Second Chances: A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter 25

                Her fingers shook as she picked at an open wound on her knee, shifting uncomfortably on the stone ledge she had slept on the past several nights. Her cheek was covered in a bruise and her jaw hung in a way that led her to believe it was broken. The swelling of her eye caused the small cell around her to appear out of focus as she glanced around.

With her ragged nail, she dragged a line across the stone wall, marking the fourth day she had seen the sun rise through the small window of her cell. Satisfied with her work, she lay back on the ledge, shutting her eyes.

"Kyra!" Draco's voice sounded in the dankness of the stone cell and Kyra bolted upright, quickly making moves to cross the cell, despite her limp. "Stay back!" He shouted and she obliged, backing to far wall. "Reducto!" His voice bellowed, blowing in the cell wall.

Kyra sprinted through the rubble, throwing her arms around Draco. His hands wrapped around her waist as he pulled her in close. Their lips collided and the room spun wildly, a sense of home enveloping her once more.

As she drew back she caught a glimpse of the others crowded where the door once stood. George and Hayden rushed toward her, wrapping her in a hug. She greeted the large group that had come for her, finally reaching the end. She froze as she recognized her parents' concerned faces. Her heart rushed as she offered them nervous hugs.

"We'll discuss this later. For now, we need to get out of here." Her mother regarded her warmly though she knew the sternness that lurked beneath her words.

"She's right, we need to get out before-" Shacklebolt's words were interrupted as he was tossed against the stone wall. Kyra could hardly think to respond before she felt a tug at her hand, pulling her through the hall. Draco led her through the halls of the dungeon, not stopping to look back. Kyra desperately glanced back to see Alecto Carrow, Rodolphus Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov, and Yaxley battling against the group.

After passing through a large door, the stone walls of the dungeon turned to dark wooden floor with paneled walls. They made a sharp right through the hall of the home. She could hear footsteps behind them but didn't dare look back. The mumble of words behind her rang through her ears and she felt her body flying across the hall.

A sharp crack echoed through the elegant hallway as Kyra's back collided with the black wainscoting on the wall. She crumpled onto the wooden floors, Draco rushed to her, kneeling beside her. He leaned over her frame, wrapping her in his arms, assuring she was safe. She felt her back hit the ground once more, the back of her head slammed against it as he dropped her. His screams wrapped around her, strangling her body, paralyzing her. As her vision steadied, she glanced up.

Alecto stood poised, feet from her, her wand aimed at Draco, Dolohov beside her with a wicked grin plastered to his face. Draco's face was shifting, moving in blocks like the earth along fault lines, his bones snapping in dozens of directions. Kyra lunged forward, but Dolohov immobilized her. Her brain screamed as she struggled against his charm, her eyes wide, forced to watch Draco's body contort.

Then as suddenly as it had begun, his body fell to the ground with a thud. His featured returned to normal though his chest heaved, and he continued to drip, blood pooling beneath him. Kyra battled against Dolohov's hex, her body still unmoving. Alecto's eyes connected with hers, a smile snarled across her face. She raised her wand, her dark eyes twinkling.

"Avada Kedavra." She uttered with a finality, jets of green light flitting across the room, Carrow and Dolohov immediately apparating out of sight. Kyra felt the charm lift and her limbs grew heavy once more. Her head spun as she attempted to grasp the situation. Her body felt numb as her eyes fell on Draco's motionless body.