Draco.
Draco. No, no, no.
Macnair came and told me the news.
"There was a fire. Fiendfyre, ma'am. In the room of forgotten objects. And Draco, well, he was in it. Draco is most likely dead, ma'am."
When he said these words my heart stopped. It can't be. My baby he's...
Its his fault.
The Dark Lord.
V-vv-voldemort.
If it weren't for him, my baby would be still alive.
He killed my Draco.
The forest seemed cold in the mist. I imagined my Draco, when he was little, who would be cuddling against me.
His mummy.
Who failed to protect him.
I was alone. Forever.
I don't even know why I was here. I couldn't pay attention. My grief was like a never ending nightmare that I couldn't wake up from.
Someone went up to Voldemort.
"There - there's no sign of him, my lord."
The high, cold voice came from his thin, cracked lips. From the one who took away my Draco.
"Ahh..I thought he would come."
"He did come," said Harry Potter. "I came."
The Potter boy. Of course! He came from the castle. He must know about Draco. I wanted to ask him.
And then I realised why he was here.
"Harry Potter," whispered Voldemort. "The Boy Who Lived. Come...to die."
Voldemort raised his wand, tilting his head like a small child, as though curious what's would happen if he proceeded.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" he screamed, with malicous desire. There was a flash of blinding green light, and we saw both the Potter boy and the Dark Lord lying on the forest floor. Bellatrix, me, and a few other of his followers rushed over to him. They wanted to aid him.
Personally, I hoped he was dead.
He appeared to be dreaming, muttering something about 'Nagini' and 'keeping her safe' and 'Horcruxes'.
The oaf Hagrid had been subdued earlier on, but was sobbing again.
"Silencio!" Cried someone and there was silence.
Voldemorts eyelids fluttered, as Bella was obsessively checking him over. As he stood up he shoved her out of the way, which gave the me the sudden urge to laugh. Bella looked rather disgruntled.
"Go check him," Voldemort said, and it took me a moment to realise he was talking to me.
I walked over to Potter, nervous.
I felt his neck, his chest, his temple. At first there was nothing. Then I felt the slightest pulse, getting stronger, stronger. He was alive.
I swallowed.
"Draco." I whispered. "Draco, is he alive?"
Potter gave a small nod. My heart leapt, warmt. Hope had come back to me. My baby, my Draco was alive. I wanted to smile.
I arose.
"Well?" Demanded Bella, impatiently.
I faced the crowd.
"Dead."