"What…" Harry replied disbelievingly.
"He's dead, My Lord Voldemort killed him," Malfoy said with a hint of laughter in his voice, " Saw with my own eyes, ah yes, on the ground, bleeding profusely, not unlike the Mudblood here."
" Then why are you the most powerful wizard in the world then, shouldn't Voldemort," Harry gulped, Dumbledore couldn't be dead, he just couldn't.
"Well, you see, I have a special ability with Imperious curses, taught by My Lord himself and I persuaded him to… Hmm, how should I put it, ah yes, throw himself through that curtain in the Department of Mysteries, like your godfather, Potter!" Malfoy sneered, " But now down to business!"
He pulled out his wand and aimed it at Ron. "Teleportius" Malfoy yelled and Ron was Teleported into the midst of battling Death Eaters.
Malfoy now turned his wand on to Harry and Harry saw that Malfoy normally blue eyes had turned blood red, "Now, Potter! Time to DIE!
Sorry it's so short! Damn Homework!
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