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I slowly turned around to face my capturer. This was it I thought. So this was how my end would come.

I'd never imagined I would die in Hogwarts, rather I'd never imagined dying at all. I would only ponder about the last books I've read or about happy endings, and the sweet scenarios I would write in my head. It never occurred to me that I would have to face death on many accounts in my life, that it would become my visitor quite frequently, so eager to take me away. But now I could never sky dive, get a license or get married in a fancy ballroom, with hundreds staring at me as I walked down the aisle towards my grinning husband. I would never finish school and become a professor as I had wanted. I would never live the normal life that I prayed for every single waking hour. But when I thought about all this in that moment, did I really want all that? Was there a point? They were all empty dreams; I had already lost what I had always wanted. All that aside I knew my end had come. I was going to die.

The face I saw startled me, to be quite honest her name hadn't even crossed my mind. Her black eyes sparkled with excitement, a huge smile plastered on her face. She dug her nails deeper in my skin, satisfied when I flinched. It was no other than Bellatrix Lestrange. Looking at her reminded of the time at the Malfoy Manor, her breath on my face as she etched the word mudblood on my arm. Ron screaming my name as she tortured me. Ron… My newly healed scar was starting to sting as the nightmares came flooding back.

She grabbed me by my hair, pulling my head back. Weird to mention but the smell of breath wasn't at all that pleasant as she whispered "one down two to go and then the end of the golden trio! You'll meet the same fate as your ginger boyfriend, and that Potter will too. Isn't this going to be fun!" Hearing that she had killed Ron gave me and unsettling feeling in my stomach. I wanted to kill her then and there so badly but then got a hold of myself. What was the point? She would kill me in a moment and everything would be over.

She started laughing (cackling more like it) as she dragged me by my hair. I screamed the whole way to the Great Hall, my own cries piercing my eardrums. She dumped me on the floor and did a little twirl around the room, so ecstatic it was quite frightening. I fell to my knees, feeling as if the lot of my hair had been yanked off my scalp, my head throbbing in pain. I was holding back tears of fear, anger and pain; I just desperately wanted this all to end.

Bellatrix turned to me, her dark hair falling over her eyes as she exclaimed "You know, I would've wanted to finish you off myself, but I have something better in mind". She chanted a summoning charm and mumbled a barely audible name. In a matter of seconds, there was Draco Malfoy, wand in hand, in battle stance. His usually perfect hair was tousled, his clothes torn and shredded. There were bags under his eyes, like he hadn't slept for a month. He looked…different.

As he turned around our eyes met, with that his lips quivered ever so slightly and his hands balled up into fists at his sides. Bellatrix waltzed over behind him, put a hand on his shoulder and whispered "Come on Draco, you know you want to. Just one step of the way…" Draco raised his wand, his arm shaking like a leaf in an autumn breeze. He took a few steps forward towards me until we were a metre away from each other. His face was twisted with fear and guilt? I couldn't quite identify it. And he was…crying. Tears fell freely down his cheeks while still not uttering a single sound. I never let go if his gaze and he never mine. "Draco do it!" Bellatrix screamed impatiently. I closed my eyes and braced myself. I was ready. Not long Ron, I am coming. I waited but nothing happened. Then all I heard was someone scream 'Crucio!' and this unbelievable pain hit me. But that wasn't Draco's curse, it was from Bellatrix.

I fell to the ground, whimpering from the dreaded pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I screamed and screamed until I could not scream any longer. All I wanted was for it to stop. What in the world had I done to deserve this? Another voice yelled "Avada Kedavra". This time the voice belonged to Draco. I waited for something, any sort of feeling indicating I was dead. But I wasn't. I had the sudden feeling that curse was not for me. My eyes fluttered open, and there lay Bellatrix, not moving an inch. I gasped. She was dead.

Someone dropped to their knees beside me and picked me up in their arms. Their tears soaked my clothes. As they stroked my hair and a voice, a male and very familiar voice whispered my name. Who was my saviour, or should I say murderer? Couldn't he have just spared me and did me a favour by killing me off when he had the chance? Why did he have to let me live, when all I wanted was to die?

Deep down I was pretty sure who he was. But I couldn't comprehend why in the world Draco Malfoy would do this. He didn't have to kill Bellatrix, or save me for that matter. Then why?

I was too numb to think, too tired to move. My eyelids had begun to droop slowly a sudden drowsiness taking over me. As he pulled back and cradled me in his arms, I last remember seeing ice blue eyes looking down at me, concern swimming in their beautiful colour, and a whispered spell I couldn't make out.

Then, nothing.