The Lost Blood: Into the Muggleworld || Draco Malfoy

Chapter 19: The End That Breaks

The sun rose over the blood-filled castle of Hogwarts. Bodies were scattered all over the place; Death Eaters and Hogwart's warriors. Such young lives lost, and such young children left as orphans--all in the name of war.

Draco gazed upon each body with remorse. He could barely look at them. Every time he walked by a body, he felt like a knife cut his heart. His guilt was eating him up. He and his family had sided with the people who have killed these people. It felt so wrong, yet he never even tried to escape and join the good side..... Until she came.

The light to his darkness; the ship to his drowning soul; the hope to his empty life; her. Amara.

Draco did not even know that she was slowly becoming his redeemer. He did not even notice that her eyes, her nose, her cheeks-- everything about her-- was slowly becoming a part of him. Amara reminded him of what life was before war. She reminded him of the simple pleasures and the small bit of innocence in this cruel world.

And it killed him that Amara was not by his side at the current moment.

Large booms and screams brought Draco back to reality. He wanted to hit himself for daydreaming in the middle of war. He knew he had to stay in one piece. He knew he had to go out of this war alive in order to be able to go back to the one he loved.

Upon seeing a familiar face surrounded by a bunch of death eaters, Draco Malfoy hurried to help Hermione Granger.

"Malfoy?" One of the death eaters spoke." You traitor! Wait 'till your father hears about this! Better yet, wait 'till the Dark Lord hears-"

"You talk to much, Felix," Draco rolled his eyes, casting a curse on the death eater. Stunned, the death eater fell unto the ground. However, there were more of them. Although Draco was helping fight most of them, Hermione still fought at least five death eaters at the same time.

"Thanks, Malfoy!" Hermione yelled through the fight, a small, yet appreciative smile on her lips. Draco gazed at her, nodding, symbolising a new beginning for the boy who used to detest Mudbloods. 

As Draco fought the death eaters, his head would sometimes turn to check if Hermione Granger was doing okay. 

"You alright there, Granger?" Draco yelled as he fought one ridiculously experienced death eater.

"Doing fine!" Hermione yelled back, trying to fight off the five death eaters. But more seem to come, and Draco did not notice for he was trying to fight of some death eaters as well.

"Avada Kedavra!" A death eater suddenly screamed, his wand pointed towards Hermione. 

Draco cursed his remaining enemy and turned his head towards Hermione.

It all seemed so slow to Draco. He was frozen at his spot as he watched the green light spurt from the attacker's wand to Hermione's chest. She was too far for him to reach or save from the spell. Her face was creased with worry, before she muttered quickly," take care of her," and fell down. 

"NO!" Draco screamed, his face twisted in horror as the brightest witch of their age crumbled unto the concrete floor. 

Casting his head unto the Hermione's attacker, Draco Malfoy shot spell by spells, jinxes by jinxes, and curses by curses, until the man was disarmed and on the floor begging for mercy.