to be or not to be| sixth year | draco malfoy

violets goodbye-the end

"a white lilac in the street."
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second pov

Violet's body swiftly fell from the tower and the last thing the Death Eaters saw was a patch of curly hair falling. Draco slightly gasped and began staggering. His heart crushed into a thousand pieces and he felt a pain neither curse nor injury could cause. He felt like his heart completely stopped.

His breathing staggered and his lips trembled as his eyes blew wide. His blonde, perfectly combed hair had finally started to fall into his face. The Death Eaters quickly looked over the balcony. While they were distracted Draco quickly ran out of the astronomy tower. He didn't care about serving Voldemort or even dying...

He cared about her.

Suddenly he heard a boom in the sky. He ran down multiple hallways careful not to be caught by anyone. His sobs were quiet and unnoticeable. His heart was racing just like his speeding footsteps. His heartbeat thumped like an angry rabbit's hop, it was brutal.

He turned a corner and saw the double doors that went outside where he knew she would be. He opened them immediately and ran outside looking for her body. His grey eyes scanned the pebble pavement before him. He finally turned his head and a lump caught in his throat.

Her body lay there, on the ground... lifeless. Her curly hair covered up half of her face, so you could only see her eyes which looked completely dull and white. Her black dress was splayed out on the ground around her.

He staggered to get to her body. He physically couldn't handle seeing her like this. Fault and shame fell on his shoulders like bricks. He fell onto his knees right before her. Her curly hair blew around like an ocean crashing against a large rock.

He gently held up half of her body, his sobs began to become breathless and loud. He held her body tightly into his chest, her body just lay there... limp and unresponsive. He wrapped his arms around her cold body.

"I'm so sorry..." He said in between his cries. His heart felt like it was going to explode right then and there. He felt like he was the reason she was dead... he would've died if it meant she lived. He was beginning to regret everything he had done to the girl.

The smell of her faint rosy perfume filled his nose which only caused his sobs to become more strangled and contorted.

"I'm so sorry." He kept repeating over and over as if she could hear him. He buried his face into her hair, the hair that he always secretly loved but hated to admit. The hair he wanted to touch and braid to his heart's content but it was always someone else who would, someone that wasn't him. He opened his eyes and his sobs softened. He held her head close to his chest and rapid beating heart. He looked up to see someone in the distance... he blinked so his vision could clear.

It was Hermione. She looked at the two with tears running down her cheeks. She didn't expect the blonde boy to run to her rescue. Especially Violet's dead body. Harry had told her, she didn't believe the boy at first so she went to see for herself.

Draco looked back down at Violet before placing her body back onto the ground. He couldn't be seen by anyone, especially after what he did. He quieted his cries and moved away a lock of hair from her face. He stood to his feet and looked at Violet one last time.

He wasn't going to do this anymore—be controlled by Voldemort like a pawn.

He turned on his heel and began going back inside the school. His red eyes were prominent as he went through the double doors without a glance back.

What he didn't know was Dumbledore had been killed only minutes after her in the castle.

*

Harry ran through the woods with tears streaming down his face. That coward killed his sister! The only living blood he had left and now Snape worked for Voldemort. The boy had just seen the same Death Eaters that were there when Violet had died, including Snape.

Draco had run off somewhere and he wasn't with the current group of Death Eaters Harry was following now. He could hear Bellatrix's sick laugh in the distance. They were heading to Hagrid's hut. Once he got there he saw Bellatrix jumping excitedly at the burning hut before her. Snape was with them as well. Harry had his wand tightly enclosed in his hand.

"SNAPE! SHE TRUSTED YOU!" He screamed. Snape turned to look at him. Harry staggered to get to him. He pointed his wand at Snape.

"INCARCEROUS!" He said. Snape blocked his spell quickly with a flick of his wand. Tears fell onto Harry's warm and red cheeks.

"FIGHT BACK, YOU COWARD, FIGHT BACK!" He cried. He was suddenly thrown back by a blinding pain and he laid on his back. Bellatrix had cast the cruciatus curse on him but was quickly told off by Snape.

"No! He belongs to the Dark Lord." Snape snapped. Bellatrix pouted before walking into the Dark Forest with the rest of the Death Eaters. Snape sneered at Harry before turning around and beginning to walk away. If only he could tell the intolerant boy the truth.

Harry quickly got up to his feet and pointed his wand at Snape. "SECTUMSEMPRA!" He said with a blinding rage. Snape quickly turned around and blocked it again before using a stunning spell on him. Harry hit his back on the ground violently. Severus walked up to him with a glare.

"You dare use my spell against me, Potter? You may have your mother's eyes, but you're as dim as your father. Yes. It was me... I'm the Halfblood Prince." He hissed before kicking away Harry's wand that had fallen out of his hand. Snape turned back around once more and into the Dark Forest he went.

*

Crowds of students and teachers had crowded around Violet's dead body, but they still kept their distance. Tears fell on everyone's face. They had just witnessed Dumbledore's body and now they had to see her's. A coldness filled the air, it was completely quiet.

Camille and Abigail cried just in front of her body, holding onto each other for comfort. They had lost a friend... no, more than a friend... they lost family. Camille remembered what she had told the girl in her first year at Hogwarts.

"You have got to stop putting yourself in danger. Because one day putting yourself in danger for other people's safety will be your last."

And she was right.

Suddenly Harry moved his way through the crowd. He made his way to Violet's cold body that lay there, eyes closed. He fell to his knees before crying softly. He placed his hand onto hers. It was icy like he had just touched a pile of snow. She was truly dead.

He then suddenly rested his head on her hand. He had just lost the last piece of family he had left. Suddenly he heard the sound of cracking pavement. He looked up to see vines of sweet purple violets coming up from the ground and wrapping themselves sweetly around her skin like they were embracing her.

"W-we have to bury her... somewhere no one can find her. Especially Voldemort." Abigail sniffled out. Harry glanced at her. She was right.

*

It was the next day. Her wooden casket lay in a bed full of flowers, specifically violets. Only people from Violet's inner circle had come to her funeral.

Like the Golden Trio, Cammy and Abigail, the Weasley twins, Ginny, Mr and Mrs. Weasley, and Violet's Mum. They stared at her open casket. She lay there, eyes closed. A pretty bush of violets was placed onto her dress.

Chiyoko walked up to her casket and kneeled. "You are the strongest, bravest, selfless daughter a mother could ever ask for. I hope you and your father are playfully wrestling wherever the two of you are." She said with a weak smile before placing a kiss on Violet's temple. She stood to her feet and backed away from her casket.

Fred walked up to her casket and kneeled. He had Mr. Moo in his hand, clutching it tightly. His eyes were red and irritated. He chuckled halfheartedly to hide how broken he felt.

"I took him from your room, I hope you're not angry." He said. A tear fell down his cheek.

"I hope you're happy." He trembled. That's all he wanted, was for her to be happy again. He stood to his feet and turned around towards George who immediately hugged him tightly.

Cammy and Abby stepped up to her casket. "We're not going to say anything sappy, because you'd be pissed if we did," Camille said with a sad grin.

"So we wanted to say... we love you," Abigail said. Cammy sniffled before grabbing her hand and walking away.

And they did... all of them.