The Cost of War
The war was brutal yet brief. There were far too many causalities, far too many children lost on the battle field. Dumbledore didn't know if he would be able to face the next dark wizard that rose to power. He had seen too many battles and they had taken their toll.
Harry Potter stood in a room, surrounded by bodies, victorious. Voldermont was dead and only one body among the fallen was alive. Draco Malfoy. Harry sauntered over to Malfoy and kicked him onto his back. Malfoy's lips twisted into a sneer. "Come to arrest me Potter?"
"No I've come to kill you." Harry responded calmly.
"You wouldn't."
"Why not?" Harry said with a small smile.
Malfoy's eyes widened minutely but still managed to confidently drawl out "Your one of the good guys… and if you haven't noticed, the war is over."
Harry bent down and moved his wand in random patterns against Malfoy's chest. "So?"
Draco became truly afraid than. "Look Potter, stop this nonsense, I've been a spy for the Order since before I received my mark."
Harry leaned down and whispered into Malfoy's ear "I know." Than he pulled back to see the confusion and shock on Draco's face before saying "Crucio."
Malfoy was able to stop screaming long enough to say one word "Why?"
"Because you were always there, always making my life miserable. Because you killed my friends. Because of Dean, Cho, Luna, Fred, Remus, and all the others you killed just so you could stay hidden. Do you really think whatever bits of information you were able to pass on were really worth their lives? Do you!"
"Avada Kadavra"
Dumbledore walked into the room. He closed the eyelids of the deceased boy and picked up the unconscious form that lay beside the corpse.
This time there would be no Dark Lord.
