Secrets || Draco Malfoy

Six

I watch as Sirius dies. His body becoming nothing. It takes Hermione holding me back to not run to Bellatrix and to kill her.

Harry's screams and it rips my heart. I feel tears roll down my face.

She starts chanting "I killed Sirius black."

Harry and I run. We run after her.
"Crucio!" He yells. Nothing happens, but my scar starts to hurts. I'm filled with pure anger.

He was my godfather. I trusted him. Loved him. Why do people I love keep dying? It needs to stop.

"Crucio!" I yell. Bellatrix falls and screams. My scar throws excruciating pain through me.

I hear whispers in my ear "kill her. You know the words to use. Kill her."
"Can you hear it too?" I ask Harry.
"Yeah." He says.

Voldemort appears. I step back. He killed Cedric.
"So weak." He says walking around. I clench my wand nervously.

Another light appears as Dumbledore appears
"Foolish of you to come tonight, Tom." He says.
"By which I'll be gone and you shall be dead."

Something goes flying and I pull Harry out of the way.
"We need to get out of their way." I whisper. He nods.
We move over into the corner.

I look over and watch Bellatrix leave by floo powder.
Voldemort makes a snake out of fire. It starts to go at Dumbledore. How is that possible? I watch in fear.

Dumbledore makes water surround him protecting himself from the snake.
"Woah." I whisper to myself.

Voldemort raises his hands then pulls them down. All the glass shatters and comes flying towards us. I don't know what to do. Dumbledore raises his arms and a shield like wall appears. The glass instantly dissolves into tiny pieces. The glass pieces piles around us like sand.

Voldemort disappears. Harry falls to the ground.
"Harry?" I ask. My scar on my hand starts to burn and I fall too.
"You've lost old man." We say in union in Voldemorts voice. My memories start to appear in my mind.

He's searching my mind.
"It's not how you're alike it's how you're different." I start thinking of happiness. I think of me and Cedric dancing. Us laughing. The summers at the burrow. Running around school.

"You're the weak one." Harry says.
"You'll never know love or friendship and I feel sorry for you." I say.

He gets out of my head and my scar stops hurting.
"You're fools and you'll lose everything." Voldemort says in the air.

The ministers enter.
"He's back."

Dumbledore gets his job back. And cornelius resigned.

Harry and I are walking with dumbledore.
"I know how you two feel." He says.
"No, you don't." I say. He doesn't. We lost our parents months into our birth, we got separated, we've been almost killed each year here. Voldemort killed my boyfriend. The only real family we had left other than ourselves has just died.

"It's all my fault." Harry says.
"No, it's mine, I knew it was only a matter of time before Voldemort made the connection between you. I thought by distancing myself from you, as I have done all year, he'd be less tempted and therefore you might be more protected."

I start to think.

"The prophecy said 'neither can live while the other survive.' It means either he kills us, or we kill him?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Harry asks.
"For the same reason you tried to save Sirius. The same reasons your friends saved you. After all these years, after all you've suffered I didn't want to cause you any more pain. I care too much about you two."

As we walk out I notice the portraits are back up.
"We're about to go." I say to Harry.
"Then it's another year."
"We'll survive. We always do." I say.
"We're definitely going to the burrow."
"Yes, no doubt."

We get the army together for a few last words.
"I know it's scary. I know you're scared for next year. Trust me I am too." I say. "But we will get through it. We will fight any evil that comes for us. Why? Because we will win. We're so much better." I say.
"What makes us better?"
"We have something Voldemort doesn't."
"What?"
"We actually have something worth fighting for."

We get in the train. I walk by Draco and his friends. He looks sad and nervous. His dad's about to be sent to Azkaban. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. Not quite.

I sit down next to Hermione. "To a summer filled with... well, non danger." I say.
"The odds of that are low." Hermione says.
"Yes, but it's worth it to hope."
"Yes, it is."