Dark Love

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  • Published: 15 Jul 2014
  • Updated: 29 Dec 2014
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Did You-Know-Who really die? Or, did he fake it, plotting the biggest war the world, Muggle or Witch/wizard has ever known?

Dramione ship.


19. Draco POV

I couldn't believe the turn of events in the last twenty-four hours. I manage to escape the Dark Lord only to be put under a bewitched sleep and dumped by Hermione.

It was hard to blame her, though. She's been so stressed, leading the D.H.A and having her best friend die and having to have her husband and friend betray her. But, did she not think of how hurt I was going to be? Did her mourning and stress cause her to react so maliciously, or did she truly hate me? I can't tell anymore.

All I know and can focus on right now is the fact that Voldemort is going to start a war here in Hogwarts in less than forty-eight hours. Hermione and I, unless she told Dumbledore and Harry's Army, are the only ones who know about it. I weakened Voldemort the best I could, but we have dwindling numbers, and he has the angle of surprise on his side. The fact that surprise on his side gives him the odds.

I have a plan. One that would give us back the element of surprise. One that would let the good side win. One that would banish Tom Riddle permanently. This little plan of mine wast too hard either. But the problem was, no one would talk to me, let alone get near me. But my plan... I had to do it in the next forty-eight hours if there was any chance of Hermione winning.

But how to escape? My wand was taken from me, I was bedridden in the hospital wing, which was clearly on lockdown.

I manage to get out of the bed and thoroughly look at the hospital wing. There. Right above the cleaning lady portrait, laid my wand. I stand on my tippy toes, but no prevail. Looking around, I try to find another wand or way to get my wand down. Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I spot a broom. Yes.

I hop onto the broom, a Nimbus Two Thousand and Two, an old but good model, and fly up, and grab my wand. I point my wand at the window, and break the glass.

I fly out into the sunset, not unlike something out of a Muggle movie, not looking back toward the Hogwarts castle and instead toward Voldemort's one.

The journey took hours, and my legs were falling asleep by the time I got to a walking distance from Voldemort's. I was weary from travel, but I knew I needed to get a move on. This couldn't wait the night.

I stalk into the castle, my head held high, my wand in front of me, ready to Impurise anybody who stops me.

Fortunately, no one tried to stop me on my way to Voldemort's. I slipped in quietly to his room, donned the Invisibility Cloak, and waited for my prey to return.

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