The Death Of Draco Malfoy
I realised that Draco had gone to the happy place. I started to wonder why, when I suddenly realised, he'd fulfilled his purpose, he was no longer of any use to Voldemort. I felt sick, but in a way I was glad. I was hopeful that whatever Voldemort and his followers did to Draco he wouldn't feel any pain. I mean I don't feel pain in the happy place, and I new that Draco went there a lot.
Suddenly the voice of Voldemort cut through my thoughts, Draco was still on the ground from when he'd been pulled down along with the other death eaters, I was still stood definitely. Voldemort voice sounded "Draco you have done well, but now you are no longer required, with the blood you brought I can do something that I've never been able to do before, but first" Voldemort pointed his wand at Draco "Avada Kedavra" Draco's body stilled, but I noticed a serene smile on his face. I resisted the urge to hold him to try and give him comfort, even in death. I'm sure I heard a woman cry out "no" I was sure that it was Draco's mother, a lady who I'm assuming was Narcissa was held back, by who I am assuming to be Lucius Malfoy. It was senseless. Voldemort carried on as if Draco ment nothing "For a long time I could not touch you Harry Potter, but now" he walked up. I screamed as I felt unimaginable pain as Voldemort layed his hands on my face, I could hear him laughing.
I was suddenly aware that I was still holding my wand through the pain I pointed it at Voldemort and yelled "Rictusempra" it was the spell Draco had used against me in our first dueling class. In a way it felt cathartic to use it now against Voldemort. Voldemort went flying backwards. I knew that this was my only chance, clarity flooded my head. I grabbed Draco and pointed my wand at the discarded port key, it flew into my hand, and we were gone.
The first thing I was aware of on returning to Hogwarts was cheering, then people started gasping as they saw Draco. I wouldn't let go of him, I made a silent promise that I'd never let anyone hurt him ever again. He might be dead, but I wasn't going to let anyone touch him. All I could say through tears was "he's back, Voldemort's back, he killed Draco, I couldn't leave him there, not with him".
Dumbledore had Apparated the three of us into his office. I clutched Draco to my chest. I blinked suddenly shocked, it couldn't be, but it was. I could feel draco's heart beating. Draco was alive, he'd survived the killing curse. I couldn't let on, not till I new what Draco wanted. I told Dumbledore that the goblet was a port key, and about the graveyard. Dumbledore raced out of his office leaving me with Draco, part of me thinks that Dumbledore knew even then that Draco was alive. I later found out that Dumbledore had rushed down to professor Moody's office, knowing that something wasn't right. It had been professor moody who had placed the goblet in the maze he must have known.
Suddenly Hermione and Ron charged into the office. They looked shocked. Hermione looked at Draco she had tears in her eyes "no, please say he's not dead". I looked at her, still in shock "he's alive, he survived the killing curse". I held Draco in my arms as I rocked backwards and forwards as if trying to soothe myself, and make sense of how Draco had survived, I kissed his forehead, I didn't know what else to do. Draco's eyes opened, it was the most beautiful sight I think I've ever seen, those beautiful gray eyes.
I felt a soft kiss on my forehead, it felt like I was safe. So I opened my eyes and looked round blinking at the sudden light that assaulted my eyes. I should mention that it was Harry who wrote the last bit, as at the time of my apparent death I was indisposed. I looked round confused "are we dead? If we're dead then the afterlife looks a lot like Dumbledore's office". Harry brought me up to speed "so by and large everyone thinks your dead" he said.
Hermione hugged me. I looked at her a plan starting to formulate in my head. I spoke "What if I did die?" Hermione looked at me in a questioning manner, I carried on "I don't want to be a Malfoy".
There were suddenly lots of ideas thrown around for how we could effectively fake my death. The only way to make it look like I was dead right now was for me to be put in a full body bind curse, Hermione spoke "we put you in a full body bind. Your seen to be buried in a coffin, I then send a port key into your coffin and out you come". I spoke "your forgetting something, I have panic attacks in enclosed spaces, you don't get much more enclosed than a coffin". Ron spoke absentmindedly "it's too bad that it's not me being buried, I always feel safe in an enclosed space".
Hermione looked at me "Draco are you sure about this?" I nodded, I was sure. She turned to Ron "I've got an idea, get the scissors from Dumbledore's desk, quickly we haven't got long, she produced a small bag the kind with a press seal closure. Ron came back with the scissors, Hermione started cutting bits of my hair off into the small plastic bag she spoke "I hope this is enough, Harry get me a lemon sherbet" she even took some nail clippings.
Hermione spoke fast as time was of the essence "right your parents are going to be here soon, I'm sorry but I don't think we've got time to get the polyjuice potion now, so we put you in a full body bind they'll think your dead. After your parents see you. We swap you for Ron, we dose Ron with Polyjuice Potion. I've been making it for a while, I've got quite a supply. I can keep dosing Ron with the potion with this spell that I found in the library" she took the lemon sherbet off Harry and recited the spell sending the lemon sherbet into my mouth. She carried on with her explanation "but I send the Polyjuice Potion to Ron's stomach, so Ron doesn't choke. Then after Ron is buried I send a port key to land on Ron in your coffin, and Ron lands next to us at your grave side?" She turned to me "Draco are you sure about this? There's no coming back from this"
The time between when Dumbledore had Apparated Harry and my apparent dead body into his office, to when my parents arrived to view the deadness of me in the hospital wing, took less than 20 minutes. To all who viewed me, I appeared to be dead. In the time between then, and my burial me and Ron swapped places, and so Ron had a lovely nap in my coffin. I stayed with the Wesley's in-between times. Ron had said "more people should sleep in coffins the comfort was out of this world, your parents must have spent a fortune. I've never slept so well in my life" . He even asked Hermione if we could dig up my grave and retrieve my casket saying "well it's not like Draco is using it, as me dad would say waste not want not". I shuddered at the thought of sleeping in a coffin even with the lid off, and Hermione shook her head and compared Ron to Dracula.
So that's it, the story of how I died, this is also the story of how Drake Adams was born. So hello, my name's Drake, it's nice to meet you.
The end