Ashes of Fire and Silver

The world was burning again.

Smoke rolled through the crumbling corridors of Hogwarts, curling black fingers through the stone like ghosts reaching for the living. The scent of fire and fear hung thick in the air - acrid, metallic, almost sweet. Draco Malfoy stumbled through the ruins, his pale hair streaked with soot, his wand trembling in his hand. The Great Hall was gone, the battle nearly over, and he could feel the weight of every choice he had made pressing down on his chest like a curse