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********* "Father?" said Draco, his eyes wide with fear.
The Death Eater stood and stared down at Draco.
"Of course it is me. Did you think I would be fighting to defend all the bloody Mudbloods and Half-bloods when my master was trying to come back into power? Never! What I don't understand is why you aren't fighting with me."
"I am fighting to defend myself and my friends, Father."
"You're friends are Half-bloods and Mudbloods?" he said as though he were spitting the words.
"Yes, some are."
Lucious looked long and hard at his son, his eyes full of hatred. He looked down at Hermione, who was still writhing on the ground, and then back at Draco.
"Then you are truly no son of mine."
Lucious roared and brought his sword high above his head, ready to slice Draco in two. Draco brought his sword high blocking it. The Death Eater mercilessly clashed his sword again and again on Draco's, the same tactic he used on Hermione. But Draco was stronger and held on. At one plunge, he stepped out of the way, letting Lucious plunge his sword into the ground, tangling it with roots. Many pulls could not extract the blade. Draco brought his sword high- but let it fall to his side. Lucious was on the ground waiting for the cut.
"You have the murder's heart, Father, not I. I would not kill my own father, even though you would kill your own son. Your own flesh and blood; your heir. I will let you go, if you promise never to come near her," he said pointing at Hermione, "ever again."
"Draco, if you did that, do you think I would?"
"I don't know. You were always away from the manor, always working on your Dark Arts things. I did not know you as a father, except by the whip. I received only discipline from you, and nothing from my mother, who you kept confined to her room."
"On the field of battle is no time for us to resolve your childhood troubles, Draco. You are a man now, so act like one. And I am a follower of Lord Voldemort, so I shall act like one," Lucious said. Then, swifter than an eagle, he took a small dagger from behind him and threw it in Hermione's direction. She screamed as it hungrily dove into her leg, and fell back on the ground, from where she had presently been trying to stand up.
"Oh" said Lucious, "Such a pity. That dagger is fish-hooked. It will be painful to remove."
"You will pay for that," roared Draco, he brought his sword up sliced into Lucious' leg. The man bellowed with the pain. Like Hermione's sword, the wound burned and fire seemed to explode in the man's body. With one last scream of agony, the man fell to the ground, and perished.
Draco looked at the collapsed figure and let one solitary tear slip from his eye to water the grass.
"I killed my father."
After a minute of silence, Hermione's moaning brought him back to reality. He rushed over and kneeled beside her, bringing her injured leg up on his two.
"How is it?" he asked gently. The question was not needed though. Anyone could see that a third of the dagger had traveled totally through her calf.
"Not to bad," she said blinking back tears, "I don't feel much, so it must have cut through a vein."
"Good," he said. "Wait just a second."
Draco crawled back over to his father's body. There really was no need for caution since the battle was nearly over. The last few Death Eaters were struggling to apparate before they were slashed by students. Some of them began to celebrate the victory. Fools, he thought, the war has only just begun. It's not over yet.
From his father's body he withdrew a glove and brought it back over to Hermione.
"Where is your father?" she asked.
"He is dead."
"You killed him?!"
"I didn't mean to, but I think the sword did it. I don't know what they are made of, but when it touched his skin, he began to burn from the inside out."
"The same with mine."
"We'll have to ask McGonagall about them. Here," he gave Hermione the glove. "Put this in your mouth and bite down on it. Getting this dagger out is going to be painful. I'd bring you to Madame Pomfrey, but I don't see her. She may be attending to worse wounds."
Hermione nodded and shoved the glove in her mouth.
"Ready?" he asked.
She gave a courageous nod.
As swiftly as he could, he grabbed the dagger by the hilt, and slashed it out. Hermione groaned and bit down hard on the glove. Then, throwing the dagger aside, he stripped off his shirt and wrapped it tightly around her leg to stop the eager blood from flowing out. He then brought out his wand and did a quick numbness spell. It was a weak spell and doesn't do much, but it would help somewhat.
He then picked up Hermione in his arms and carried her in search of a teacher. All along the battle field he saw people that he knew alive, a many dead. Among the dead he saw a few first-years who hadn't been able to dodge the incoming blades.
"Draco," Hermione whispered.
"Yes?" he answered.
"What...Harry...oh, no..." she said burying her face in his chest.
There lying in front of them, was Cho Chang.
"We can't tell him yet. Hold on a second."
Draco laid Hermione gently on the ground and picked up Cho. He brought her to the forest's edge and placed her there, closing her eyes. He went back and picked Hermione back up. After walking a few meters, he saw Professor Snape.
"Professor!" he shouted, "We have an injury here!"
*********
A few of the Death Eaters that had fled into the forest with Voldemort began to regroup. Their master came into the center of them and looked down at the young, dead Ravenclaw that lie before them.
"Fools," he sniggered, motioning for the Death Eaters to pick up the body.
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So ya'll like this one or no?
Dragonfires
Okay, that was the bad news, so here is the good news- new chapter!
********* "Father?" said Draco, his eyes wide with fear.
The Death Eater stood and stared down at Draco.
"Of course it is me. Did you think I would be fighting to defend all the bloody Mudbloods and Half-bloods when my master was trying to come back into power? Never! What I don't understand is why you aren't fighting with me."
"I am fighting to defend myself and my friends, Father."
"You're friends are Half-bloods and Mudbloods?" he said as though he were spitting the words.
"Yes, some are."
Lucious looked long and hard at his son, his eyes full of hatred. He looked down at Hermione, who was still writhing on the ground, and then back at Draco.
"Then you are truly no son of mine."
Lucious roared and brought his sword high above his head, ready to slice Draco in two. Draco brought his sword high blocking it. The Death Eater mercilessly clashed his sword again and again on Draco's, the same tactic he used on Hermione. But Draco was stronger and held on. At one plunge, he stepped out of the way, letting Lucious plunge his sword into the ground, tangling it with roots. Many pulls could not extract the blade. Draco brought his sword high- but let it fall to his side. Lucious was on the ground waiting for the cut.
"You have the murder's heart, Father, not I. I would not kill my own father, even though you would kill your own son. Your own flesh and blood; your heir. I will let you go, if you promise never to come near her," he said pointing at Hermione, "ever again."
"Draco, if you did that, do you think I would?"
"I don't know. You were always away from the manor, always working on your Dark Arts things. I did not know you as a father, except by the whip. I received only discipline from you, and nothing from my mother, who you kept confined to her room."
"On the field of battle is no time for us to resolve your childhood troubles, Draco. You are a man now, so act like one. And I am a follower of Lord Voldemort, so I shall act like one," Lucious said. Then, swifter than an eagle, he took a small dagger from behind him and threw it in Hermione's direction. She screamed as it hungrily dove into her leg, and fell back on the ground, from where she had presently been trying to stand up.
"Oh" said Lucious, "Such a pity. That dagger is fish-hooked. It will be painful to remove."
"You will pay for that," roared Draco, he brought his sword up sliced into Lucious' leg. The man bellowed with the pain. Like Hermione's sword, the wound burned and fire seemed to explode in the man's body. With one last scream of agony, the man fell to the ground, and perished.
Draco looked at the collapsed figure and let one solitary tear slip from his eye to water the grass.
"I killed my father."
After a minute of silence, Hermione's moaning brought him back to reality. He rushed over and kneeled beside her, bringing her injured leg up on his two.
"How is it?" he asked gently. The question was not needed though. Anyone could see that a third of the dagger had traveled totally through her calf.
"Not to bad," she said blinking back tears, "I don't feel much, so it must have cut through a vein."
"Good," he said. "Wait just a second."
Draco crawled back over to his father's body. There really was no need for caution since the battle was nearly over. The last few Death Eaters were struggling to apparate before they were slashed by students. Some of them began to celebrate the victory. Fools, he thought, the war has only just begun. It's not over yet.
From his father's body he withdrew a glove and brought it back over to Hermione.
"Where is your father?" she asked.
"He is dead."
"You killed him?!"
"I didn't mean to, but I think the sword did it. I don't know what they are made of, but when it touched his skin, he began to burn from the inside out."
"The same with mine."
"We'll have to ask McGonagall about them. Here," he gave Hermione the glove. "Put this in your mouth and bite down on it. Getting this dagger out is going to be painful. I'd bring you to Madame Pomfrey, but I don't see her. She may be attending to worse wounds."
Hermione nodded and shoved the glove in her mouth.
"Ready?" he asked.
She gave a courageous nod.
As swiftly as he could, he grabbed the dagger by the hilt, and slashed it out. Hermione groaned and bit down hard on the glove. Then, throwing the dagger aside, he stripped off his shirt and wrapped it tightly around her leg to stop the eager blood from flowing out. He then brought out his wand and did a quick numbness spell. It was a weak spell and doesn't do much, but it would help somewhat.
He then picked up Hermione in his arms and carried her in search of a teacher. All along the battle field he saw people that he knew alive, a many dead. Among the dead he saw a few first-years who hadn't been able to dodge the incoming blades.
"Draco," Hermione whispered.
"Yes?" he answered.
"What...Harry...oh, no..." she said burying her face in his chest.
There lying in front of them, was Cho Chang.
"We can't tell him yet. Hold on a second."
Draco laid Hermione gently on the ground and picked up Cho. He brought her to the forest's edge and placed her there, closing her eyes. He went back and picked Hermione back up. After walking a few meters, he saw Professor Snape.
"Professor!" he shouted, "We have an injury here!"
*********
A few of the Death Eaters that had fled into the forest with Voldemort began to regroup. Their master came into the center of them and looked down at the young, dead Ravenclaw that lie before them.
"Fools," he sniggered, motioning for the Death Eaters to pick up the body.
********
So ya'll like this one or no?
Dragonfires