Chapter 8
Potter finally came forth. We were giving up hope; Voldemort was prepared to continue the fight. But then he arrived. The Dark Lord didn't waste much time. In a blink of an eye, Potter was splayed on the ground. But so was Voldemort. The Dark Lord took time to recover. My sister ran to him in order to aid him. She was so devoted, more so than any of his followers. He brushed her off, he didn't want her help.
The Dark Lord asked someone to go examine the boy. He wouldn't do it himself. He had followers for that. I for some reason stepped forward. I went over to the dead Harry Potter, and felt for a heartbeat. I doubted there would be one. It was the killing curse after all.
I found one.
I checked his eye, he had active pupils. Some how, the killing curse hadn't worked. I didn't bother marveling at it. There was something I had to know. I knew there was a chance that Potter would know. I bent over him further, my mouth close to his face.
"Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?" I asked him in a whisper. I watched him closely. Suddenly the immobile young man answered me as subtle and as quiet as possible. He mouthed, 'yes.'
When I marched with the other death eaters to the school with the half giant carrying Potter's body, I thought I knew what was going to happen next. Voldemort was going to insult the other side even further by asking for recruits. I saw my son in the crowd, Potter had told the truth about him. But Draco didn't look like he would be moving from his spot.
"Draco," I called to him. Why was he standing with the other side? "Come." And he did, sheepishly. He was terrified. And he had good reason. As he was coming over to us, the Dark Lord embraced him. I flinched, as did my son and Lucius. Draco came to the side of me, I took his hand.
A buffoon looking boy, the son of the aurors that had caused my sister to be sent to Azkaban, made a speech. It was all about how their side really hadn't lost. Our side laughed and smirked at his idiotic monologue. But then a secret that only I knew, revealed itself. Potter leaped out of the giant's hands. Everyone now knew he was alive. The battle began again.