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Chapter Thirty-three
"The time is now!" You-Know-Who shouted, the other Death Eaters agreeing with him in a celebratory shout. "But we shall give them a chance. We're not monsters. Surely not all of them will side with Harry Potter." He spat the name. "He is our quarry. We will kill those who defend him, but there is no need to spill unnecessary magical blood. Unless their Mudbloods, of course." His laugh was so choppy and breathy that it sounded fake, but the Death Eaters covered him with laughs of their own.
The Dark Lord lifted a hand and gradually lowered it, silencing the Death Eaters. He turned towards the Castle and raised his wand towards the sky, gathering dark clouds and blocking out the moon and stars. Thunder rumbled as he held his wand to his throat. "I know that many of you will want to fight," his hissed.
The Death Eaters glowed with pride while my hands flew to my head. His voice sounded inside of my own head as if his words were my thoughts. A grating pressure built on the back of my neck as I tried to force it away.
"Some of you may even think that to fight is wise," the Dark Lord continued.
A hand slid over my wrist and gently pulled my hand away from my head. Mother leaned closer to me and muttered into my ear, "It's easier if you don't fight it."
"But this is folly."
Not fight? It might have been easier to not fight the Dark Lord, but that didn't mean it was better.
"Give me Harry Potter."
The icy numbness around my mind and heart cracked a little more, allowing me to finally feel the fear I should be. My heart raced, but I took deep breaths to try to calm it down.
"Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched."
Part of me wished that they would comply. If they gave Potter to You-Know-Who, no one would lose their lives, but the rest of me knew that the moment Harry was killed, the Dark Lord will order Hogwarts to be razed.
"Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded. You have one hour."
One hour. Just one hour until the battle began. My heart thudded against my ribs, threatening to break through.
The Death Eaters milled around, chatting with one another about the upcoming battle. From what I could hear, most of them were excited to kill the students in the school.
There were First Years in there. They were only eleven years old. They couldn't fight. I looked back up at the school, scanning the firelight that was shining through the windows of the Great Hall. All I could do was hope that anyone underage would be away from the school when the battle started.
The hour was only half over when one of the Death Eaters pointed at the school and shouted, "What're they doing?"
Lines of light were extending out of various parts of the school, creating a shield around each line. The shields expanded until they joined each other and covered the entire school.
"Sure hope the other team saw that," a Death Eater woman muttered beside me.
At least the staff was taking measures to protect the school. Maybe they got the younger students out and bought Harry time to do whatever he came to the school to do.
The end of the hour had almost arrived when Bellatrix forced her way through the crowd of thousands of Death Eaters, joining the Dark Lord at the top of the hill. You-Know-Who's eyes hadn't left the school since he sent his message. What was he waiting for? Why would he wait when he probably knew as well as I did that they weren't going to give Potter up?
The Dark Lord chuckled softly. "They never learn. Such a pity," he muttered.
"But, my lord," a Death Eater voiced, taking a small step forward. "Shouldn't we wait for-"
You-Know-Who turned his flattened face on the Death Eater and glared through his slitted eyes, causing the Death Eater to bow his head and retract back into the crowd.
The Dark Lord turned his gaze back to the school and ordered, "Begin."
Waves upon waves of spells exploded out of the Death Eaters' wands, each hitting the shield around the school with a deafening bang and a flash of white light. They refused to let up their bombardment just as I refused to raise my wand. They concentrated their spells on one part of the shield. No matter what spells the protective shield was made from, it wouldn't be able to withstand this level of power for long.
You-Know-Who suddenly gasped and threw his head back. He spent several moments taking in air as if he had been held underwater before raising his wand and shouting so loudly that his cry almost drowned out the bangs from the Death Eaters' spells. Voldemort delivered a powerful and continuous spell, drilling it into the shield around the school until it cracked. Orange-rimmed holes appeared in the shield and gradually ate away at it. By the time the Dark Lord ended his spell, the shield had disintegrated entirely.
Death Eaters from every part of the gathering took off in streams of black mist, zooming towards the school. Giants and magical creatures that the Dark Lord had recruited charged down the hill and fell upon the school. The stone of the school broke and shattered fires appearing on the grounds and reaching through shattered windows. The screams of death and war could be heard even up here.
What was this? What was I doing? I shouldn't even be here.
"Draco," my mother's soothing voice called, a hand placing itself on my shoulder. I glanced at her, all nerves and thought stopping short. "It's time. Go get him."
I automatically nodded, raised Mother's wand and Disapparated, appearing a hall that was surging with students and staff.
I couldn't get Potter alone. I needed backup to fight through the battle to get to him. I looked around, scanning the faces of students until I spotted Blaise and Goyle. I grabbed the backs of their robes and dragged them out of the river of students and pushed them into a different hall.
"What're you doing?" Goyle demanded once I let them both go.
"And where were you this year?" Blaise added.
"Doesn't matter," I dismissed. "Wanna help me capture Potter or not?"
"Heck yes!" Goyle shouted, readying his wand. "Know where he is?"
An ear splitting crack echoed through the hall, a bright orange light coming from a different corridor. The three of us ducked and moved as fast as we could away from the other corridor's entrance, narrowly dodging a spray of wood splinters and crushed stone.
Once the dreadful sound of collapse and destruction quieted, I glanced down the corridor and discovered the silhouette of a man stopping at a wall. He was the same height and build as Potter. He stood there for a moment until the stone of the wall turned to wood and metal, forming a large pair of doors. The black-haired man entered the doors and let them fall shut behind him. The double doors gradually faded back to stone once they closed.
"Wait," Blaise ordered, grabbing my arm. "What do you mean 'capture Potter'?"
I didn't answer. Is that what I said? Capture Potter?
"Do you even know what you're doing?" Blaise added.
No. I didn't know what I was doing, but I peered around the corner again, watching the last part of the doors disappear. "Come on," I demanded, two different kinds of ice-one of calm and one of panic-fighting for control.
I closed my eyes and repeated the process that became second nature last year as we stood in front of the wall. I summoned the Room of Requirement, pleading that it would lead me to Harry Potter. The doors reappeared and I habitually walked through them without waiting for Blaise and Goyle. The maze of junk inside seemed to have grown larger over the last year. The piles of lost things nearly reached the ceiling, and there more pathways then before.
"Which way?" Goyle asked.
I shrugged in answer before picking a random pathway and starting down it. I peered down every path we passed, hoping to spot Potter, but I never did.
"Draco, wait. You gotta stop and think," Blaise suggested, grabbing my shoulder. "What's Potter even in here for?"
I was about to say that I didn't know, but I stopped myself. I had to get this over with. "Just one more path."
I turned down a new path and discovered Potter leaning over something on a small table. I glanced at the other two and nodded. Goyle had his wand up in a flash, and Blaise followed his lead. I was the last to raise my wand.
"Well, well," I said, playing for time. "What brings you here, Potter?"
I couldn't deliver him to the Dark Lord. Mother asked me to, but why did I feel like I had to?
"I could ask you the same," Harry calmly returned, taking a step back from the table and facing us.
I glanced at my wand-my mother's wand. That might buy me enough time to figure out what was going on in my head. "You have something of mine. I'd like it back."
Since when does Mother asking me to do something force me to listen? I might be of age, but I'm still a teenager. I shouldn't be forced to listen to her.
"What's wrong with the one you have?" Potter asked, gesturing to my wand.
What was he doing? Was he playing for time, too?
"It's my mother's," I answered. "It's powerful, but it's not the same. It doesn't quite understand me." Was I talking about the wand or my mother now? I couldn't tell. "Do you know what I mean?"
I had to decide now. Turn on my mother and the Death Eaters and fight or comply and deliver Potter to the Dark Lord?
"Why didn't you tell her? Bellatrix." Potter wondered. "You knew it was me." He shrugged slightly. "You didn't say anything."
Why was he asking about that? Couldn't he just accept that I didn't tell her and move on? Why did he always have to analyze everything? What happened to not looking a gift horse in the mouth?
"Come on, Draco," Goyle urged, muttering in my ear. "Don't be a prat. Do it. Do it for him."
Goyle's wand shook, and he took a step forward, his excited anxiousness radiating off of him. "Easy," I calmed, glancing at him. I needed a minute to figure this out. We couldn't take him yet.
"Expelliarmus!" someone shouted, throwing the spell at me.
The bright spell hit my hand and took my wand, throwing it to the floor. It was Hermione. She and Ron had somehow found us.
"Avada Kedavra!" Goyle shouted as Blase grabbed my sleeve and pulled me back down the path we came.
"Stupefy!" Hermione returned, throwing the spell at Goyle who threw up a shield and deflected it.
I lost sight of the battle as Blaise pulled me away. Weasley roared at the top of his lungs, shouting, "That's my girlfriend!"
Blaise eventually let go of my arm, and I instantly froze in place. The icy numbness that had held me since I left the cellar was shattering, disintegrating bit by bit. Whatever You-Know-Who did to me was leaving.
I didn't have to give him Potter.
Goyle ran passed me, and I turned around to see Ron charging after him, shouting as loud as he could. "You tried to kill her!" he roared, pointing his wand at me.
I put my hands up with my palms facing him. "No, I didn't. That was Bellatrix."
"No, it wasn't. You're with them!" he dismissed.
"Come on!" I yelled back, tired of having to explain myself over and over again. "Did you even ask her what happened? And when you came out of the cellar, did I throw a single spell at you?"
Ron lowered his wand slightly before putting it back up again and taking a few steps towards me, his expression harder than stone. "I should end you now."
I put my hands down and moved so close to Weasley that the tip of his wand was nearly touching my throat. "Then do it," I sighed. "You'd be doing everyone here a favour."
Hot, orange light suddenly flared up behind me, making us both jump. Goyle was stalking towards us with his wand in the air, massive flames coiling around him and growing bigger by the second.
Ron grabbed my shirt front and shoved me down a path in the maze of junk before taking off back towards Harry and Hermione. "Goyle's setting the whole place on fire!"
A massive flame launched itself after Weasley, chasing him like a snake on the hunt. I ran in the opposite direction of the flame, but new fire sprang up down every path I turned. My legs ached from the run, my eyes and lungs burned from the thickening smoke, and sweat dripped down my face from the overwhelming heat of the fire.
I didn't know how long I ran until Blase, Goyle and I crashed into each other from three different pathways. Goyle was repeatedly flicking his wand, bright fire still spewing out of the end of it.
"You're an idiot!" I shouted at Goyle over the roaring flames, my throat burning from the smoke. "This is Frendyfire! This whole place is gonna come down!"
"Where's the door?" he yelled back, tossing his wand into the growing fire.
"I don't know!" My lungs heaved as I breathed in the raining ash, making a rough cough force its way out of my chest. "And it's not like we could get to it anyways!"
"We gotta climb!" Blaise suggested, not waiting for Goyle and me to agree. He bolted for a large pile of junk and grabbed hold, hoisting himself up.
A wall of things exploded into flame and splinters of wood next to us. Goyle and I both ducked and dodged every way we could, straining to make it to Blaise. The three of us climbed the stack of loose pieces, my heart jumping with every piece I grabbed. I couldn't pull on it too hard or it would break loose and fall, but my panic was quickly making me forget that.
The flames climbed higher and higher underneath us. I looked up to see how far above the fire this stack of junk would get us, but the black smoke consumed most of my vision.
A scream came from below, and I automatically thought that Potter got caught in the flames. I looked down, pleading for for that to not be the case, but instead it was Goyle. He fell off of the stack, grasping a chair that had come loose. He screamed all the way down until he dropped into the fire, silencing him forever.
I froze where I was. The icy numbness creeping back up on me.
"Let's go!" a voice shouted.
I looked up to find Blaise standing at the top of the pile with his hand down towards me. I took his offered hand and allowed him to pull me to the top. I looked around the place for anything to help us, but there was nothing but flames. Flames and three people on broomsticks.
The trio blasted by us, the dust and ash whipping around all the more. "This way!" one shouted.
Potter left us. I might deserve it, but Blaise doesn't. He only ever tried to help me get better. I never thought Potter could leave anyone.
The pile succumbed to both our weight and the heat, collapsing underneath us. I cried out as my heart leaped into my throat, scrambling to get a hold on anything. My hand eventually snagged something in the pile that held firm.
"You okay?" Blaise yelled over the ever increasing roar of the flames.
I nodded, trying to ask if he was okay too, but only a thick cough came out instead.
I was gonna die in here. In the room I let the Death Eaters through, killing Dumbledore. It was fitting, I suppose.
A buzzing sound rose above the roar of the flames, and I looked up to find Potter coming back. Why would he risk his life for Blaise and me?
The both of us reached for his hand, but he was moving too fast for either of us to grab hold. He glidded passed us, and the pile wobbled, threatening to topple over. I instantly renewed my hold on the stable part of the pile, gripping it until my knuckles turned white.
The three of them disappeared into the thickening smoke, and I thought that they left us again. But I have never been so glad to be proven wrong.
Harry broke through the smoke at a different angle than before and reached out his hand. I stretched out my arm as the stack pitched again. Potter's arm impacted mine and I was lifted off of the pile. I grabbed Potter's shoulders as tight as I could until I had stabilized on the thin broom. I let go and grabbed the broom as I checked behind me, overjoyed to find that Blaise had gotten onto Weasley's broom and Granger was keeping up with us.
Potter expertly maneuvered us through the falling debris. Tables and chairs exploded into splinters of wood, and pile after pile of things toppled over, joining Goyle in flames below. At last, the doors of the Room came into view, but they were blocked by a wall of fire. Granger zoomed ahead of us and drew her wand, forcing the fiery wall apart.
Potter dove us through the flames and the doors, a blast of fire throwing the broom off balance and tossing us both off. My shoulder crashed into the stone floor, a sharp pain making me hiss. I did the only thing I could do: forced myself up and ran. I got far enough away from the flames to be safe but remained close enough to keep Harry, Ron and Granger in sight, leaning against the wall and crouching behind a mass of fallen stone.
"Harry!" Hermione shouted, pointing towards the base of the doors.
Weasley tossed something long and curved towards Potter who caught it and brought it crashing down towards something silver and blue. The glinting object exploded with a black fire that threw Harry off of his feet. Ron ran forward and kicked the blackened object into the Room of Requirement. The bright flames of the Frendyfire consumed it and seemed to recoil before surging forward, forming three separate faces of You-Know-Who. The doors closed at the last second, containing Goyle's fire and fading away to stone.
I finally stood and scanned the three of them. They seemed to be physically all right, but Potter was scrambling with his back against the wall and hyperventilating. Was he having a panic attack? He wrapped his arms around himself and rocked back and forth, his eyebrows drawn together, and his eyes shut tightly in fear. Ron and Hermione slowly approached Potter, watching him with the same worry that was inside of me.
Eventually, Potter opened his eyes, and he looked up at them. "It's the snake. She's the last one. The last Horcrux," he panted.
Hermione sighed, and her shoulders slumped like it was disappointing news.
Ron took a step forward and knelt down to Potter's level. "Look inside him, Harry," he encouraged. "Find out where he is. If we find him, we can find the snake. Then we can end this."
Potter swallowed deeply and sighed shakily before closing his eyes and trembling. He held himself for several minutes before shaking his head sharply and opening his eyes. He looked up at them and whispered, "I know where he is."
"Why are you looking for him?" I asked, making them all jump and turn to me. I came out of my hiding place and took a few slow steps toward them. "Shouldn't you be running the other direction?" The trio stared at me like I had grown a second head. "Look," I gestured to Harry, "You-Know-Who wants to kill you, clone you and kill you again for who knows why. You need to be as far away from him as possible."
"Why would you care?" Ron snapped, rising to his feet. "You work with them."
"I have my reasons for that," I answered, not wanting to get any further into it.
Ron raised his fist and, before I could move, connected with my jaw as hard as he could, leaving a dull throbbing pain in my tooth.
"Ron, stop," Hermione ordered as she reached for her boyfriend and took his fisted hand.
"No," I dismissed, massaging my jaw. "I deserve every bit of that." Two out of the three of them have punched me. What, does Potter want a free shot, now?
"Yeah, no kidding," Ron laughed, though the laugh was devoid of emotion. "You say you have your reasons, but until I get irrefutable proof that you're on our side, you're the enemy."
As he talked, a black figure appeared and silently raised its wand, aiming in the center of us. Acting on instinct more than thought, I grabbed the front of Ron's shirt and pulled both him and Hermione down to the floor. I snatched up his wand and got to one knee, shouting, "Sectumsempra!"
The spell connected with the Death Eater and threw him to the floor, blood seeping from his skin.
"What'd you use that one for?" Potter questioned, using the wall to get to his feet.
"I don't know," I answered, helping Ron and Hermione to stand. "First thing that popped into my head."
I held Ron's wand out to him, and he looked me up and down with a skeptical eye. "Aren't you a Death Eater?" He ripped his wand from my hand.
"If by 'Death Eater' you mean that I have a Dark Mark, yes. But if you mean I'm a monster who wants to torture people and kill Potter and any and all Muggleborns, no," I denied.
The four of us fell silent until Granger broke it by holding out my mother's wand to me. "Here."
I could only stare at it in disbelief for a moment, surprised that she would pick it up.
"What?" she said, raising a mocking eyebrow at me. "I owed you one."
I smirked from amusement for the first time in over a year. "How's your wrist?" I asked, gently taking my wand from her open hand.
"Scarred but fine," she answered.
"Wait," Ron interrupted. "What do you mean you owed him one?"
"Guys, come on!" Harry shouted. "We're running out of time."
"Then where is he?" Weasley asked, turning away from me entirely.
"At the lake in the boat-shed with Lucius Malfoy," Potter answered, looking directly at me. "Malfoy tried to persuade him to end the attack, but Voldemort hit him and said to go get Snape."
I tensed at the mention of Lucius but quickly dismissed it. He can't hurt me anymore. "Let's go, then," I agreed.
Potter and I started down the hall, followed by Ron and Hermione. We dodged debris and spells of every kind, but despite all of that, I was pleased. Pleased that I could finally help Harry in the way I wanted. Pleased that Lucius and Voldemort were far away and that I could fight on the right side.
The four of us turned a corner and ran into a team of three Death Eaters, each with their wand drawn.
"Malfoy?" a man of the group said. "You got him!"
"Actually, he got me," I retorted.
"What?" he gasped.
I raised my wand and recited the spell I vowed to never use unless a Death Eater was on the other end of it. "Avada Kedavra!"
The Death Eater fell in a flash of green light, and the other two stood staring at their fallen companion. After a moment one of them looked up and shouted, "Traitor!"
The Death Eater threw a Killing Curse at me before I could blink, but Potter reached over and blocked it while Hermione and Ron stunned the two Death Eaters left.
The four of us resumed our run towards the boathouse, but I turned to Ron and said through gasps of breath, "You do know that you're gonna have to stop stunning them, right? These guys multiply like rabbits. They're gonna keep coming. Especially since there were two waves planned."
Harry stopped in front of us and turned back to me. "Two waves of Death Eaters?" he repeated.
Ron, Hermione and I stopped and caught our breath. "As far as I understand," I gasped. "One wave of Death Eaters. Then magical creatures. Then a third wave of both."
An ear-piercing screech reached our ears. I didn't recognize it, but it wasn't human.
The four of us straightened and found the source of the animalistic cry: an army of giant, eight-legged acromantulas.
"Not the spiders!" Ron groaned, taking off ahead of us.
Harry, Hermione and I followed after him, running as fast as our aching legs would allow. We tore through the destroyed corridors, dodging fallen stones and bodies of people I didn't look at too closely.
Something impacted my side and threw me to the ground. The air instantly left my lungs, and I gasped for air, looking up for what hit me. One of the acromantulas standing on four of its hind legs, screeching at me in threat.
"Draco!" Potter called starting back towards me, but I scrambled to my feet held up a hand.
"Get to Voldemort. He's more important than me," I ordered, receiving a hesitant nod from Harry.
Potter rejoined his friends and ran through the fires and stone, fighting off multicoloured curses.
I took my aim on the creature that hit me as it charged, all eight of its hairy legs on the ground. I threw a Killing Curse at it, and it dropped to the floor instantly. Another acromantula ascended the mountain of broken stone and leaned over its fellow spider.
I took aim on the second, but it pounced on me before I could recite the first word of the Curse. The spider pinned me to the floor, my wand flying from my hand. I struggled to get out from under it, but the creature held me firm, and my shoes kept slipping on the loose pebbles and puddles of blood.
The acromantula raised up and came down on me, but before it could tear out my throat, a familiar voice shouted, "Arania Exime!" A blue light hit the creature and blasted it away. The light held the spider until its struggles stopped and its screeches silenced.
I launched for my wand and took it up from the ground before turning to find Luna standing with Longbottom, her wand raised towards the spider that nearly killed me.
"Come on, Draco!" she yelled, running to the courtyard with Neville at her heels. I didn't hesitate and followed after her.
"Glad you could make it," Luna greeted as I caught up to her.
"Yeah, well. Big battle, so I figured, 'What better time to get away?'," I returned.
"Get away from who?" Longbottom asked as we raced through the courtyard.
Luna held out a hand, stopping the two of us in the entrance of the courtyard as an unnatural cold iced over every part of me.
"Do you know how to produce a Patronus Charm, Draco?" Luna wondered, raising her wand and taking aim down the stone path that led to the school. The path was overrun with Dementors charging towards us, their mouths gaping open and ready to consume.
"Never had to," I yelled back, the Dementors' cries growing louder by the second.
"Just think of something happy, and the spell will do the rest," Luna explained. "Expecto Patronum!"
A light blue hare appeared out of the end of her wand. The little rabbit hopped away, leaving a trail of sparkling mist. The hare pounced on Dementor after Dementor, knocking them away.
"Expecto Patronum!" Neville shouted, a thick shield extending out of his wand and forcing away more Dementors.
It looked like those two could take care of the Dementors all on there own, but more and more of the black creatures surged towards us.
Think of something happy? In a time like this? I raised my wand anyways-trusting Luna more than I trusted myself-and scoured my mind for a happy memory. Healing Hermione, her giving me my wand a few moments ago, talking with Luna and Ollivander in the cellar, fighting against Voldemort. "Expecto Patronum," I muttered, fearing that my thoughts wouldn't be enough.
A thin shield came out of my wand, pushing away a Dementor or two before disappearing. I cast it again and again until it had no effect at all. There were too many for the three of us.
A large shield blasted passed us and threw the Dementors several feet away, most of them back towards where the Death Eaters and I had waited for the attack.
I turned around in surprise and found a larger man with a greying brown beard and a long coat standing with his wand out. "Thought I got them all last time," he groaned, lowering his wand before taking off.
The deafening sound of an explosion reaching us from the distance. The ground shook like there was an earthquake, and the stone fissured underneath us. Luna lost her balance and slipped off of the edge of the stone bridge with a high-pitched scream.
I instinctively grabbed for her extended arm with both hands and braced myself against the doorway. Luna might be thin, but my arms still burned in the effort of pulling her back up. The angle I had prevented me from doing it alone, and luckily, Neville was there to grab the back of my ruined suit and help me pull pull her up. The two of us managed to get Luna back onto solid ground, and I pulled her back into the courtyard. I leaned her against a wall and looked her over, focusing on the arm that I grabbed to keep her from falling.
"I'm fine, Draco!" she yelled over another boom, pushing me away.
Neville reached around us both and threw a spell at an charging Death Eater, throwing her to the floor.
"Thanks," I said.
Neville didn't react. He turned to the side and sent another spell towards a group of Death Eaters, forcing them apart.
Luna and I stood up from the wall and worked with Neville, delivering spell after spell at the Death Eaters. They blocked and returned the volley, and we did the same.
We managed to dispatch five of the ten Death Eaters in the group before thunder roared, and my wrist burned. The burning took me by such surprise that I cried out and grabbed my wrist, trying to quell the pain.
The Death Eaters froze and consequently, so did everyone else. An image of trees flashed in my mind as the pain intensified.
"What's wrong?" Longbottom asked, coming closer to me but keeping his aim on the frozen Death Eaters.
"My Mark." I undid the cuff on my sleeve, revealing my Dark Mark. The snake was writhing unnaturally on my skin, making the burning worse. "It's disgusting."
"What's it mean?" Luna wondered, glancing between me and the Death Eaters.
"He wants all of his Death Eaters to come to him," I answered.
As if on cue, the Dark Lord's voice cut through the air, his harsh whisper worming its way into my mind.
"You have fought valiantly but in vain. I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilt is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of you dead with dignity."
His words echoed through me, making my stomach jump every way possible. I closed my eyes and put my hands to my head to block him out, though I knew it was of no use.
"Harry Potter, I now speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor. Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman and child who tries to conceal you from me."
A weight lifted from my chest, allowing me to breath at last. I looked back at the Death Eaters and found them all turning to ribbons of black and streaking across the darkened sky towards the Forbidden Forest.
I'm just gonna go ahead and ask you to not judge the storyline of this fanfiction from here on out. This is purely film based, and I don't know much about post-Hogwarts. I've looked up some and incorporated it, but beyond the Battle of Hogwarts and the 19 Years Later Epilogue, we don't know much of Draco's story. I've based it entirely off of the films, how the characters are to me, and how this fanfiction has gone. Hope you all still like it with my future blunders!
Until next time!