Chapter 5

That night is what would change history forever.

It was a normal night, calm and unaware. Draco and Harry were in Dumbledore's office, it was safest for Harry, and Dumbledore thought it best to keep Draco there to, just encase James or Lily had something to say.

Then the night lit up with a sickly green colour, the boys, who couldn't sleep shot up and ran to the window, there in the sky, was the dark mark. It had started.

"PROFESSOR" they yelled. The whole castle was in uproar, every student was taken to the great hall, even Draco and Harry. The professors, everyone. Draco saw animals also, standing and running through the crowd, literally, through the crowds.

And there was Lily and James, Lily was stroking Harry's hair, if only he knew.

The silence was the loudest thing of all. Just not knowing what was going to happen, Draco felt unnerved, he had found this out, him, Draco, and only hours ago he was safe on the quidditch pitch.

Everybody jumped as banging was heard against the double doors, people screamed, and cried, hugged and prayed to the unknown gods. He could feel the tension; he could feel the bead of sweat running down his face. It all happened in an instant.

Deatheaters ran in, like muggers in a bank, they circled the hall and all in it, shouting "Everyone down, now, on the ground" Everyone lay on the ground, it was cramped, and Draco felt Closter phobic. "Where's Harry Potter, where is he!" They ran up and grabbed Harry pulling him to the doors. Draco tried to pull him back but he was punched down. Draco heard the screams of Harry's parents "NO, HARRY"

It was so loud! He felt anger and sadness, after all this! And Potter was going to die anyway! No, he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let his parents down, he couldn't let him die!

Just then Dumbledore and Snape got out their wands and pointed them toward the deatheaters, the deatheaters did the same thing, Dumbledore was a match for all of them put together, but they had Harry, he couldn't risk attacking.

The deatheaters knew the same thing, they couldn't risk attacking. "If you attack old man, all these students die, every one of them"

The students became hysterical "Shut up!" cried out the deatheaters. There was suppressed silence, occasional sobs were heard.

"But you could prevent that, by letting us take this boy, and kill him, who by the way was very easy to get, funny really, if we had only done this sooner"

Dumbledore prickled, he couldn't get out of this situation, there were no other options!

Draco felt sick, this couldn't happen, just then he noticed something, something he hadn't noticed before, how could he not have! There were people, so many people, woman, children, men, animals, some old, some young just clawing at the deatheaters, crying, no sounds but crying, no talking or shouting, just endless crying.

They must be relatives. Then Draco had an idea. He got up and walked over to the deatheaters, he could hear shouts of protest, but it was if it were in a different language, the crying was louder. Then he was in front of the deatheaters. "What are you doing kid, do you want to die?"

Draco looked at the people, they all turned and looked at him at the same time, it was eerie, but he wasn't afraid to face the deatheaters, these people were here, on his side, only people he could see, it made him feel safe and important.

They just said "Help"

He had to help them, it was all up to him to save them all, and he knew just what to do.

"You there" "Yea, what, want me to finish you of?"

"No, there's a woman, she is very old and has white hair, she is wearing a flowered dress, she is clawing at you, she hates you being like this!" The hooded figure froze, "What are you talking about?" "And you, there is a boy, around 7, he is hanging on your leg, crying, he's wearing a shirt with a dragon on it, and white trainers, his hair is blonde and he has a birth mark on his neck" "Shut up!"

But he wouldn't, he screamed out every one of those people, the deatheaters covered their ears, and begged him to stop, but they didn't attack, they were rotted to the spot, afraid of what he was telling him, looking around wildly for who he was explaining. Harry had long ago escaped and was now in the safe hands of Dumbledore.

"These are your loved ones who you have betrayed! Your mothers and fathers! Sons and daughters! Husbands and wives! Friends and neighbours! These are the people you have forgotten! They cry for you, they wish every day you would come to the good side, they will never be put to rest! Leave now, you will never escape Voldermort, it is your curse! And with that you have cursed them! For they now can never leave you! Now go!"

They fled in fear, the spirits turned to follow, they cast one last hopeful glance at Draco, he mouthed "I'm sorry" Then they were gone. The hall was silent.

Then it exploded into applause, Draco smiled. James and Lily walked to him, "thank you" then they left, put to peace once more. Then he fainted.

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