Bonded by Evil [COMPLETED STORY]

chapter sixty five

Draco Malfoy POV

   The look in Alora's eyes as she watched the shell of her mother collapse on the ground shook me to my core. She wanted to scream, to cry, but she didn't. She didn't move, just stood there frozen in the middle of the corridor. I ripped my arm away from her now dead hands and pulled Alora into the biggest and tightest hug I could muster. She just killed her mom.

   It wasn't like she was watching someone else kill her, no, she was the one to actually do it. On top of that, she knew she had just used the third unforgivable curse. She swore she wouldn't do it, she was tortured for refusing to be a murderer, but now she was. She saved my life but sacrificed her mother, I didn't know if I would ever be able to thank her properly. I also had no idea what she was going to think of me after this.

We stood frozen in the corridor in silence, neither of us knew where to begin. I wasn't sure if she wanted to talk about her mother, probably not now. She would act as though nothing happened until we either died or left Hogwarts when this was all over. I held her tightly and was about to ask her what she wanted to do when the awful whisper of the Dark Lord flooded the land.

"You have fought valiantly... but in vain. I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Harry Potter, I now speak directly to you. On this night you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonour. Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman and child who tries to conceal you from me.

   I felt her whole body tense up quickly the second he mentioned Potter's name. She mentioned earlier that Potter has to die in order for the Dark Lord to, but neither of us were sure if he ended up finding that out. He must know, Potter isn't completely dim. And if he didn't figure it out, Granger had to have told him by now, right?

   "We need to go to the Great Hall, see if we can help," Alora whispered.

   I nodded and the two of us ran to the stairs and ran down to the next floor as quickly as possible. She needed to make sure the rest of our friends were alright, and Weasley's family. She promised him she would try and keep them safe. Right before she fell, she did save two of the seven of them, I'd say she's doing a fair job.

All the fighting had ceased, there were just limp, dead bodies and those making their way to the Great Hall. It was disturbingly quiet as well except for the occasional scream or moan in pain. We reached the last step and she squeezed my hand tightly before pulling away and running to aid someone into the Hall. Her face was dripping blood from a huge wound in her head and there was a massive slice down her thigh.

   I jogged over and helped a younger looking boy off of the ground. By the looks of it, the kid could not have been much older than in his fifth year. He was covered in blood and his left arm and leg were bent out of the ordinary. I carried him in my arms and walked through the massive open doors, following Alora in.

   She placed the woman down in the line of those who needed to be tended to, I sat the boy next to her. Alora wrapped her arms tightly around my waist and stood still for a moment, burying her face into my chest. I could feel her tears slowly soaking through my suit and my shirt. At least she was crying, that was a good thing for her. She had always been one for bottling up her emotions, and now was not the time for bottling.

   Two minutes went by of the two of us just standing in the middle of the Great Hall. It was only when she pulled away and stood tall that the stench of death hit us like a pound of bricks. The metallic smell of blood flooded our nostrils, you couldn't smell anything besides it. The entire Hall was pure chaos, people were running left and right trying to help the injured and make sure their loved ones weren't in the line of the dead.

   Speaking of the dead, the entire floor was lined with bodies from the door to the raised stage. Alora had just noticed them all and her hands clapped over her mouth. The tears resumed and I wrapped my arms around her. She walked forward examining all of the dead. I recognized many of them, my stomach twisted as I saw some of the people I grew up with.

   My heart sank when I saw two very familiar people sprawled out on the ground, their hands reaching for each other. My cousin who I hardly knew, Nymphadora, and the old Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Lupin. He was the only professor who wasn't a complete moron. I never really cared for either of them, but from what I had heard, they just had a kid. 

   Alora loved Lupin, he was the only professor who didn't despise her. It was the only class she ever payed real attention in, she always volunteered and her and Lupin would constantly joke around in class. When she saw him dead on the ground, she cried out and fell to her knees. I crouched down next to her and held her tightly as she sobbed.

   I knew she wasn't just sobbing about Lupin and Tonks. She wasn't going to talk about it now, but hopefully later she would open up to me. We just had to make it out of here alive. She was my favourite person and it was killing me to see her like this. I helped her off the ground and a set of hands grabbed her shoulders. Granger.

   "He left, Alora."