Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 39

Blaise's POV:

They all stood outside, a crying Hagrid holding a limp Harry in his arms. It can't be what he thinks.

Voldemort, he finally agrees to call him, was staring at them all amongst his followers. He stood with Luna and held her hand which was softly shaking.

"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort shouts. His followers cheer and laugh, and so does he.

Blaise's breath catches in his throat. No, this can't be true. Luna squeezes his hand and he squeezes it back.

"From this day forward... your faith will be had in me." Voldemort says with a smirk, his pointy fingernail gesturing towards himself. "Step forward... come join me. Or die." He threatens, awaiting those to step forward.

"Draco... come." Draco's father urges. He looks back and notices Draco standing amongst the crowd. He almost missed him. He watches as Draco's eyes dart around the crowd. Blaise saw a hint of something on his face, perhaps sadness? Dissappointment? Regardless, he didn't care. Draco betrayed him and all of Hogwarts. "Come!" His father urges again and Draco quickly moves from his spot and towards the crowd.

"Well done, Draco!" Voldemort says with a smile. Draco goes over to his parents and stands there, staring at the ground.

No one else moves, at least not for a few seconds. Until he watches Neville limp forward and Blaise rushes toward him, only to be pulled back by Luna. He shakes his head in disbelief. Not Neville, please no.

Voldemort and his followers have a laugh. "I honestly expected better... but we'll take it." He says.

He glares at them and clenches his hand into a fist.

"Say... what is your name, dear boy?" Voldemort asks.

"Neville Longbottom." Neville says, earning laughs from Voldemort and his cult. If it weren't for Luna, Blaise would be storming towards them and hitting every single one of them with a hex right about now.

"Well, Neville, I'm sure we can find a place for you here." Voldemort says.

"I'd like to say something!" Neville announces.

"Well, I'm sure we'd all love to hear what you have to say." Voldemort replies.

"It doesn't matter that Harry's gone-"

"Stand down, Neville!" Seamus says.

"People die every day!" Neville shouts, "Friends... family... And yeah... We lost Harry tonight. He may not be here, but he's still with us... in here," Neville says pointing at his chest. "Just like Fred, Remus, Tonks, Dumbledore... But you know what... They didn't die in vain!" He turns to Voldemort, "But you will, because you're wrong! Harry's heart did beat for us, for all of us! It's not over!" He shouts, reaching into the Sorting Hat and pulling out a sword. At the same time Harry drops from Hagrid's arms and onto the ground.

"Potter!" Draco shouts, throwing a wand Harry's way. He grabs it with one hand and throws a spell at Voldemort's snake, but Voldemort blocks it for him.

They stood there and watched as Voldemort threw spells left and right at Harry, only to have them be missed. Slowly, the cowardly death eaters began to file out.

They all make their way into the castle and Harry goes to them.

"Get everyone inside! We have to kill the snake!" Harry says to them.

Neville holds up the sword, ready to strike, only to be thrown backwards by a spell Voldemort threw at him.

"Neville!" Blaise shouts, running to him.