Harry and Dumbledore walked to Hogsmeade, and once there, they apparated to the cave where Voldemort went with the orphanage as a kid. To retrieve the Horcrux, Dumbledore had to drink some sort of potion that made him go gradually insane, and then they had to fight an army of zombies. Well, not zombies, Inferi. Once they retrieved Slytherin's locket and made it out of the cave alive, Harry and Dumbledore apparated back to Hogsmeade.
"We're almost there, professor." Harry said, as he helped Dumbledore up.
"Dumbledore! Thank God you're here!" Madam Rosmerta, the owner of the Three Broomsticks came up running to them.
"What's wrong, Rosmerta?" Dumbledore asked.
Rosmerta pointed to the sky, in the direction of the castle, and there it was: The Dark Mark.
"Holy shi-" Harry muttered to himself.
Draco. He's in the castle. If the Death Eaters get to him they'll… they'll… maybe they already did. No. No. It can't be.
"When did it appear?" Dumbledore rushed.
"Must've been a few minutes ago."
"We must return to the castle immediately," Dumbledore turned to Harry.
"Professor, you're not in shape-"
"Rosmerta," Dumbledore called, "we need transport. Brooms?"
Madam Rosmerta had brooms. And so, Dumbledore and Harry flew to the castle- to the tower under the mark. Harry under his cloak, following Dumbledore's orders.
When they landed there, there was no sign of struggle or a fight. No body.
"What happened-" Harry started asking, but Dumbledore cut him off.
"Severus," Dumbledore said, "get Severus."
"But-"
Before Harry could argue, though, they heard footsteps climbing the spiral staircase to the top of the tower. Dumbledore pushed Harry, who was still under his cloak, aside.
"Expelliarmus!" The door to the stairs was blasted open, and Dumbledore's wand flew out of his down and out of the tower down to the grounds.
Harry felt his body freeze. He couldn't move. Dumbledore must've wandlessly and wordlessly immobilized him. It could've also well been the shock to see who disarmed Dumbledore.
"Good evening," Dumbledore said, calmly, "Draco."
Draco stood there in the moonlight, paler and skinnier than ever. This year has taken its toll on him and it shows.
"Is Harry safe?" Draco asked, still pointing his wand at Dumbledore.
"He is." Dumbledore said, "I instructed him to wait for me with Rosmerta at the Three Broomsticks." Lie.
"He would've insisted to come here," Draco said, he knows Harry best.
"He did," Dumbledore said, "but I can be quite persuasive."
Draco just stood there, unsure of what to say or do next.
"Are you gonna kill me, Draco?" Dumbledore asked, almost taunting him.
"Unless you kill me first," Draco said, almost wishfully. Dumbledore chuckled in amusement.
Draco and Dumbledore both stared at each other, Draco with his wand up, pointed at Draco, and Dumbledore with a hint of a smile and an almost daring look in his eyes.
"You're not a killer, Draco." Dumbledore said, breaking the silence.
"You don't know that!" Draco said, "you don't know what I'm capable of- what I've done."
"Oh, I do know," Dumbledore chuckled, "I know you almost killed Anthony Goldstein."
It was Draco? And Dumbledore knew?
"I also know you almost killed Harry."
"That was an accident." Draco quickly said.
"I thought you said you loved him. I thought you understood what that meant." Dumbledore went on.
"I do!" Draco yelled back, "I love him more than anything in this world." He said quietly, while tearing up. "Can't you see? I'm doing this for him. To protect him."
"Well, in that case, you must go on and do it," Dumbledore said, "I'm sure he'll understand."
Before Draco could respond, they heard more footsteps coming up the stairs. A bunch of Death Eaters walked through the door. Harry recognized some of them from the Ministry last summer. Harry's blood boiled when he saw a particular Death Eater: Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" She said maniacally, "Bravo, Draco! Bravo!"
"I see you got company," Dumbledore said, "may I ask-" Dumbledore started asking, but Draco cut him off.
"Vanishing Cabinets," Draco answered promptly, almost proud.
"Ahhh," Dumbledore almost groaned, "that's clever."
"Do it, Draco!" Bellatrix hissed, "make your auntie Bella proud."
Draco hesitated, and it felt like forever before the sound of- more- footsteps coming up the stairs interrupted the silence. Out of the door came none other than Severus Snape.
"Severus…" Dumbledore said, almost pleading. "Severus, please."
Snape's expression said it all: "Avada Kedavra!"
As Dumbledore fell to the ground, Harry regained his mobility, but by the time he overcame the shock, the Death Eaters along with Snape and Draco have fled.
"What have you done?" Harry muttered to himself, thinking of Draco. He looked up to the door, and then bolted.
He ran down the stairs, through hallways, to the grounds. He ran into Hermione and many members of the Order, but he was not there. He was not present. He was fixated on one thing and one thing only. Draco Malfoy.
As he gained sight of him he yelled: "Draco! You Bastard!"
Draco stopped and turned around. He was still very far.
"Don't run away you fucking coward!" Harry shouted.
As Harry got closer, Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry disarmed him, as he took the last few steps towards him, and punched him in the face.
Harry heard Draco's nose break. Draco yelled in pain and fell to the ground, his hand covering his nose.
"Flipendo!" A voice came from behind Draco, and the spell sent Harry flying back, knocking him off his feet and causing him to fall to the ground. It was Snape, who then helped Draco up to his feet.
"How could you do?" Harry now said quietly, tears filling his eyes, "I trusted you."
Draco turned around, and stared at Harry. His grey eyes shining in the moonlight, his nose crooked and bleeding onto his palms covering it and the lower half of his face. One last glance before he let Snape drag him away.
And with that, year 6 is done.
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