CHAPTER 34
“Malfoy come on!”Harry shouted behind him as he and Neville ran into the battle. Draco felt sick. Harry wasn’t exactly his friend but could he kill him? He had to, his mother would die if he didn’t, he had to. Draco followed. Spells flooded the area. Beams of red, gold, green, blue, pink, brown, and black shot into the air. Draco found himself mostly shuffling around confused. He had to get out of here. Draco grunted as Rodolphus Lestrange pushed past him. Rebastian his brother was behind him. Rebastian pointed his wand at Lupin and Rodolphus pointed his wand at Neville. Draco froze.
“Neville look out!”Draco yelled and pointed his wand at Rebastian. “STUPIFY!”he yelled.
“Protego!”Rebastian yelled.
“Torqueo ignis!”yelled Rodolphus wand pointed at Neville. Neville screamed and fell to the ground skin sizzling.
“Neville!”Draco yelled fear flooding through him.
“AVADA KEDAVRA!”Rebastian yelled. Remus Lupin fell down dead.
“No!”Draco yelled. Tonks let out a sound between a scream and a sob, Draco never wanted to hear anyone make that sound again. A sound of loss, a sound of pain and hurt.
“Remus!”she screamed running towards him. Rebastian pointed his wand at her as well. Neville was still screaming. Draco held his head.
STUPIFY!”Draco yelled wand pointing at Rebastian. Rebastian fell down unconscious. Draco gave Tonks a look of pity before running over to Neville. Rodolphus was on the ground, stupified by someone. Neville was writhing on the ground screaming, his skin was sizzling like his blood was on fire. Draco felt sick.
“We need to get out of here,”Harry said quietly. The order retreated, the deatheaters had Diagon Ally. Draco helped Harry put Neville on the couch. Tonks was ushered out of the room by McGonagall and Mad-Eye who appeared to be doing much better covered Lupin’s body and removed it from the room. Harry wiped his eyes and Draco pretended that he hadn't seen, looking away.
“I”ve never seen magic like this,”Hermione said looking at Neville. Tears were freely running down her face over the loss of Lupin.
“It’s dark magic,”Ron said quietly. Draco felt sick. He felt something inside him break. He knew what curse it was, and the curse was fatal.
“It was Torqueo ignis,”Draco said quietly. Molly Weasley gasped and covered her face. Harry frowned along with Hermione.
“What is that?”Harry asked.
“It’s a very old but powerful dark arts spell. It’s Latin for torture and fire. It literally burns the person alive from the inside. It’s fatal,”said Draco and he winced at the steam rising from Neville’s body. Neville was still screaming.
“There must be a cure!”Hermione yelled new tears streaming down her face.
“I’m afraid there isn’t,”said Molly looking down at Neville. Draco felt a prickling in the back of his eyes, and before he knew it he had his wand out. He had it pointed at Neville. Neville looked up at him. There were no words spoken but a silent agreement seemed to have been made between the two.
“You of all people didn’t deserve this...you were my friend,”Draco said as a single tear fell from his eyes. “forgive me. . . AVADA KEDAVRA!”Draco yelled. A flash of green light and Neville’s screams stopped as Neville exhaled his last breath. Hermione screamed.
“You killed him!”Hermione yelled. Draco covered his watery eyes looking away, his shoulders shaking. Everyone was silent. Draco composed himself.
“Yes. I killed him, and I don’t regret it! He was going to die, slowly and painfully. He was going to be burned alive from the inside out and the only thing we could do was watch? I don’t think so! I did the only thing I could do! He was going to die no matter what, what I did was mercy. Something I thought you all were good at!”Draco snarled and stormed out of the room and into Sirius’s vacant room. No one ever went in there and he couldn’t take going in his and Neville’s room. Draco collapsed on the dusty rickety bed.
He had killed one of the few good people left in this world, and he had to do it again, to Harry, or his mother would die, but not today. There was enough blood today.
“I did a good thing right?”Draco said to himself, his voice cracking. Of all the people, why Neville? Draco had never admitted it until today but Neville was probably the closest thing he had ever had to a real friend, a best friend. Why Lupin? He never really liked the guy, but he didn’t deserve to die, and Harry was next, and Draco would be the one taking his life, and this time it would be different. What he had did to Neville, that was an act of mercy, an act of compassion. With Harry, it was cold blooded murder, wasn’t it? He was doing it to save his mother’s life, did that make it right? Draco didn’t care. He would do it, he had to, he had to kill Harry Potter.
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