The lion and The Snake - a drarry fanfic

Chapter 19

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Harry's Pov: 

The screams grow louder as we move closer to the great hall.

"They weren't meant to be coming for another day." I mutter the thought aloud.

"What do you mean Harry?" That's when I remember that Draco can't produce a patronus charm. Pulling the boy away from the sounds, pushing him against the wall, I kiss him.

"Draco. Go to the room of requirements now. Make sure it allows the younger students in. I love you." I kiss his sweet lips again. "Now go."

Watching Draco run away from me is like reliving memories from the war. Understanding that this could be the last time I see him, ever. The boy moves gracefully though his eyes are full of panic, like a doe, only more beautiful.

The great hall is filled of chaos. Above us white and black battle in the air. The Christmas tree has fallen over, its ornaments splattered across the floor. "Sonorus." I mutter causing my voice to roar across the hall. "Students of Hogwarts." I begin. "3rd years and under make your way to the 7th floor. If you are over fourth year and can't produce a patronus join them. Otherwise stay." The younger students scurry out of the hall like mice. "Bones, Longbottom and Parkinson. Escort them, keep them safe." Every one listens and carries on with their task. "Quietus." My voice returns to normal. I grab Neville's arm before he can leave. "Take them to the room of requirements." His round face nods back in a frenzy of terror and determination.

Ghostly animals float across the room. My stag joins Hermione’s otter, she is crying, the girl isn't alone. Students litter the floor being unable to move due to the shocking depression the dementors have brought. Most of them are from the 8th year, memories of death from the war must be flooding their minds, making the useless. "Shield them." I shout to the nearest people.

Ginny and Dean are holding hands while casting patronus. The shields dance around protecting them and other students. The girl is determined. Ginger hair is plastered to her forehead by sweat and fear. Her green eyes focusing on the horse galloping around the couple. How could I be so stupid? Children can't fight dementors. 

A 7th year ravenclaw girl is surrounded by two dementors, Luna, She moves too late. The spell only casts one of the black figures away. A blood curdling scream leaves her mouth. Her own hands pull at her blonde curls. I run towards her.

Something catches my foot.

Slowly I fall. My wand leaps out of my hand and lands rattling against the hard ground. It's out of my reach. The Ravenclaw girl screams as the dementor draws closer to me. "Expecto Patronum." Wandless the words are useless. A rattling breath draws closer. I brace myself for a kiss.

"Harry." My mother screams. Voldemort laughs.

The image of Draco lying on a hospital bed fills my head.

Followed by the memory of Voldemort killing me for the second time. The same pain wriggles through my body. One hundred burning knives piercing my skin.

Next I see Dumbledore falling to his death. Draco killed him instead of Snape.

It doesn't stop. The next image tortures my mind. Draco covered in his own blood from my curse. His pale body whimpering in myrtle's bathroom.

Stop. "Stop."

Sliver animals and shields fill the great hall. People's cries for chocolate fill the great hall. Franticly the teachers try to produce order, idiots, they should be producing patronus. One dementor still remains. McGonagall starts a speech but the woman breaks down in sobs before anything is said. Unaware of the dementor floating above her head, moving unnaturally gracefully towards her, ready for a kiss.

A herd of animals charge at the lone figure. It's black, scab encrusted hand drops the head teacher's body. It vacates swiftly.

All I can do is watch. Minerva McGonagall slumps against the golden owl. Although it isn't Minerva McGonagall because her soul has been stolen.

The other teachers desperately try to calm the scene. Slughorn has sent them to their dorms with a bar of chocolate given out by madam Pomfrey at the door. Idiot, what if they attack again?

All the teachers squabble about the best solutions in the great hall. Kingsley Shacklebolt, the minster of magic, joins us. Chaos has brutally murdered Christmas. Food litters the floor, benches are upturned, the Christmas tree on fire. Flitwick puts it out with a quick wave of his wand.

An hour or so later we come to the conclusion that I must leave now to go find the source of the dementors and abolish them. Kingsley shall that McGonagall to St.Mungos. She is just an empty skin but no one could carry the burden of killing the brave Gryffindor. Currently, McGonagall limp shell is being carried by Hagrid, his tears cascading on to her clothes.

Hermione has already collected our thing in her beaded bag. She is complaining about the fact that her newts have been interrupted again. Ron is silent, holding on tightly to Hermione’s hand, his face as pale as the snow around him. Hagrid walks us down towards the gate in complete darkness. Snow falls gently as it collects in Hermione’s Bushy hair. The walk is long, cold and depressing. Probably because of the dementors. The winged pig statue guards the gate. Although it looks more like a while lump. Hagrid bids his farewells but he is impossible understand him due to his deafening sobs.

The golden trio step outside the gate and we hold hands.

"Does Draco know?" Hermione asks. Ron's ears redden at the name.

"No." I reply.

Then we apparate.