Nothing belongs to me.
LIX: Stars
The world had ended. Draco's world had ended.
His mind spiraled out of control as he tried to grasp the impossibility that – no, it couldn't be.
The ice that had numbed him as he watched her fall now transformed into fire, raging hotter that any flame that ever dared to burn before.
He barely heard the shouts around him, with all this dull ringing in his ears –
"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"
Molly Weasley threw off her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms, but he got there first.
Bellatrix's laugh died on her lips at this sudden change of events.
Draco could feel his grip on his mother's wand tighten as he raised it. Hate coursed through him like venom, and one side of the Great Hall was illuminated by the green light that surged from the borrowed wand.
His aunt hadn't stood a chance.
Draco dropped to his knees, inch toward his world, his fallen angel.
She laid perfectly still, her crimson hair pinned beneath her, a look of peace etched across her features. She could have been sleeping, had her eyes been closed.
They stared up at Draco, unseeing, for the stars had long since left them.