The Task to Kill

9

DRACO's POV

I walk over to where everyone is. The Weasley family is standing around this body. Hermione is crying into Ron's shoulder. Harry is standing completely still, but he moves out of my way when he sees me. I walk over and everything stops. My heart, my legs, my senses. I drop my wand and fall to my knees. I pick her head up in my arms and start to cry.

"NOOO!" I shake her body. "You were supposed to live! We did all of this to survive! I did all of this to have my future with you! You PROMISED! YOU PROMISED ME FOREVER! Y/N!!!" I look down to her hand and see the ring I gave her. I hold that hand and kiss it. "You promised me forever."

I hang my head.

"Who did this?" I ask barely over a whisper.

"Bellatrix." Harry answers.

I lay her down peacefully. And grab my wand.

"Draco, dear. Bellatrix is dead." Molly Weasley says to me.

I'd hoped hearing if she was dead would help. But it didn't. I wanted to avenge her death in some way.

But I don't know how I can.

I don't know what to do.

"Does anyone know where her parents are?" Hermione asks.

"They are dead." I look up and see my mother behind everyone. "They asked me to take care of her. And I suppose that includes the funeral arrangements."

I look down to her body. Lifeless. She no longer has her rosy cheeks. Her lips that are always pink, even without makeup. Her eyes that always sparkled. Her hair is still, no longer waving around her body like a curtain that gives way to her perfect face.

I will never hear her laugh. I will never hear her say my name again. Or hear her try to make fun of my accent, in her horrible British accent. I will never get to hear her say 'I do' at our wedding. I will never get to name our kids along side her. Set our kids off to their first day of school.

I will not have the love of my life in my life anymore.

I silently cry over her body, I feel two hands on my back and turn my head. Hermione and Harry both have their hands on my back, down on their knees beside me. Soon the Weasley's are down on their knees around her body with me.

I can fee her presence around me. Around all of us.

I know that she's smiling at this. At me being comforted by the people who have hated me all these years. The people who I was raised to hate.

We are all around her body, mourning the loss of an amazing young woman. An amazing witch. An amazing daughter. An amazing friend. An amazing love.

Y/N Archebault.