𝐀 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 [Draco×OC]

47: BATTLE OF THE ROOM OF REQUIREMENT ⏃

Ángeles' POV

"Shit, Theo," I whispered, just for him to hear, "Voldemort is going to come looking for Harry and kill me."

"Why would he kill you specifically?" he asked, also whispering. "I mean, if he comes, he's going to kill all of us, right?"

"Thanks, Theo, you're really helping cheer me up right now. You're great at lifting spirits in tough moments," I sighed, laughing a little.

"No, seriously, why would he kill you? What did you do?"

"Dolohov sent me to guard the passage between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, but I wanted to come here to see you... He's going to kill me, right?" I said, trying not to cry. "He was already doubting me, that's why he sent Dolohov to keep an eye on me. God, Theo, I don't want to die now, I mean, yes, or I don't know... Damn it, where the hell is Draco?"

"Hey," he said, turning to look me in the eyes, "no one's going to die here today, understand? You're not going to die, at least not without a fight. Promise me."

"I can't promise that, Theo, that's the problem..."

Our conversation was interrupted by a horrible buzzing sound, accompanied by a headache that, judging by everyone else's faces, we could all hear. We watched the sky grow dark and stormy, completely different from before, while the torches on the walls started to go out. A young girl, a small student, began screaming in terror, covering her ears to block out the awful buzzing. I recognized it immediately—it was Voldemort, invading our minds.

I know many of you will want to fight...
I know many of you even think this fight is fair... But it isn't...
Hand over Harry Potter, and no one will get hurt...
Hand over Harry Potter, and I will leave Hogwarts...
Hand over Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded...
You have one hour

"Shit, that was awful," Theo whispered. "Is that what you used to hear during your holidays?"

I nodded, not able to say much more. Yes, it was exactly this—the same headache and the same terror.

"Well," said Pansy loudly, "Potter is here, isn't he? What are we waiting for? Turn him in!"

Everyone looked at her in silence, even the Slytherin students. I knew if we turned in Harry, I might finally be free; we'd all be free. But... I couldn't do it.

Hermione was the first to stand in front of him, shielding him with her body in a clear act of protection. Then the rest of the Order members stepped forward, along with Harry's other friends, the remaining Weasleys, all standing firm and determined. For a moment, I felt the urge to join them, to defend what was truly just. Too many innocent people had already lost their lives because of this stupid war, and it was partly my fault. If I had to give my life for something greater than myself, I'd do it without hesitation.

"There are students in the halls!" we heard a man shout as he entered the Great Hall. "Professor McGonagall, there are students out of bed!" said Filch, who came running in, carrying his cat.

"Thank you, Argus," McGonagall replied calmly. "They have permission to be out of bed, don't worry."

"Oh... My apologies, then."

"However, your arrival is quite timely. Please, Mr. Filch, escort Parkinson and the rest of the Slytherin students with you."

What?

"And where should I take them, Headmistress?"

"Down to the dungeons," she said firmly.

Filch grinned, and my whole body tensed.