Lucius, Narcissa and Draco's Death
"Draco!" Narcissa called as she hurried down the corridor in Hogwarts School. Her husband, Lucius, was at her side. Both had their wands drawn. Narcissa's black cloak billowed because of the wind coming from the window, revealing her white dress below the black shroud.
Lucius wore his own cloak, with the stylish designed leather coat beneath it that once upon of time would have been valuable and expensive, but now he did not care for his looks, for his loyalty. Only for his wife and his son, Draco, to be away from harm.
There was an explosion, that caused Narcissa to fall but Lucius caught her.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, she shook her head and they continued down the hall. Suddenly two figures burst through a door from a classroom, they recognized one of them.
It was Draco.
"Draco!" Narcissa called. They watched as the other figure, a death eater? was attacking Draco. Red and blue spells shot forward at Draco, but using his mother's wand, Draco deflected most of them but wasn't doing all too well. Narcissa pulled out her own, borrowed wand and shot a spell at the death eater, he defected it but being distracted by Narcissa gave Draco his chance. He lashed out and his foot slammed into the death eater's knee, causing him to cry out and fall to his knees. Draco then kicked his head and he flew back. Draco slashed his wand the death eater was unconscious.
Narcissa ran up to him and wrapped him in to her arms, crying as she did. He was dirty, his clothes torn and his hair messy. He looked just as exhausted as any of them.
"Draco, come son." Lucius said, putting his hand on his son's shoulder. "We are leaving,"
Draco did not object, he nodded and walked with his parents.
"Are you?" a high, evil voice whispered. They all spun to see him; he slithered out from behind a pillar, his cloak blowing out like a cape, his red eyes glaring at them. His nose was two slits, and his mouth pulled into an angry smile.
Lord Voldemort.
Lucius stiffened and Draco stopped breathing. Narcissa cowered slightly behind her husband.
"To be truthful with you, Lucius, I am not the least bit surprised. Actually I'm wrong, I'm surprised you and you're pathetic family lasted this long," Lucius did not reply. "You are cowards, all of you. Lucius you most of all, once one of my closest followers, and now...you think you can run away from battle...the same with you Narcissa." Voldemort said in a mockingly disappointed tone. 'You were perhaps more useful than Lucius and with you, Draco...well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it." he chuckled and took a few steps towards them, Lucius took a step back, forcing Draco and Narcissa to also.
Voldemort lifted up the Elder Wand and examined it. "It may not serve me fully, but it can perform the simplest of spells, I suppose it'll do the job in killing you. Oh yes, I am going to kill you." he said, smiling at the Malfoy family's shocked faces.
"Run." Lucius said to his family as he curved his own wand in the air and shot a spell at Voldemort. Like swatting a fly Voldemort deflected the spell and laughed before pointing his own wand at Lucius and Lucius was thrown back into the wall. Narcissa pushed Draco along the hall, firing spells of her own back over her shoulder. Suddenly he wasn't there anymore, he was standing ahead of them and Draco cast this time, but his own spell rebounded against him, knocking him to the floor. Narcissa dropped down to check on her boy just as the Dark Lord advanced.
"No!" Lucius Malfoy yelled, getting to his feet and his wand went high, and low, and left and right but with each killing curse he cast, Voldemort deflected it, Voldemort was inches away from Lucius, so close he ignored casting spells and lifted Lucius up by the throat. Lucius struggled against the hand closing around his throat; he fought but suddenly brought his foot up and kicked the Lord in the chest, knocking him back a few feet. Lucius lifted up his wand.
"Avada Kedavra" Voldemort cast, Lucius didn't even get to take a breath before it was all taken from him and he fell, knocking into his wife. Narcissa lay there, looking into the empty, dead eyes of her husband. She cried out, Draco burst into tears and turned to Voldemort but before either he or the Dark Lord could cast Narcissa lifted her wand.
"Protego!" she called, and a shield was created between the two, Voldemort struggled against it, casting whatever he could at it, finding himself unable to attack. Narcissa pointed her wand at the wall and shouted. "Bombarda Maxima!" the wall to the left of them blew sky high, rocks and bricks and dirt fell on them and after a moment, there was a giant hole in the wall of the castle, looking down over the back of the school.
"Come, Draco, Apparate out of here. I will catch up,' Narcissa cried through tears and Draco put his foot on the rock on the edge, ready to do as he was told but there was a chuckle and they turned. The spell had been broken and Voldemort raised his wand.
"Avada Kedavra" Voldemort shouted again, the green flashed.
"No!" Narcissa screamed, throwing herself in front of the curse aimed at her son. The spell hit her in the chest, making her stumble back a little before it ran the surface of her skin, and left. She flew back to the floor.
Narcissa Malfoy was gone. Draco cried out, he lifted his own wand.
"Expelliarmus." Voldemort said, Draco's wand flew into the air and Voldemort caught it. "Do not be foolish, dear Draco." he chuckled. "You know what; you and your family remind me so much of the dear Potter's." Draco understood fully what the dark Lord meant.
"The way James Potter died, protecting his wife and son, and the way dear Lily Potter cast herself in front of curse, killing her instead of her son in which whom I was aiming at. You're not so different from Potter after all." Voldemort said.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Draco replied, running at the Dark Lord. It was useless. Voldemort smiled as he killed Draco Malfoy and then using his bare foot his kicked Draco's lifeless corpse out of the hole. His body hit the floor with a terrible crunch and the splatter of red blood was all that could be seen. Voldemort smiled to himself as he walked away to find Potter.