𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 | 𝐝.𝐦.

sixty nine

Every bit of Voldemort's body freezes, as though he had been kicked into a nightmarish trance. His widened eyes soak in the authentic scene of an alive Harry Potter on his quick feet.

The hundreds by the castle disperses, some rushing back through the immense doors, many others confidently charging towards the astonished, afraid death eaters.

The fear that has been squirming in everybody's guts has unraveled, evaporated and they are possessed by a new sense of bravery with the notion that Harry had avoided death once again and that they had a chance to defeat Voldemort.

Betty catches a glimpse of her three friends dashing towards one another, colliding into a momentary hug of ecstasy before their wands are out again, and they are waving them, shooting spells at Nagini.

"Betty!"

In the shadows of the blanket of death eaters, she hears a recognisable voice calling after her with desperation.

She hurries away from her sister, clutching Draco's hand around hers without looking back. "Come, Draco!"

The boy is equally distraught, listening out for his mother's screams for his own name. A squelch of guilt swells in his chest as he makes his escape further and further away from his parents.

Until neither of the delicate voices can reach their ears. They ate buried beneath all the screams and cries of exhilaration.

The two make their way past the boundary of the courtyard, clambering up the splintering edges of the fragile stony walls the school has been built atop.

She takes a ragged breath, gripping on the rocks above for dear life as she watches Draco swing his body effortlessly into one of the glassless windows by the hallway.

Once he is through, he swings his arm outwards, carrying Betty through by her waist.

They both collapse with exhaustion onto the floor, Betty lying on his sprawled out body. She props herself up against his chest, and is surprised to see his lips wringing with a dirty grin.

Her throat rumbles despite her body feeling weak, letting out a small laughter.

"Harry's alive!" she gushes to him, speaking the thought that has been pervading her head the entire time.

Draco's lips twists into a conflicting smile - unsure if he should be envious she is so exhilarated by another boy's wellness or if he should be pleased that joy had finally brightened her pale, tear-stained face.

Rolling away onto the floor next to him, Betty gets to her feet and dusts herself off just as he does the same, especially adjusting flawlessly the buttons on his sleeves.

"You ought to put off this excitement, Linny. We've got a bit of company."

His wide eyes are transfixed unto three broad figures rounding the corner of the hallway. They belong to death eaters who had managed to stream through the great hall, searching for more unsuspecting victims.

"Oi, it's Malfoy's son!" One of the death eaters, calls out with a noticeable lisp. It is Greyback again, clearly his long, pointy fangs are obscuring the clarity of his words.

Draco spins her around, lugging her to the end of the hallway without much thinking as they attempt to get the death eaters off their tail.