Left Behind 3: Curses

Ron's Interrogation

And Now we return to our hero...

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Draco groaned as Ron let another punch fly into the pit of his stomach.

He wretched.

Nothing came up.

It didn't matter.

Nothing did.

Without Hermione there was no point.

Draco coughed tasting blood

Why had she done it? He remembered the look in her eyes when they had both been together inside his head. He remembered the change when she made the decision. If only he had been stronger...if only he had known what she was going to do he could have pushed her out of his mind before she could go and do something so stupid as to take his place.

She had taken the curse that was killing him and it had clearly killed her.

"You can blame yourself for the fact that you'll never see her again," Ron's words from early that morning echoed in Draco's head

She had wrapped her arms around the darkness. 

She had pulled it out of him and into her. 

He had seen it take over her body.

 He had seen the black veins spread like wildfire through her body.

 It had taken days to get that bad with him. 

She took it all at once-It had to have been a total shock to her system.

He had seen her body with and then he had seen her body go still.

So still...

"You can blame yourself for the fact that you'll never see her again."

It was his fault. It was all his fault

My life was not worth yours, he said silently.

She was dead.

She had died for him.

Without her Draco had no reason to want to go on living.

"You fucking dark Lord following scum," said Ron. "Tell me how you bloody did it!"

Draco had given up answering.

Ron wouldn't listen.

Ron was clearly beyond listening.

Can you blame him? the voice in his head asked.

He blames you for the fact that she's dead.

He's right to...

Maybe he'll just finish me off...

"TELL ME!" Ron yelled and hit him across the face. "How did you get my curse to jump from you to Hermione?"

"What?" A new voice echoed in the quiet of the tent.

Draco looked up at Harry's voice. 

With his one eye was swollen shut and the other had enough blood in it that the world was tinted slightly pink, it was hard to see anything clearly, still he knew it was Harry now just as much as he had known that it was Harry that fateful first night at the manor.

"What did you just say?" demanded Harry stepping forward.

Draco found his head lolling to the side. Knowing Harry was here he fought to stay conscious. A part of him wanted to hear this conversation even though passing out would mean a reprieve from the pain.