two rings and bad things

51_ dumbledore's death

"Harry Potter is dead!" A raspy voice yelled.

It was followed by a wave of laughter, the kind that came from murderers.

"Draco-" Another said.

"Draco, come," A women's sweet, yet concerned voice pleaded.

There was another moment before Ed found herself speaking against everyone else.

"Draco, please stay," she whispered.

Her vision then went blurry and dark; she couldn't see much.

"How dare you tell my own son what to do," she heard someone sneer.

"Don't worry, dear Lucius. I'll take care of her..." A different lady than the first said.

Then there was the gleam of a blade.

Ed noticed that it came from dagger with a sharp point and an intricate handle.

It was far away, but for some reason, she had the undeniable urge to take it. She had a gut feeling that if she didn't, dark magic would continue to prevail.

Ed awoke with a start, realizing that she had that same dream before a long time ago, except this time there were more details.

What if it was real? She thought.

If Harry really was dead... but he was the chosen one, he couldn't die.

She got up out of bed to go see Draco, but then stopped at the door of the dormitory.

No, it wasn't real. I'm just paranoid, she tried to convince herself.

She got back in bed, not wanting to bother Draco with a silly dream.

They agreed to not be near each other, and although she kind of broke that rule when she visited him in the Hospital Wing, this was nothing important to wake him about.

Not yet.

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Tonight was the night.

The night Draco could finally prove himself—could save everyone he loved—but it came at a great cost.

He snuck out of bed, making his way to the Astronomy Tower, where he knew Dumbledore would be.

The Death Eaters cast the Dark Mark after all, it would be no time before Dumbledore came running.

Draco shuddered at the thought of the Death Eaters.

He had let them in, no one else.

They were almost as unforgiving as the Dark Lord, and just as dangerous.

If they took over the castle—no, he didn't want to think about it. He couldn't think about what he would do, knowing it would be all his fault.

He finally arrived, the warm June breeze filling the Astronomy Tower, but when he put his hand on the railing, all he could think of was a flood of memories with Ed.

This was where he first asked her to be his girlfriend, where they had late night talks while admiring the stars.

This place was special to him, but soon it would be stained with death.

Draco shook off his thoughts.

I can't think about her right now, I have a job to do.

"Expelliarmus!" He yelled the second he entered the room.