Undivided
Chapter 10: Avada Kedavra
Author's jibberish: This is going to take a while, so skip down to the story. Here's me responding to the last reviewers of Chapter 9 "Your Battle is with Me".
Mrs. Din: There are some really great Draco/Ginny stories if you search hard. I have a few on my favorites, but go to this site called "Sugar and Spice." It's a fanlisting to D/G and once you enter the site, there should be a navigation to the list of fanfics they have. (http:dg. Hmmm…I hope you heart this fic no matter what happens to Draco.
Ang3l666: Why does Narcissa care for Lucius so much? Ah…well…love? Kinda? Seriously though, the way I characterized her, she does genuinely care for him. That's only because I don't know how she really is in the real HP world. For the sake of the story and Draco's humanity, she does have a heart.
Losernerd: Hmmm…that scenario is quite interesting. Although I'm a sucker for romantic angst, I'll just tell you…maybe. That's all I'll say.
Torndeception, dragonprnzess, hoppers, and SchizophrenticDolphin: Hello! Thanks for reviewing.
This chapter goes out to losernerd. Just 'cuz.
Oh yeah. And all the spells you don't recognize, you can thank my Latin dictionary.
"Crucio!" Voldemort exclaimed. He hit Draco right in the chest and Draco screamed, feeling his body pulse and squeeze from the inside. It felt as if his body was thrown into flames, covering every single inch of his body and then a pair of hands was ringing his organs.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were preoccupied by 10 deatheaters. They tried stunning them, careful as not to kill them. Narcissa stayed near the open door, outside in the hall, away from the madness. She watched as the two young Aurors fought their way across the room. She kept her thoughts on her son before her as he fought the darkest wizard of the century…all for the Weasley daughter.
Draco concentrated, trying to fight off the pain. It's all in the mind, it's all in the mind… "Ti-tibrus rompere!" Draco exclaimed.
A thundering crack was heard. Voldemort screamed.
Ginny screamed louder. She balled up on the floor and Draco could see bruising on her left leg. "Virginia, what?"
Then Voldemort laughed. "Well, it seems as if you are in a predicament. I'm sure you've heard of the Unicorpus spell?" he said, putting his weight on his right leg.
Draco narrowed his eyes. The spell in question allowed two persons to share stimuli; the dark wizard must have performed one with Ginny. If he casted a spell on Voldemort, Ginny would feel it as well. Draco couldn't use the green light; it would mean killing her as well.
Voldemort tisked. "So, what will you do, Young Malfoy?" his ugly face laughed at the situation.
"Expelliarmus!" Draco exclaimed.
"Stupefy!" Voldemort said at the same time.
Voldemort flew back against the wall, near the door, wand flying out of his hand. Ginny's back hit the wall near the fireplace and then she landed on the floor, knocked out. Draco was thrown back against the wall opposite of Voldemort. He collided with the window and a shower of glass fell with him, cutting him on his brow and twice on his cheek.
Voldemort took a few moments to get on his feet. "Accio wand!" he said. The yew wand came to his hand and he casted his next curse. "Imperio!"
Just as Draco stood, his own hands wrapped around his neck and he began to choke himself. The force of his arms grew as his fingertips dug into his neck. The blood from his brow trickled near his eyes and he shut them. His mind became fuzzy and Draco tried to steal a few last glimpses of Ginny. She laid there, lifeless. He would be there soon.
About six deatheaters were down. Harry and Ron ducked behind anything: chairs, desks, and any furniture that would serve as a shield. "Ron!" Harry called. "I'll hold them back! Get the door!"
"On three," Ron agreed. After a few moments, they both yelled "Three!" Ron made a mad dash for the door while Harry continued with the other deatheaters. One of them chased after Ron.
"Ron, look out!" Harry exclaimed.
Ron turned and blasted him with a strong stupefy. The deatheater fell back and Ron headed for the door. He started to turn the knob but the door wouldn't unlock. He tried an unlocking charm but it wouldn't budge. Then, he started banging his fists on the door. "Hey! Anyone in there?"
"Who's there?" said a young female voice.
The girl must not have been older than 10. "I'm Weasley, an auror!" he said through the lock. "Are all three kids in there?"
"Yes!" a cry came. "Help!"
"Okay, stand back, I'll try to break the door down!" Ron began charging at the door, shoulder first.
"Come on, Ron!" Harry said, blasting a deatheater.
Draco's hands fell to the floor, and glass cut into his palms. Draco took deep breaths and winced as he felt the glass against his skin.
"Suffocare!" Voldemort exclaimed.
Again, air was cut from Draco. His lungs burned for oxygen and again he saw his life flash before his eyes. With deep heaps of air, he uttered "Occendere!" even though he could feel his breathing pipes close off.
A beam of light shot out of Draco's wand and hit Voldemort square in the eyes. Voldemort staggered back, temporarily blinded.
Harry watched as Draco was on his hands and knees, choking for air. He cast a light spell and it stung Voldemort for a few seconds. But Draco's face began to discolor and he couldn't move. Then, Harry was distracted as a deatheater came hurling towards him.
Ron had managed to break the doorknob and open the door. A girl, about 7, and two boys, about 12 and 14 looked up at Ron. "Come on, kids," Ron said. He scooped the girl in his arms, and told the boys to follow him closely. They carefully made their way out from the small room and headed out of harm's way, to the hall, where Narcissa was waiting. "Harry! Get Ginny!" Ron shouted as he headed towards the large doors.
Harry knocked down the last deatheater and turned his attention to Voldemort.
"Too bad," Voldemort told Draco. "You had so much potential. Well, there will always be another…" Voldemort raised his wand at Draco. "Avada!"
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry exclaimed, pointing his wand to Voldemort.
Draco's eyes flew open. "No," he choked. "No!"
Voldemort let out a blood-chilling laugh as his body was consumed by the green light. Draco watched in horror as Voldemort's black robes fell to the floor.
"No…no," Draco continued to mutter. Voldemort was dead…and Ginny…
…to be continued.