𝐀 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 [Draco×OC]

𝟝𝟘: 𝔼ℕ𝔻.

I didn't know if what I'd planned would work.

I mean, blocking the Killing Curse? Really? From the Elder Wand?

I could fly.

I could control the elements, something I'd taught myself that year at Castelobruxo.

I had the skill of Legilimency, something I fully developed thanks to Voldemort. Ironic, isn't it?

I could see auras, something I understood some Muggles could do, though I hadn't met another wizard who could-or at least who'd admit to it.

But blocking a Killing Curse?

I had to try. If it worked, it would be a miracle.

If it failed... I would die.

I would be free.

I'd have given my life for something bigger than myself.

A heroic death, right?

Against all odds, though, I did it.

I was blocking the Killing Curse with a beam of chaotic magic coming directly from my right hand.

I could feel every muscle ache from the force I was putting into it. My nose started bleeding, along with my mouth, though I tried to swallow it down and hide it. My head pounded as if it were exploding, like one of those migraines Dad had tried so many different medicines for.

None of that mattered.

Voldemort's expression twisted in anger and shock; he didn't seem to understand what was happening. His red eyes were fixed on me, as if trying to comprehend how someone like me could defy the inevitability of his curse.

"Impossible!" I heard him say, his voice full of barely contained rage. "How dare you!? How dare you defy me? A mere child!"

The pressure from his wand intensified as the green glow of the Killing Curse flared again, more furious than before, as if it were trying to rip the life from me in a single blow. But I was already too close to the edge to back down. My body trembled with the effort, but my will was stronger. I wouldn't have minded dying, but, as I always said, I wouldn't die without a fight.

I screamed, unable to stop myself, as I felt the curse begin to weaken, to lose its force, until finally, with a strangled, painful cry, it veered off to the side, crashing into the empty air.

Voldemort remained silent, his wand still raised, but his expression was indescribable. Something between astonishment, rage, and perhaps, for a second, fear.

I didn't have the strength for anything, not even to stand or breathe. The blood from my nose kept falling as I felt it gather in my mouth. I was dizzy. The blood loss had been too much, maybe...

I knew it was now or never.

"Potter!" I shouted, throwing my wand to Harry.

Harry's eyes opened, and he broke free of Hagrid's hold, grabbing my wand.

Seeing this, I took Draco's hand to Apparate us to the Astronomy Tower.

The moment we arrived, my body weakened even more, and I felt myself falling as everything went black.