Two Paths, One Fate (Drarry fanfiction)

Life Or Death

Draco's P.O.V

It felt as If time had slowed down. I started at Umbridge in utter horror and shock.

She started back at me with a care-free expression, examining her nails.

I had looked through the glass door to see what seemed to be Harry.

I did not dare to look back in. The sight was so horrific that I feared that I would start having a panic attack.

"What have you done to Harry!" I screamed at Umbridge. My vision of her was blurred by the river of tears that I carefully held in my eyes.

I felt rage and anger and annoyance and shock. I couldn't handle it anymore. I was overwhelmed by emotions. 

I missed Harry. I was desperate to find him. But now, I think that I'm too late. All because of this wretched woman.

"Stupefy!" I shouted, pointing my wand towards Umbridge.
With a cry of surprise, she flew backwards and hit the wall behind her. She crumpled to the floor and breathed heavily.

I hadn't thought of what I was to do now. All I wanted to do was to punish her. I wanted her to suffer in pain for what she had done to Harry.

I strode over to her by the wall and looked at her with mock pity. 

She suddenly raised her wand to shoot a spell at me.

"Expelliarmus!" I yelled, and her wand flew up in the air, out of her grip and straight into my hands.

I was not yet over with my never- ending revenge.

I held my wand against her throat, threateningly.

She whimpered in annoyance for a moment before she looked me straight in the eyes.

"Once a death eater, always a deatheater." She snarled, menacingly. 

I went cold all over.

I looked her in the eyes, and put my wand back down.
I couldn't do it. I didn't want to do it. As much as I wanted her punished, I couldn't give her the satisfaction that I was heartless and just what she thought me to be.

I wasn't. All I wanted was Harry.

"Give me my wand." She hissed.

I did nothing and began to hurry away.

"Guards get him!" Umbridge began to call.

Instantly, I aimed my wand at the door which led to the room and cast a locking spell over it.

"How dare you." Umbridge hissed.

I ignored her completely and set off to complete my one and only motive.

Slowly, I walked across the room, dreading each step, fearing what lay ahead of me.

I shouldered the glass door open and ran beside Harry. 

There he was.

There was machinery in the room and multicolored vials of liquid.
Floating tubes and pipes and all sorts of equipment were floating around the fairly large room.

In the middle of it all, was Harry. Poor, gentle Harry.

His hair was messy and his face looked dirty. He semed (what I hoped to be) unconscious yet he was stood up. His legs had been tied to a machine beside him and his hands hung loose beside him, looking pale and bloody. 

I could sense by the position of everything, that there had been a struggle.
How he must have fought and struggled to avoid all this, yet he couldn't.