A/N: Haha! Only 4 days have elapsed since I updated!! WOOH! Also, I'm not sure if I got the order of Dumbledore's names right…I'm too lazy to look it up…xD
Sorry, it's very short...
Disclaimer: Okay, I know you all are too intelligent to think this is mine, but I'll repeat it…I OWN NOTHING!
Phoenix
Draco's sixth year was torture for me.
My baby boy had to kill someone.
Even if it was the idiot Albus Dumbledore, his soul would be…tarnished.
So I begged Severus Snape, whom I trusted and Bella did not, to take care of him.
Would he?
I could only hope.
My thoughts were turbulent that year.
I flitted around, rarely leaving the house.
I practiced my Patronus, which I was never good at.
It was a big cat: a sleek tiger, but I was having trouble with it.
Finally, I gave up.
I wandered aimlessly around, eating almost nothing.
Merlin, my poor, poor Draco…
At the end of the year, when I knew the killing would take place, I Apparated to Hogwarts.
Well, not directly, obviously.
It was a blur; I can't even remember how I got through the gates.
But I did--and in time to see Dumbledore killed, by none other then Severus Snape.
I longed to run to my boy, or my hero (Severus, obviously), but already a battle had begun.
And besides, Harry Potter was there, looking anguished.
Idiot, I thought.
I got swept inside with the crowd.
I hid.
Yes, it was cowardly, but I did want to live.
The Killing Curses were flying every which way.
One zoomed past Draco's ear, and I screamed.
Naturally, I had to find another hiding place.
The rest, again, is a blur. I remember running, shrieking, never taking out my wand.
I can't remember why, though.
And I can't remember the end.
I know, though, that Harry Potter was alive, and Albus Dumbledore was dead.
And I can't remember why, but I stayed for the funeral.
Worst mistake of my life.
Well, it takes a close third, after meeting Lucius that night and marrying him.
It was depressing.
Very, very depressing, more depressing than my mother's funeral.
I stayed in the shadows, and I never let Potter and his bratty friends see me.
But that phoenix and its song--
Horrible.
Heart-wrenching.
I almost cried.
It made me miss Albus Percival Brian Wulfric Dumbledore.
A crime in itself.
Bloody phoenix.