After a War ((Old Copy))

Chapter 17 Book 3

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Draco stood frozen for a moment, his eyes meeting his father's. Then the first spell was shot and Draco actually had to begin defending himself and those behind him. He tried to keep and eye on his father to make sure he didn't slim away, but that's exactly what he did. Along with Voldemort.

Finally Fred, George, and Pansy decided to show up from whatever their traps were. While the others were distracted, Draco grabbed Bella, taking her wand and slamming her against the wall, almost hard enough to knock her out.

"Where's Justin!?" Draco snapped, pulling her away from the wall and slamming her against it again when she didn't answer. She just licked the blood on her lips and smiled wildly.

"In your bedroom." She said. Draco put his wand to her throat and after a moment of letting his rage bubble up inside him said:

"Crucio." He left her there on the floor, struggling against the curse, now that he'd used it once, it was so much easier for him to use it again, pointing his wand at anyone that got in his way. He walked passed by where his friends were fighting mindlessly, still throwing unforgivable curses behind him. He walked upstairs and turned down many halls and ignoring all the memories flashing in his head.

There was a crying, coming from his room, at least Bella hadn't lied. He sped up his walking and opened his bedroom door. The crying stopped instantly. His father stood there, Justin in his arms.

"He was an adorable child, very kind and loving, even to those who don't have the purest intentions." His father began. Was? He kept referring to him in past tense. His father walked up to him and gave him Justin. He smiled oddly and half hugged Draco before disappearing. Draco looked at Justin, who had only been crying moments before. Now he was silent and his eyes were closed.

"Justin?" Draco asked when Justin was unresponsive. He shook the child a bit and his own breathing stopped. He paled and fell to his knees, Justin still in his arms.

"Scarred tissue, is far more painful than cutting in a new place, this time the pain should be enough to kill her." A voice came from behind him. There was a scream and then Hermione was next to him on the floor, her back bleeding. At that point he gave up. He held Justin's cold, and now fully lifeless body in his arms, and his wife-to-be was lying next to him, still breathing, but there was no possible way to make it out in time unless he apparated, and he couldn't. He didn't have the power to save anyone. He was weak like everyone said he was.

He was nothing. Draco felt like nothing. There was no emotions anymore. No rage, no hurt, no pain, no happiness, no joy, no pureness left. There was nothing. He put his wand on the floor, and he waited for someone to find him, so they could kill him. He failed.