Chapter 7 – Malachite
Draco's mouth went very small, and his eyes, dilated, he opened his mouth and closed it again in disbelief. His face almost turned a paler shade than usual.
Harry looked at R.A.B.
"You killed her," he pointed out, uselessly.
Draco slowly slid to his knees, palms flat on the floor. A tiny shining tear fell onto the carpet of Harry's bedroom floor.
R.A.B was still standing, her wand still extended, looking almost bewildered at what had happened. She made a small noise in her throat before standing upright again.
"You killed her!" Draco growled punching the floor.
R.A.B said nothing.
Draco stood up and wiped his eyes.
"Don't be ashamed to cry," R.A.B said to him.
"Don't tell me what to do! You just killed my aunt!" Draco shouted.
"She was about to kill Harry, there was no other option." R.A.B said, shaking her head.
"Aren't you ashamed? You killed somebody! I thought you made a vow never to do that again!" Draco argued.
"I made a vow to myself to stop Voldemort's evil," R.A.B snapped, "I never said I wouldn't kill anyone in the process,"
"I have to finish the task," Draco said quietly to himself. He pulled out his wand, the rod was shaking as Draco shaked, scared and still shedding tears.
"No," R.A.B said softly.
"What?" Draco asked.
R.A.B walked closer to him.
"You are not a killer, Draco. You are still a child and already you're forced to do something as evil as murder. Look at you, you're crying from seeing death, you're so scared by it, you've just seen your aunt die and you cry and shake with fear, how could you cope with doing it yourself. It would torment you Draco," she said, soothingly.
"No!" Draco shouted, "I have to! My master told me to! I have to kill Harry,"
"Do you want to kill?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.
"No." Draco said, as a tear ran down his face.
She extended a hand and wiped away the tear.
"How can such a small heart be plagued by such hate?" she said.
"Don't talk to my like I'm a child." Draco snapped.
"You are a child Draco." R.A.B said. "There's so much you need to learn yet."
"I want to make my master proud. I want to prove myself to him." Draco said, pushing her hand away.
"By doing this?" she asked.
Draco slumped on the floor like he had before, his hands covering his face.
Harry made no movement, he wasn't even sure if he knew what was going on. R.A.B turned to look at Bellatrix's body which lay still on the floor, without talking she knelt down beside it and rolled it over, delicately, she moved Bellatrix's greasy black hair from her face, her eyes were half open, only white seen from the half-closed eyelid, her lips were parted as if in the middle of reciting something and her skin, her skin was already turning a deathly shade of white. R.A.B lay the body down again.
Everything then went silent at number four privet drive; the only noise was the occasional cry from Draco's tortured sobs. R.A.B placed her hand on Harry's shoulder, "Should I contact the ministry?" she asked, surveying her head at Draco.
Harry opened his mouth to answer yes, but was disrupted when a deep malachite smoke filled Harry's room, a swift, harsh wind floated around making R.A.B's chestnut tresses and deep red robe flutter along with the wind. The wind stopped, as Voldemort apparated into the room.
Voldemort looked at Bellatrix's still corpse on the ground, he showed no emotion, he simply moved his hand in a clockwise direction and the body vanished into thin air. Voldemort payed no attention to Harry or R.A.B, he turned to Draco, Draco stood up quickly and stared at his master in fear.
"Draco." Voldemort said angrily.
"I-I didn't mean to master, I-I got so scared," Draco stifled.
"You've failed me again Draco," Voldemort said.
"Please master! Give me another chance!" Draco pleaded.
"That was your chance," Voldemort shouted, "your chance to prove yourself to me and you failed."
Draco made a small high-pitched noise in the back of his throat.
"I was wrong. I don't think you'll be a good servant to me after all-" Voldemort started.
"I will! Please master!" Draco cried.
"You've ended up giving me the same disappointment your father gave me." Voldemort said, "I have no use for you anymore," he said quietly.
Voldemort took his wand out of his pocket, and extended it.
"Run Draco!" R.A.B shouted as she tried to run across the room.
But she was too late, "Avada Kedavra," Voldemort said simply.
Draco couldn't run, he could barely move. He made one final cry before the green light, almost as deep as the malachite smoke that filled Harry's room, hit him hard in the stomach. He was struck so quickly and strongly he was thrown back onto Harry's wall, he hit it and landed on the floor in a crumpled heap.
"No!" cried R.A.B, covering her mouth with her hands cupped.
Voldemort turned to them, his face expressionless.
"Another day, Potter, Another day," he said, before disappearing into the green smoke.
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PreviewChapter 8 – Dawn
Voldemort suggests to Severus and Wormtail that they move refuge to a cave in the mountains to form a new plan of action. Meanwhile, Harry, Ron and Hermione form an allegiance with the ever-talented R.A.B, their first task. Find Voldemort's lair and capture the snake Nagini.
