Drarry: The Boy Who Loved

When it all falls down

They couldn't find one.

So they were stuck in a collapsing house, cowering behind the stairs. For some reason, magic had no effect on the house. Hermione had tried firing many Reparo's , to no avail. Harry was getting the dreadful feeling in his chest that everything was lost.

"Why are you still here?" An angry voice rang out of the hallway. Narcissa strode out, piercing them all with an icy stare. "I didn't stun Mr. Malfoy for nothing, did I?" She sniffed haughtily.

"The door is blocked," Harry gasped out, flinching. "We can't get out."

Narcissa swept her gaze over them. Harry guessed they were a pretty funny sight; they were still in their formal clothes. The boys in suits, the girls in evening gowns. Harry had a cut cheek. Draco's leg was still bleeding freely. Luna, Ginny and Hermione had angry red scratches up and down their arms. Cho was clutching a sprained ankle. Nevill's hands were bloody from trying to bandage Draco's leg. And Ron was still unconscious, limp in Hermione's arms.

Avery was still next to them, visibly fighting against the Body-Bind curse and failing miserably. Harry would've burst out laughing if there wasn't a chance they'd all die.

Narcissa shook her head, an unexpected look of sorrow coming over her face. "Follow me."

The group stood, with some difficulty, Harry carrying Ron and Luna supporting Cho. They followed slowly behind Narcissa, who walked quickly, navigating the debris-filled halls like an expert. Harry saw her reach for Malfoy's arm once, but he jerked his arm away and fell back. 

They arrived at the front door. The boulder was still there. And, like last time, it was still supporting the ceiling. Everyone knew they couldn't move it. And no one was dumb enough to try.

Narcissa turned to them. "I need you to be prepared to run."

A change came over Neville's face. "Sorry, what?"

"I said. Be ready to run." She drew out her wand, pointed it at the boulder. And. It. Shattered. 

One million tiny pieces, almost like dust, floating around them. 

The house let out a loud groan.

Narcissa flung open the door. "Run!"

They didn't have time to think. They sprinted like their lives depended on it, which they did, and halted in the garden. Dawn was breaking, streaks of green breaking the ocean of dark blue which was the sky. It was beautiful;.almost like something terrible wasn't happening directly behind them. 

But it was. They all turned and stared, horrified, as the house caved in on itself. "MOTHER!" Draco screamed. "Get out of there, now!"

"I can't, Draco," she called back. "I'm bound magically to the house." To the other's amazement, she laughed. "Oh, yes. Your father is an evil man, but he couldn't get any of you." She shook her finger fondly. "Don't worry about me. I have my ways. Now go! Your whole life awaits!"

Draco was barely listening to a word she said. He ran blindly toward the house. But he didn't get there in time. 

It completely collapsed, splintering and cracking until all that was left was a rather large pile of rubble. Draco's injured leg collapsed beneath him and he fell, crying out in protest as his knees hit the ground.

They stared in stunned silence.

The world was silent, too. Until streaks of pink joined the green in the sky, and the landscape lit up a little bit more.

The birds began to sing.