forward. Potter and Weasley did the same.
We kept on walking until we reached the bank of the lake. Suddenly the pulling stopped. I staggered. Weasley almost bent double. Potter managed to keep his feet on the ground. Voldemort sneered. "Well then. I guess the good news is...Potter delivered himself to us" he grinned maliciously. Potter kept silent. Weasley tried to keep a straight face, but he rocked backward and forward and looked like the old house elf we used to own. I kept my face impassive.
Then, the worse came. My dad stepped forward. "Draco?" he asked. All eyes turned to me. Even Potter and Weasley turned to face me. Lord Voldemort's sinister grin faded. "Lucius," he said sharply, "What is this? Is that your son?" My father nodded slowly. "Yes, my lord" he answered.
The Dark Wizard's expression hardened. "You should be ashamed of him Lucius. Taking the side of good and staying by Harry Potter's side. It's simply unbearable. Talk some sense into him," he said. My father lowered his hood. "Draco. Stop this nonsense and come here," he demanded.
I stood there in silence for a few minutes until I gave him my answer. "No" I replied firmly. Weasley's jaw dropped. Potter nearly smiled. My father's eyes widened with shock. "Do not be foolish, boy! Come here now if you know what's good for you!" he yelled. I frowned. "I know what's good for me alright! I know what you've been doing to all those innocent people! Why should I be ashamed of myself? I'm just protecting our fellow human beings!" I answered.
"They may be human beings you stupid boy, but they are still filthy, unworthy Muggles!" he replied. I glared at him. "So that's the way you think then. Just because they don't have magic in their blood, they're inferior. They're below you. I should have known" I was shaking so hard with fury that I had to look away to avoid my father's stare. He suddenly looked pleased. "That's it Draco. Just walk away from these idiots. Just come slowly..." he urged.
My temper rose. "SO THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK ISN'T IT? THAT I'M JUST GOING TO WALK AWAY THAT EASILY? I thought you said you knew me better than you new yourself. Well guess what. You're wrong. I'll never join you. I'll never surrender. I'll never forgive you" I finished, every word a great effort because I could hardly keep my voice to stop shaking.
"Be reasonable boy—" my father argued, but the Dark Lord interrupted him. "Oh Lucius, It is you who ought to be reasonable. Do not force the boy if he chooses to commit suicide by doing this" the Dark Lord said, laughing mercilessly. My temper rose again. "Oh, committing suicide am I? Ooohh...we'll see. We'll see who succeeds," I said quietly.
The Dark Lord laughed. "Brave young lad you've got there Lucius. Or is it only foolishness?" he said coldly. My father said nothing. He was glaring at me. There was a moment's silence. Then he finally spoke. "Tell me, Draco, what have I done wrong? In the past seventeen years that I have raised you, fed you, and gave you shelter, tell me honestly, what in Merlin's beard have I done wrong?"
He was frowning. But that didn't stop me from raising my voice. "Done wrong? DONE WRONG?! You want to know what you've been doing wrong? Okay I'll tell you nice, long, and slowly, okay? YOU HAVE BEEN THE LOUSIEST FATHER ANYONE WOULD'VE EVEN DREAMT OF!" I answered. He was shaking with rage again.
"So," he began, "I have not been a good father. Well, Draco, you haven't exactly been a dream either. In fact, it has been a nightmare living with someone as...embarrassing. I am ashamed of ever being related to a person as presumptuous as you" he finished. The Dark Lord was now beside himself with glee. He was smiling in what seemed to be the most sinister way imaginable.
"Well then. Now that we have our...uh...issues straight, I think the time has come for us to begin the war we have so carefully planned"
I ducked as a jet of green light swooped past me. We were resting behind a thorn bush. Potter was panting beside me. Weasley was lying sprawled on the ground. "There is absolutely no positive way for us to defeat them," Weasley groaned. We lay there for a few minutes. Suddenly, Potter sat bolt upright. "Yes there is," he said quietly. Weasley and I turned to look at him. "Are you serious?" I asked. He nodded.
"Ron," he croaked, "remember in Defense Against the Dark Arts? The Impedimentus Curse?" Weasley looked as though Christmas came early. "Great idea Harry! With three of us, it's a piece of cake!" he whispered excitedly. I snorted. "Never heard of it," I murmured. Both of them turned to face me. "What? Didn't Professor McKinnon ever teach you that?" Potter asked. I shook my head.
"It's self explanatory," Weasley said, "Just say Impedimentus and poof your opponent, or, in this case, opponents, will totally freeze. In short, it's a much stronger Impediment jinx" he finished. I frowned. "Are you sure that's enough to stop the Dark Lord?" I asked him. He shrugged. "Look, if a basic spell like Expelliarmus can work against him, then why shouldn't a jinx that can knock down ten people at once stop him?" Potter said wearily.
"Good point, but don't blame me if we get ourselves killed" I said, standing up. "How do you cast it?" I added. "Impedimentus!" Weasley shouted, knocking down about several Death Eaters ahead of us. "Oh..."I said. Soon, the three of us seemed to be winning. Only five Death Eaters were left. I smirked. "Well, who should do the honors?" I asked them mischievously. Weasley sneered. "I've had my fair share, thanks" he replied coolly. "And so have I. You do the honors Malfoy. Your father's one of them anyway" Potter remarked, jerkin his thumb toward the cowering Death Eaters.
"Suit yourselves" I shrugged. "IMPEDIMENTUS!" I yelled. The five Death Eaters were thrown back and landed about ten feet from were they stood. After a bit of struggling, they suddenly freezed. "Bulls eye!" Potter yelled. "Bull what?!" Weasley cried. "Never mind" Potter laughed. I shook my head and froze. Where was Voldemort?
"Hey, where's Voldemort?" I said, in a voice that was barely a whisper. The two of them stood still. They had this horrified expression on their faces. "I haven't seen him..." Weasley said. "So have I" Potter added.
"Looking for me?" a cold, pitiless voice said behind me. I turned around and saw the most terrifying eyes I've ever seen. His pale skin glowed under the moonlight. I took a few steps back. "I gave you fair warning, boy. But like I said, you are a fool" he said. But before I could react, he waved his wand and one by one, all the Muggle borns came falling down into the dark, cold waters of the lake. "Let's see you try to save your little muggle born friends now, shall we?" he sneered.
"Hermione!! NOOOOOOO!!!!" I cried out, as Hermione fell into the swirling black abyss of the lake. I turned around. Voldemort was still standing there, with a triumphant expression on his face. I took out my wand. But before I could cast a spell, Potter came up behind me and held me by the arm. "No Malfoy. I'll deal with him. Help Ron" And he pushed me back.
I stepped back furiously, but to my astonishment, they were gone. "What the—?" I said. "MALFOY! A LITTLE HELP IS APPRECIATED!" Weasley yelled. I turned around. Weasley was attempting to pull the muggle borns out of the water. I pulled myself together and went down to help him. Unfortunately, Weasley couldn't swim so he just waded by the water's edge. I was left with the dirty work. I went back and forth, until finally I pulled the last floating person onto the bank. Or so I thought.
"Where's Hermione?" I asked, my voice shaking either from cold or nerve. Weasley froze. All the other muggle borns were stirring, and most of them we've advised to go back in the castle immediately. Only a few were left sitting there, but not one of them was Hermione. I furiously turned around and scanned the lake. A cloud obstructed the moon. I couldn't see a thing. I squinted and looked carefully. A ripple seemed to be coming from the opposite bank...from a floating black figure...HERMIONE!
I dived into the murky waters. I swam with all of what was left of my energy. I reached her and turned her around to face me. She wasn't breathing. I held her by the waist and made my way back to the opposite bank. Thank god all the remaining muggle borns have fled from fright. Unluckily though, Weasley had volunteered to escort a pale looking first year to the castle, along with a few others. Bad timing to leave in this situation, but he said he'd be back. "Oh crap..." I cried. Green light was radiating somewhere near the gazebo. Suddenly, the Dark Lord and Potter reappeared out of nowhere.
"GIVE IT UP BOY!" Voldemort screamed. "NEVER!" Potter yelled back. I admired his determination and bravery. Voldemort's eyes flashed red for a split second, but turned ghostly green a moment later. They aimed their wands at each other and a blinding green and red light erupted from each. Red flowed out of Potter's, green from Voldemort's. They merged in the middle, and a strange technicolored thread connected the two wands.
I turned my attention from the battle to the precious person in my arms. Her face was pale and her chest wasn't rising. "Hermione" I whispered. "Wake up, Hermione. Can you hear me?" I whispered, a little more loudly. She didn't move. "Hermione! Come on don't give up on me!" I said.
Still no movement. "NO! HERMIONE! Don't do this to me! NO!!" I shouted. The two were still too busy to give me their attention. I held her more tightly. I knew from the touch of her cold lips on my cheek that she didn't survive the fall, much less the water. "NO...come back to me..." I sobbed. "I need you..." I whispered, as I buried my face in the nape of her neck. Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes, and I didn't bother to stop them.
But then, I was holding onto...nothing. I looked up to see that Voldemort had apparated in the gazebo, Hermione lying on the floor. Potter was lying down on the ground. His right leg was injured. He was looking up in pain. Voldemort gave a cold, high, mirthless laugh. "You think you could defeat me boy. Well...you are wrong" His voice turned deadly, and the tip of his wand was conjuring what looked like the beginnings of the Avada Kedavra curse.
I ran to Potter's side and put up a highly effective shield just in time. I saw it in one of my father's books. Illegal, yes, but effective nevertheless. "YOU! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU, BOY!" Voldemort screeched. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER?" I yelled, pointing at Hermione. Voldemort merely laughed. "YOU'VE KILLED HER!" I shouted, and sent a strong disarming spell. He sent it away with a wave of his wand. Potter's eyes widened. "WHAT?" he shouted.
"Killed her? Haha, you're not a fool after all. You're a blind idiot. Don't you see the effects of the Draught of Living Death when you see it? I fed it to your little friend because I knew that she was one of the few remaining people Potter was willing to rescue...and to risk dying for" Voldemort answered. I stood there, unwilling to move. Draught of Living Death? Of course...pale face, seemingly cold, may seem barely breathing...but still...alive.
I jumped into action. "LET HER GO!" I demanded. Potter was standing on his good leg. His wand was hidden in the cloak of his robes. "Magnificus Spell" Potter whispered to me. "What?" I whispered back. "Magnificus Spell! Expelliarmus!" he whispered back urgently. Of course...Expelliarmus is a very good defense spell but magnified ten times and performed by two people, it can prove deadly. I nodded slowly.
"Let her go? Dear boy, you think after all this I will just let her go?" Voldemort laughed. "No, but maybe after THIS" Potter said. He nodded. We took out our wands together. "MAGNIFICUS EXPELLIARMUS!" we said in chorus. The Dark Lord's eyes widened. "NO!" he cried. The spell hit him straight in the chest. The moment it touched him, it spread throughout his body in the form of emerald green flame. "NO!!" He screamed.
His eyes glared at us. His body was slowly turning into ash. I stared back frighteningly. Before his torso was engulfed in the flames, he performed one last spell. "INCENDIO!" And the fire drowned out his voice. But the threat wasn't over yet. Before our eyes, the whole gazebo burst into flames.
"HERMIONE!!" I shouted. "Get her! I'll try to tame the fire!" Potter yelled. But this seemed impossible. The flames were ten feet high. I frantically ran around the gazebo. I couldn't see a suitable entrance. It was surrounded.
I felt my robes for my wand, but I couldn't find it. I searched every inch, but I felt nothing. "My wand's missing!" I said out loud. Potter looked at me with a disbelieving expression. "WHAT? What the hell could've happened to it?!" he yelled. "NO TIME!" I yelled back. To his surprise, and to my astonishment, I jumped in without thinking. "MALFOY! ARE YOU NUTS? THAT ROOF CAN COLLAPSE ANY SECOND!" he shouted, but I didn't care.
I landed on the gazebo's wooden floor. I looked up and saw Hermione there, still unconscious from the potion. Suddenly, I heard Weasley's voice. "MALFOY! JUST GET HERMIONE AND GET OUT OF THERE! WE CAN'T CONTROL THE FIRE ANYMORE! THE ROOF IS GONNA FALL ON YOU!"
I looked up. He was right. I ran to Hermione's side. The roof was coming down, inch by inch. I scooped her up in my arms and ran to where Potter and Weasley had managed to create a small passage. Potter took her in his arms but before I could get out myself, pain spread in my body like wildfire and I blacked out as the roof fell on me.