Ed didn't stop fighting, but all she could see was Malorie's lifeless eyes.
She used to think terribly of the people who used the killing curse, was she one of them now?
Of course I am. I murdered my best friend.
She let out a shaky breath, trying to compose herself, but it was no use.
All of a sudden, the voice came back. The voice of Voldemort.
"You have fought valiantly, yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste," he said in her head.
She closed her eyes, attempting to shut him out. He was too strong though, and continued.
"I command my forces to retreat. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured."
"I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself."
"I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, then battle recommences. I shall find you, Harry Potter, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me."
As his voice faded, Ed made her way to the Great Hall, where the injured were lined up.
Ed was injured, but she didn't think she needed treatment as much as some of the others.
No... those were the dead.
She quickly turned her head away, becoming sick at the sight.
The thought crossed her mind to help Madam Pomfrey, but her mind was too clouded to even think straight.
Sliding down the wall with a thud, she didn't stop the tears from falling.
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Meanwhile, in the Forbidden Forest, Harry finally obeyed and came to the Dark Lord.
He was ready to die; this needed to end.
Narcissa Malfoy stood and watched as Voldemort cast the Killing Curse at Harry, doing her best to reminded herself that it wasn't Draco.
Not yet.
She wasn't stupid enough to doubt that the Dark Lord would kill their entire family.
Once the Dark Lord had released every ounce of anger on the boy, Harry remained limp on the ground.
"The boy... is he dead?" Voldemort asked.
The Death Eaters around him were quiet, like they didn't want to breath in case it upset him.
"You," he shot a curse at Narcissa, who yelped in pain.
"Examine him. Tell me whether he is dead," he ordered.
Narcissa slowly walked over and then put her hand over his heart.
It was thumping so loudly that she was surprised the Dark Lord couldn't hear, or could he and he was just testing her loyalty?
It didn't matter, so much damage had been done that there could hardly be any more.
Her blond hair covered Harry's face, so there was no chance of them being watched.
"Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?" She barely whispered.
"Yes," his reply was barely audible, but she heard it.
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