Voldemort and Bellatrix met up before traveling to Hogwarts, discussing Snape's achievement of killing the great wizard Dumbledore. "Tell me, Bellatrix. Tell me about what happened to the wizard. How did it all play out?" The Dark Lord questioned her.
"Well, Draco was there, holding his wand ready to strike. I assumed he already disarmed that old fool because he was defenseless."
Voldemort asked in curiosity. "Draco? He disarmed Dumbledore?"
"Yes, my lord. He must have. It wasn't Snape. Albus was already helpless by the time we showed up on the scene. His wand was on the ground in front of him."
Voldemort whispered. "Interesting. So Draco was the one to disarm the wizard." He stated. "That means Draco must be the owner of the elder wand."
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"Avada Kedavra!" The Dark Lord screamed as a light brightened the whole forest.
"Is he dead?" Bellatrix asked as her sister approached Harry.
"Is he alive?" Narcissa whispered to Harry. She had to find her son, Draco. "Draco, is he alive?" No response at all. Harry laid motionless. There was no sign of him breathing and his wrist had no pulse. He was clearly dead. Dread came over her. "Dead." She told the rest of the death eaters.
They all came back to the school in glee. Hagrid though was almost in tears as he carried the lifeless body of Harry Potter back to Hogwarts. "Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort proclaimed excitedly, hands up, claiming his great triumph.
Lillian screamed in horror as she saw her brother there, motionless and pale. "No! Harry!" Ginny wept in agony in her father's arms as she saw her boyfriend's body.
The Dark Lord laughed at Lillian. "Silence, stupid girl! Harry Potter, your brother, is dead! From this day forward you put your faith in me!" He turned toward his followers in a cheerful mood. "Harry Potter is dead!" He laughed in a sickening way. "And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us or die!"
Lillian's fear was getting the best of her at the moment. Part of her wanted to run into the enemy's arms and forever be a death eater knowing she wouldn't suffer the same fate as her brother. Her shame would be too overwhelming. She would never forgive herself for it so she stood in place.
"Draco!" She heard her previous friend's father. "Draco!" The man was clearly worried. "Draco!"
Lillian's looked all over for the boy but could not find her former friend.
"Draco, come." She heard the voice of his mother.
"No, mother." Lillian heard Draco reply.
"Draco! Listen to your mother!" Draco gulped in worry. He hated what he did but he had to do it in order for his parents to not worry. He had to survive.
He stepped forward, got an awfully awkward hug from the Dark Lord and instantly went beside his mom.
There for a split moment, Lillian contemplated going on the winning side but knew it wasn't the right thing to do. She'd rather fight for her brother than live a life of a lie because of her fear.
Then, there was a speech from Neville which hit her right in the heart. She was crying through it all, probably due to fear, worry, sadness of Harry's passing.
The fight began. Some were running toward each other ready to fight for the cause, others were running far from battle. Lillian ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction terrified of what would come of her. Then, she stopped to catch her breath as she heard a voice beneath the battle. "I have to find her!" It was Draco's voice.
"Son! We need to go!" His father was stern and demanding.
"Draco, please!" His mother pleaded. "I don't want you hurt or get killed!"
Draco demanded. "I don't want her to get hurt! Help me look for her! I'm only going to leave if she comes with us!"
His parents glanced back at each other and made a nod. "Alright, Draco." They told him.
Lillian turned toward the direction of their voices to meet a wizard in complete black. It was obvious he was a death eater. "Please!" The man laughed, holding his wand up to her, ready to kill the girl. She got her strength up, and yelled in that second. "Crucio!" She cried as her wand zapped the man, causing him to scream in pain.
Draco turned toward the scream to see Lillian distraught. "Lillian!" He called out her name.
"Draco?" She questioned, suprised to see him. He ran to her, and hugged her for dear life. Her tears soaked his clothes as she buried her face into his shoulder. It was their first real embrace and it felt so nice to hold each other. "Are you okay?" Draco asked her, as he looked into her eyes, face to face.
She shook her head, no, because she wasn't okay. She had just tortured a man because he tried to kill her. She was not alright. Tears continued to stream from her eyes. Draco could feel her trembling in his arms. She felt as if she would faint from the horrible stress she was under, the anxiety of battle, knowing in any moment she could be with Harry, in death. "My family and I, we are leaving! Come with us!"
"But I can't leave my friends!" Lillian cried. Draco stared deep in her eyes. Terror only showed through.
"You are scared and I am too!" He stated.
"Draco! Come!" Lucius yelled as he ran to his son.
"I can't leave her, father!" Draco yelled.
"Then let's bring the girl!" He stated, grabbing the two and shoving them forward. Draco's mom followed, grasping to her son's hand and leading him away.
The four left the battle. Draco and his parents didn't feel at all guilty but Lillian did. It was horrid, the endless feeling of pain that she left her friends there to die at the hands of the Dark Lord and his followers. It crushed her that she could be that weak to not stand up for her brother. Her brother who sacrificed everything for her and Hogwarts.
They finally made it there, to Draco's home, to Malfoy Manor. Draco talked about it all the time, so Lillian was a bit eager to see what the grand mansion looked liked. Turned out, it was like something from a horror film. Black, dark, spooky but also magnificent. It seemed well kept from the outside. "Draco, when we go into the house, show Lillian to a room." Narcissa told her son.
"We will figure out later what to do with her." His father told him with a menacing voice, which made Lillian's worrisome and sorrowful mind even more heavy with anxiety.
Once they approached the front porch, Draco's father knocked on the door loud, causing Lillian to startle. "You okay?" Draco asked.
"Yeah." She whispered.
The large door opened and she was amazed how big the room was. There was a grand staircase and the largest chandelier she had ever seen. It was absolutely extraordinary.
She saw a small elf much similar to Dobby opening the door. It was a female house elf that was a little shorter than he was. "We are all hungry! Fetch us dinner, now!" The elf squeaked as she rushed to the kitchen.
Draco was about to escort Lillian upstairs but his mother stopped him. "Introduce Lillian to the elf first, darling."
"Of course." He said and then led his friend into the kitchen. "Hey, Moony. This is Lillian. My friend. Our guest. She'll be staying with us. We'll need an extra plate for her from now on."
"Yes, master Draco. Pardon, nice to meet you miss." Moony said.
"Nice to meet you." Lillian replied, shaking hands with the elf which surprised the creature. It was like someone was treating her as an equal for the first time.
They both head upstairs to a simple empty room with only a bed, desktop, and a special balcony. "My room is just next to this one so don't be shy to knock when you want something or you just want to talk." Draco rambled, as Lillian nodded her head okay.
He noticed the girl beginning to shiver in fright, her uneasy and unsteady form. Draco placed his hand on top of hers. "I'm so sorry, Lillian. For everything."
Tears silently fell off her cheeks. All she did was mention her brother. "My brother, Harry, he's gone, Draco." He stared into his friend's eyes once more. They grew closer until they both held each other in their arms. He tightly clung to her, his arms around her waist and neck. "I'll let you have some alone time. See you around."
"See you." Lillian responded back. As the door closed shut, she instantly threw herself on the bed, clinging to the pillow.
She didn't know where her friends were or if they were still alive. Did her side win or lose the war? She had to know soon. Lillian had her head down on the pillow, wrapping herself in the covers, thinking of the day. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was of her older brother, Harry.