Draco tightened his grip on his backpack as he came to the only place he could think of. Glancing behind him he ran further up to the school he once called home.
"They have to be listening to the speech, knowing McGonagall." Draco said to himself. "I wonder who took the place as Transfiguration. Well I guess I'm going to find out."
Hermione was listening intently to every word McGonagall said, "And the head girl is…" The doors began to squeak open. Every ones head turned to see the the person who came in.
A tall, pale, beach blonde (which was a bit dirty), scratched up, man came in. At first look you couldn't tell who it was but it would hit you like a vase that your ex throws at you when you stock her, kind of way. Hermione was about to jump up and murder the man but came in second when she looked and saw that Harry was happt to do it for her.
She noticed that some people had joined them all the students from the Order. They all had their wands tightly woven with in their hands ready to strike the first thing that came their way.
All the other students seemed to be panicking and scrambled for the nearest wall when they realized that a killer had just entered the castle. The seventh years were all drawing their own wands.
Silence fell over the room both waiting for the first to make a move. A few seconds drifted by and Harry spoke.
"I am going to kick your ass, Malfoy." Harry said raising his wand.
"OK, really bad idea to come here. YOU MORON!" Draco yelled at himself.
"OK. If it is a fight Potter wants, it's a fight he is going to get." Draco raised his head, to uncover his eyes. He moved his hand to his robes. This fight was not going to end like second year's fight door.
Hermione's heart melted when he looked up. His eyes uncovered from his hair. They told a story of death, innocents, tragedy, and worse. The brick wall looked destroyed with in his eyes. This for a reason made her want to cry. The story was one she wanted, no needed to read, but it had to wait. Hermione knew what needed to be done. The problem was she didn't know if they accomplish it.
"I don't want to kill you Potter but if I have to I will." Draco said the words and knew there was no turning back now.
"Not if I kill you first Malfoy." Harry wasn't going to give up that easily. His eyes were searching for the right for the right spell.
"I just need to send a message to some one." Draco still didn't raise his wand.
"Then say it." These words sounded darker then they had before when Harry spoke.
"I don't think that the Order would want this message to be said aloud." Yes Draco knew about the Order. He had to find out the hard way though. Harry made a face.
"You know about the Order, Malfoy." Harry said.
The next words seemed to shatter the world and all in it. "The message is to the founder of it." Draco said.
"You killed the founder." Harry said with that the spell which he had been looking for came to him. "CRUCIO!"
The hall filled with gasps. Draco hit the floor. Pain was charging though every bone in his body. "FIGHT IT, DRACO! FIGHT THE PAIN." Draco yelled at himself. He looked around the room looking for his wand that flew from his hand. Draco felt the pain flee from his body. He pushed himself off the ground. At this the room went completely silent. Draco realized why quickly. Harry had never lifted the curse from Draco.