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"Harry Potter is dead!"
The sound of cheers erupted throughout the ruins of what used to be the entrance courtyard, mixed with the cheers were the sounds of anguish and grief. But it was all muffled, it felt like time had stood still as he tried to process that kept playing in his head like a broken player, his eyes moving from his parents to the body of what used to be this world's light. Held by the Grounds keeper, Hagrid, who looked so devastated. He felt nothing, he should be celebrating, he should be joining his father cheering on the Dark Lord but he couldn't bring himself to.
"Draco..." He sees the Dark Lord beckoning him to come to them, he casts a quick glance towards him before he locked eyes with his mother, who had stepped forward with her hand held out for him to take. If the circumstances were different, if he was still a child he would've ran to his mother without a second thought, but this wasn't the past, he shouldn't, but he hesitated.
Only when his mother said his name did he move, he felt eyes on him. glares filled with hatred bored at the back of his head, but he kept his eyes on his mother. Every step felt as heavy as the weight in his chest, he felt numb, he felt as if his body was moving on its own.
He felt the Dark Lord wrap his arm around him, looking proud of his victory as he walked past, his father looked at him with pride but for all the wrong reasons, if times were different he would've been delighted by that look, but he wasn't. He takes his mother's hand, she smiles at him but he doesn't return it.
The Dark Lord continues to speak but he couldn't hear him, his eyes wandering towards the still form of his... Enemy, as if willing for some miracle that he moves, that he would somehow rise like he always do. The urge to run back was overwhelming, he wants to go back. He doesn't. They both didn't move, he was just stuck.
Draco couldn't look ahead, if he does then he would have to acknowledge the pain that sight would bring. He shouldn't, but some part of him felt ashamed and even terrified of looking at the faces of those he used to spend his days with, whether it be the ones he would bump heads with or the ones he used to laugh with. He felt his mother squeezed his hand. but it doesn't ease the feelings he tries his best to push away and ignore.
Suddenly a shout cuts through the tense air, he whipped his head towards the only boy who seemed brave enough to stand forward, pulling out the sword from the old sorting hat, it was Neville Longbottom, he was surprised to say the least but even so, a deep part of him wanted the other boy to succeed. Neville yelled as he went to strike the snake, as the others draw their wand, their spirits seemingly lifted the boy's act of bravery. As foolish that bravery might be.
The Death eaters quickly struck back, igniting another battle as curses and spells were thrown at either side. His mother goes in front of him with her wand drawn, Draco grips his own wand tightly, conflicted on what he should do, he wants to fight, to protect his mother instead of the other way around but he couldn't seem to move. Narcissa shields her son as she quickly takes him out of the battlefield, the last thing Draco heard was the sound of curses being fired and the crumbling of some of the castle walls. His heart aches.
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Soon, the dust settled, and the so called light side had been pushed into a corner. Resulting in the Dark Lord successfully taking over Hogwarts, some had retreated but there were those who didn't get the chance to and was captured. The Death eaters cheered, loud and proud. Draco knows this was the end, he should be happy and cheering but he wasn't. He looks around the wrecked Great hall, the halls that were destroyed, he feels... Empty.
It was like some part of him died and he can never bring it back. His childhood, His home, it was all gone. But he also knew that he couldn't show how much it hurt him, so he instead went along with his father, standing beside him as the Dark Lord smiles, devilish and cruel, looking down at the grief ridden people, who looks back at him with both fear and pain.
"As you may know I am a merciful Lord, I will spare you and all I ask in return is that you join me, we will rid the filth that has been plaguing this world", The Dark Lord grinned as the Death eaters shout and cheered. The Dark Lord waved a hand to silence them, "No need to thank me, I am a great and gracious Lord after all. Now that there is nothing to hinder me from my rule... Not even your so called savior!" He grins as he points his wand towards the body of who used to be their remaining hope, lying still.
But Draco couldn't look, he's already seen enough, he steps back into the crowd avoiding the looks he got from his father. The Dark Lord goes on. "Let us Celebrate a new era that will be brought forth by my administration, we will take back everything that has been stolen and taken over by those filthy creatures you call muggles" He spat the word like it was dirt in his mouth.
"Today is a new day, a new era of absolute peace, power, and purity. Rejoice for I am your true lord"