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Title: Never Easy Part XII
Author: Ruby13b
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Mpreg
Summary: Sequel to The Recovery Boys. Loose ends are tied up. New drama occurs. It's never easy for Harry and Draco.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am not being paid for this.

This is a Harry/Draco fanfic. Meaning boy/boy. If you don't like don't read. You have been warned.

Harry was overcome with a sudden feeling of dread. The voice coming from behind him was not one that he had been expecting. In fact, Harry had thought the owner of that voice was dead. Breathing heavily and holding Draco as tightly as he could, Harry turned his head, slowly. His eyes widened when he saw that which confirmed his worst fears.

Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of him, a sneer on his face.

But he didn’t die.

The house-elf’s words echoed through Harry’s head. Lucius Malfoy was standing right in front of them. Lucius Malfoy wasn’t dead. Mumble had been trying to warn him in the dream.

He couldn’t understand this. He wouldn’t accept this. “You died!” Harry yelled.

“No, no,” Lucius said, a sneer still planted firmly on his face. “I wasn’t dead. Yes, Draco did do a number on me, but he didn’t kill me. I don’t blame Draco in the slightest; after all, he was trying to avenge his mother.” Lucius gave a sharp, cold laugh.

“Draco?” Harry asked, turning to him. “I thought you said he was dead.”

“I thought he was,” Draco responded. “I passed out after he stopped moving and when I woke up in the hospital hours later, nobody had heard anything about him. I assumed he was dead.”

“But I wasn’t dead when Draco passed out,” Lucius cut in. “Mumble here saved me.” Lucius motioned to the house-elf, who had suddenly appeared by his leg.

“Mumble?” Harry questioned.

The house-elf began sobbing and pulling his ears.

“Mumble couldn’t let Master die!” Mumble shrieked. “Mumble had let Mistress die, he couldn’t let Master die, too!”

“There, there,” Lucius simpered, patting the house-elf on the head. “You did very well.”

“To hell he did!” Harry shouted. He pointed his wand directly at Lucius. “He should have let you die!”

Lucius looked slightly amused by this, and he didn’t appear to be concerned with being held at wand-point in the slightest. Harry tightened his hold on Draco, his eyes never leaving Lucius for a moment. Harry knew that Lucius was unpredictable at best, and he wasn’t about to let him hurt Draco or the baby. Come to think of it, Harry wasn’t sure whether or not Lucius even knew that Draco was expecting. Harry wasn’t going to be the one to tell him, that was for certain.

“Harry, Harry, Harry,” Lucius said, laughing a little. “Don’t you even want to hear the entire story?”

Harry kept his wand pointed at Lucius. If truth be told, he did want to know what had actually happened.

“Tell me, then,” Harry said, rather harshly. “Tell me the whole story. Tell me what you know.”

Lucius paced back and forth. Harry followed his movements with his wand. He wasn’t going to trust Lucius Malfoy not to do anything rash. Harry was more powerful than Lucius Malfoy. Harry was more powerful than just about any witch or wizard, but he still had to be careful.

“Well?” Harry said sharply. “Out with it!”

“First, Potter, if I may, I’d like to ask you something,” Lucius said casually. Harry waited impatiently as Lucius gathered his thoughts. Lucius’ eyes fell on Draco and he narrowed them a bit. Draco gulped nervously and clung desperately to Harry. “I couldn’t help but notice,” Lucius continued, “that my son has changed in physique since we last met. Would you care to enlighten me on the matter?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Harry spat. It was best to feign ignorance. Maybe Harry would be able to distract Lucius from the subject.

“I would only like to know why you insist on turning my son into an overfed pet.” Lucius looked up, his eyes dark. “Or is there something else that I ought to know?”

Harry could feel Draco’s heart rate speeding up. They were in a desperate situation and they both knew it. Harry’s eyes darted frantically about the room. There were no windows, no furniture and nothing else besides the door through which Harry had entered from. The door was locked up. Locked up…as in locked in. Harry looked back to Lucius. Was he really planning on killing them both? Would he really kill his own son? Yes. After all, he had killed his own wife. The only chance they had was for Harry to strike first and successfully disarm Lucius.

“I take it from your silence,” Lucius’ voice cut into Harry’s thoughts, “that there is more to it than meets the eye. It appears that what you thought was correct, Bellatrix,” Lucius called over his shoulder.

Harry honestly felt like all the air had left his body. Draco’s breathing hitched as they watched Bellatrix Lestrange emerge from out of the shadows of the room. The expression on her face was absolutely terrifying. She looked positively wild. Harry noted the burn mark on her face and assumed it had to have been from their last meeting. Without the proper care, Draco’s burn he had at that time would not have healed, either. Harry felt a strange sense of satisfaction because he knew that, because of him, Bellatrix was scarred.

Bellatrix sneered at them as she went to stand next to Lucius. She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I told you,” she said. “I told you that your son was disgracing your name by fraternizing with the Potter brat.”

“I had hoped that Draco was merely with Potter because there was no one else and he was biding his time,” Lucius said. “But I see I was mistaken. How very sad indeed.”

“And it gets better,” Bellatrix said wickedly. “Draco is expecting! You’re going to be the grandfather of an impure child! A child with dirty, tainted blood!” Bellatrix was really enjoying every moment of this. Harry could tell, and it sickened him.

“It is as I feared, then,” Lucius said. “I am ashamed of you, Draco. I thought with your upbringing that you would be better than this. But again, I was mistaken.” Lucius sighed heavily.

Bellatrix grinned maliciously at Harry and Draco. “Let’s kill Draco first,” Bellatrix stated. She had the air of someone who was commenting on the weather. “I want to see Potter cry.”

“All in good time, my dear,” Lucius told her firmly. “All in good time. First, I believe I owe it to them to explain exactly how I am standing here.”

Bellatrix pouted. “Make it quick,” she said harshly. “I need to have the satisfaction of paying Potter back for scarring my beautiful face.”

There was no possible way that this could get any worse. Harry was now outnumbered two to one. Draco didn’t have his wand, and in his current condition he wasn’t going to be much help. All of them were going to die here tonight. There was no hope that Lucius would let them go free.

“I don’t want to hear what you have to say anymore,” Harry said, glaring at the pair standing in front of him.

“I suppose you really know the entire story, anyway,” Lucius said. “I caught Draco trying to make a run for it, Draco’s mother got in the way, I killed her, there was the battle at Hogwarts, Draco then returned to the Manor to take care of his mother’s body, I showed up and he tried to kill me.”

“I wish he had!” Harry snarled. He was beyond livid at this point. How could anyone talk about killing his own wife so casually? It was wrong. It was so wrong.

“Yes, but he didn’t,” Lucius continued. His calm demeanor was very irritating. Harry had every desire to walk right over to him and slap the smug look off of his face. “The house-elf tended to my wounds and I escaped to France, which is where I have been until now.”

“Why come back?” Draco asked shakily. Harry squeezed Draco’s arm in what he hoped was a reassuring way. Up until that moment Draco had scarcely said two words to his father, and he had ignored Bellatrix Lestrange completely. Harry had to admire his resolve. Draco had always been able to keep calm but Harry knew that resolve was about to break. “Why not leave us alone? I am of no further use to you! You said it yourself that I am nothing to you now. There is nothing in the world that I can do for you. So please,” there was a desperation in Draco’s voice now that was truly heartbreaking, “leave us be and go back to your own life. We will not expose you, and in fact have no reason to do so!”

Lucius gawked openly at his son for a few moments before he began laughing. Bellatrix joined in, their laughter echoing throughout the room.

Lucius wiped back a tear, saying, “Come now, Draco, do be serious. You know I would rather see you dead than in the company that you have thrown yourself into.”

Bellatrix was still laughing as she gasped, “That is exactly what we plan to do!”

Harry had been in this sort of desperate situation before. Feeling cornered, trapped and completely helpless was no new or sudden sensation for him. But for some reason, because it involved Draco and their unborn baby, Harry was beginning to panic and that was very bad for thinking of a plan. Harry closed his eyes, leaning his head against Draco’s. He had to think of something!

Lucius was watching them closely with a malevolent glint in his eyes.

“As heartbreaking and truly touching as this is,” Lucius stated calmly, “I believe I cannot allow it to continue. Bellatrix,” Lucius said, turning to her, “bring me my son.”

Bellatrix started advancing toward them. Harry’s eyes were open in a flash and his wand was pointed at her.

“Don’t you come near us!” Harry shouted. Still holding onto Draco, he began stepping back.

Bellatrix laughed and kept moving forward. Harry backed up as far as he could before his back hit something that he hoped rather than believed to be the wall. Harry looked behind him and nearly cried out when he saw several more Death Eaters. Harry had been so concerned with what was in front of him that he never thought to look behind. The Death Eater he had bumped into snatched Harry’s wand out of his hand. He was now completely defenseless. Harry held Draco as tight as he could, but he, too, was ripped away.

“Now, Bellatrix,” Lucius said almost lazily, “can you bring me my son?”

Bellatrix pointed her wand at Draco, who had no choice but to follow. Draco approached his father with his eyes on the floor. Lucius lifted a single finger to caress his son’s cheek.

“Don’t touch him!” Harry yelled, frantically trying to fight his way out of the death grip in which he was being held. The Death Eater had his arms pinned behind his back.

“Draco, Draco, Draco,” Lucius breathed, stroking Draco’s cheek. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”

Draco gulped, his eyes still on the floor. “I…I…” Draco started.

Lucius growled, jerking Draco’s head up by his chin. “You look at me when speaking!” Lucius snarled. He was holding Draco’s chin so tightly that his grip was going to leave a mark. “I thought I taught you better than that. Do you need me to teach you a lesson like I used to?”

Draco’s eyes widened. “No, sir,” Draco whispered.

“Arrogant, ungrateful boy,” Lucius said. “I knew you were no good from the start! You’re too soft!” Lucius smacked Draco hard across the face. Draco whimpered and Harry shouted, renewing his efforts to get away. Lucius looked up as if just realizing Harry was there. “Don’t worry, Potter,” Lucius said in a mock soothing voice. “It’ll be your turn next.”

“No,” Draco said quietly.

Lucius’s eyes snapped to him. He grabbed Draco by the collar of his shirt, dragging him close to his face. “What was that?” he demanded.

“I said ‘no’, Father,” Draco said, his voice a little stronger. “I won’t let you hurt Harry. I won’t let you destroy the life we’ve made together. You need to leave right now. I want you out of our home.” Draco looked his father straight in the eye. Determination was written all over his face. He began speaking again, his voice sincere and true. “All I’ve ever wanted was to be happy. As a child I truly believed that I would be alone forever. I thought that people like me were meant to cry alone. I spent so many hours by myself. I was lonely. I didn’t know how to love. But Harry,” Draco turned to look at him, his eyes bright with tears, “Harry pulled me out of my dark world. He makes me so happy. Happier than I’ve ever been. Harry does that for me. Before him, I was only half alive. Only a shadow of a person. You must know of what I speak. Were you not once in love with my mother?”

Lucius looked at his son like he had never really seen him before. He let go of Draco’s collar and took a few stumbling steps back, finding the wall behind him and sliding down to the floor.

“I did love Narcissa,” Lucius murmured. “I loved her so much it hurt.” He looked up at Draco. His eyes were shining with unshed tears. “You’ll never know how much I lament what I did to her. With these hands.” He lifted his hands up to his face. “With my own hands.”

Draco nodded sadly. “I know,” he said.

Lucius closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them, looking at the Death Eater restraining Harry. “Let him go,” Lucius said softly. “Let them both go. We have no more business here.”

Reluctantly the Death Eater released Harry, who ran to Draco. Harry wrapped his arms around him. Lucius watched them with an ambiguous look on his face. He then pulled himself up slowly and walked past Harry and Draco to the Death Eaters.

“We’re leaving,” he said in that same quiet voice.

“No!” Bellatrix shrieked. “No! Not until I get my revenge!” Pulling out her wand Bellatix screamed, “AVADA KEDAVRA!”

“Harry!” Draco cried, flipping them around. The spell hit Draco squarely in the back. Draco’s eyes widened and his breath hitched. Harry felt his whole entire world fall apart right in front of him. It seemed to happen in slow motion as Draco began to fall forward. Harry caught him and they both tumbled to the ground.

“Stupefy!” Lucius yelled. Bellatrix fell to the ground, along with the rest of the Death Eaters, as Lucius stunned them all.

But Harry was oblivious to what had happened around him. He cradled Draco in his arms and watched as Draco’s eyes slowly closed shut.

“Draco!” Harry yelled. “Draco!”

“I’m sorry, Harry Potter,” Mumble squeaked. “Master Draco is gone.”

Description
Title: Never Easy Part XII
Author: Ruby13b
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Mpreg
Summary: Sequel to The Recovery Boys. Loose ends are tied up. New drama occurs. It's never easy for Harry and Draco.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am not being paid for this.

This is a Harry/Draco fanfic. Meaning boy/boy. If you don't like don't read. You have been warned.

Harry was overcome with a sudden feeling of dread. The voice coming from behind him was not one that he had been expecting. In fact, Harry had thought the owner of that voice was dead. Breathing heavily and holding Draco as tightly as he could, Harry turned his head, slowly. His eyes widened when he saw that which confirmed his worst fears.

Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of him, a sneer on his face.

But he didn’t die.

The house-elf’s words echoed through Harry’s head. Lucius Malfoy was standing right in front of them. Lucius Malfoy wasn’t dead. Mumble had been trying to warn him in the dream.

He couldn’t understand this. He wouldn’t accept this. “You died!” Harry yelled.

“No, no,” Lucius said, a sneer still planted firmly on his face. “I wasn’t dead. Yes, Draco did do a number on me, but he didn’t kill me. I don’t blame Draco in the slightest; after all, he was trying to avenge his mother.” Lucius gave a sharp, cold laugh.

“Draco?” Harry asked, turning to him. “I thought you said he was dead.”

“I thought he was,” Draco responded. “I passed out after he stopped moving and when I woke up in the hospital hours later, nobody had heard anything about him. I assumed he was dead.”

“But I wasn’t dead when Draco passed out,” Lucius cut in. “Mumble here saved me.” Lucius motioned to the house-elf, who had suddenly appeared by his leg.

“Mumble?” Harry questioned.

The house-elf began sobbing and pulling his ears.

“Mumble couldn’t let Master die!” Mumble shrieked. “Mumble had let Mistress die, he couldn’t let Master die, too!”

“There, there,” Lucius simpered, patting the house-elf on the head. “You did very well.”

“To hell he did!” Harry shouted. He pointed his wand directly at Lucius. “He should have let you die!”

Lucius looked slightly amused by this, and he didn’t appear to be concerned with being held at wand-point in the slightest. Harry tightened his hold on Draco, his eyes never leaving Lucius for a moment. Harry knew that Lucius was unpredictable at best, and he wasn’t about to let him hurt Draco or the baby. Come to think of it, Harry wasn’t sure whether or not Lucius even knew that Draco was expecting. Harry wasn’t going to be the one to tell him, that was for certain.

“Harry, Harry, Harry,” Lucius said, laughing a little. “Don’t you even want to hear the entire story?”

Harry kept his wand pointed at Lucius. If truth be told, he did want to know what had actually happened.

“Tell me, then,” Harry said, rather harshly. “Tell me the whole story. Tell me what you know.”

Lucius paced back and forth. Harry followed his movements with his wand. He wasn’t going to trust Lucius Malfoy not to do anything rash. Harry was more powerful than Lucius Malfoy. Harry was more powerful than just about any witch or wizard, but he still had to be careful.

“Well?” Harry said sharply. “Out with it!”

“First, Potter, if I may, I’d like to ask you something,” Lucius said casually. Harry waited impatiently as Lucius gathered his thoughts. Lucius’ eyes fell on Draco and he narrowed them a bit. Draco gulped nervously and clung desperately to Harry. “I couldn’t help but notice,” Lucius continued, “that my son has changed in physique since we last met. Would you care to enlighten me on the matter?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Harry spat. It was best to feign ignorance. Maybe Harry would be able to distract Lucius from the subject.

“I would only like to know why you insist on turning my son into an overfed pet.” Lucius looked up, his eyes dark. “Or is there something else that I ought to know?”

Harry could feel Draco’s heart rate speeding up. They were in a desperate situation and they both knew it. Harry’s eyes darted frantically about the room. There were no windows, no furniture and nothing else besides the door through which Harry had entered from. The door was locked up. Locked up…as in locked in. Harry looked back to Lucius. Was he really planning on killing them both? Would he really kill his own son? Yes. After all, he had killed his own wife. The only chance they had was for Harry to strike first and successfully disarm Lucius.

“I take it from your silence,” Lucius’ voice cut into Harry’s thoughts, “that there is more to it than meets the eye. It appears that what you thought was correct, Bellatrix,” Lucius called over his shoulder.

Harry honestly felt like all the air had left his body. Draco’s breathing hitched as they watched Bellatrix Lestrange emerge from out of the shadows of the room. The expression on her face was absolutely terrifying. She looked positively wild. Harry noted the burn mark on her face and assumed it had to have been from their last meeting. Without the proper care, Draco’s burn he had at that time would not have healed, either. Harry felt a strange sense of satisfaction because he knew that, because of him, Bellatrix was scarred.

Bellatrix sneered at them as she went to stand next to Lucius. She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I told you,” she said. “I told you that your son was disgracing your name by fraternizing with the Potter brat.”

“I had hoped that Draco was merely with Potter because there was no one else and he was biding his time,” Lucius said. “But I see I was mistaken. How very sad indeed.”

“And it gets better,” Bellatrix said wickedly. “Draco is expecting! You’re going to be the grandfather of an impure child! A child with dirty, tainted blood!” Bellatrix was really enjoying every moment of this. Harry could tell, and it sickened him.

“It is as I feared, then,” Lucius said. “I am ashamed of you, Draco. I thought with your upbringing that you would be better than this. But again, I was mistaken.” Lucius sighed heavily.

Bellatrix grinned maliciously at Harry and Draco. “Let’s kill Draco first,” Bellatrix stated. She had the air of someone who was commenting on the weather. “I want to see Potter cry.”

“All in good time, my dear,” Lucius told her firmly. “All in good time. First, I believe I owe it to them to explain exactly how I am standing here.”

Bellatrix pouted. “Make it quick,” she said harshly. “I need to have the satisfaction of paying Potter back for scarring my beautiful face.”

There was no possible way that this could get any worse. Harry was now outnumbered two to one. Draco didn’t have his wand, and in his current condition he wasn’t going to be much help. All of them were going to die here tonight. There was no hope that Lucius would let them go free.

“I don’t want to hear what you have to say anymore,” Harry said, glaring at the pair standing in front of him.

“I suppose you really know the entire story, anyway,” Lucius said. “I caught Draco trying to make a run for it, Draco’s mother got in the way, I killed her, there was the battle at Hogwarts, Draco then returned to the Manor to take care of his mother’s body, I showed up and he tried to kill me.”

“I wish he had!” Harry snarled. He was beyond livid at this point. How could anyone talk about killing his own wife so casually? It was wrong. It was so wrong.

“Yes, but he didn’t,” Lucius continued. His calm demeanor was very irritating. Harry had every desire to walk right over to him and slap the smug look off of his face. “The house-elf tended to my wounds and I escaped to France, which is where I have been until now.”

“Why come back?” Draco asked shakily. Harry squeezed Draco’s arm in what he hoped was a reassuring way. Up until that moment Draco had scarcely said two words to his father, and he had ignored Bellatrix Lestrange completely. Harry had to admire his resolve. Draco had always been able to keep calm but Harry knew that resolve was about to break. “Why not leave us alone? I am of no further use to you! You said it yourself that I am nothing to you now. There is nothing in the world that I can do for you. So please,” there was a desperation in Draco’s voice now that was truly heartbreaking, “leave us be and go back to your own life. We will not expose you, and in fact have no reason to do so!”

Lucius gawked openly at his son for a few moments before he began laughing. Bellatrix joined in, their laughter echoing throughout the room.

Lucius wiped back a tear, saying, “Come now, Draco, do be serious. You know I would rather see you dead than in the company that you have thrown yourself into.”

Bellatrix was still laughing as she gasped, “That is exactly what we plan to do!”

Harry had been in this sort of desperate situation before. Feeling cornered, trapped and completely helpless was no new or sudden sensation for him. But for some reason, because it involved Draco and their unborn baby, Harry was beginning to panic and that was very bad for thinking of a plan. Harry closed his eyes, leaning his head against Draco’s. He had to think of something!

Lucius was watching them closely with a malevolent glint in his eyes.

“As heartbreaking and truly touching as this is,” Lucius stated calmly, “I believe I cannot allow it to continue. Bellatrix,” Lucius said, turning to her, “bring me my son.”

Bellatrix started advancing toward them. Harry’s eyes were open in a flash and his wand was pointed at her.

“Don’t you come near us!” Harry shouted. Still holding onto Draco, he began stepping back.

Bellatrix laughed and kept moving forward. Harry backed up as far as he could before his back hit something that he hoped rather than believed to be the wall. Harry looked behind him and nearly cried out when he saw several more Death Eaters. Harry had been so concerned with what was in front of him that he never thought to look behind. The Death Eater he had bumped into snatched Harry’s wand out of his hand. He was now completely defenseless. Harry held Draco as tight as he could, but he, too, was ripped away.

“Now, Bellatrix,” Lucius said almost lazily, “can you bring me my son?”

Bellatrix pointed her wand at Draco, who had no choice but to follow. Draco approached his father with his eyes on the floor. Lucius lifted a single finger to caress his son’s cheek.

“Don’t touch him!” Harry yelled, frantically trying to fight his way out of the death grip in which he was being held. The Death Eater had his arms pinned behind his back.

“Draco, Draco, Draco,” Lucius breathed, stroking Draco’s cheek. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”

Draco gulped, his eyes still on the floor. “I…I…” Draco started.

Lucius growled, jerking Draco’s head up by his chin. “You look at me when speaking!” Lucius snarled. He was holding Draco’s chin so tightly that his grip was going to leave a mark. “I thought I taught you better than that. Do you need me to teach you a lesson like I used to?”

Draco’s eyes widened. “No, sir,” Draco whispered.

“Arrogant, ungrateful boy,” Lucius said. “I knew you were no good from the start! You’re too soft!” Lucius smacked Draco hard across the face. Draco whimpered and Harry shouted, renewing his efforts to get away. Lucius looked up as if just realizing Harry was there. “Don’t worry, Potter,” Lucius said in a mock soothing voice. “It’ll be your turn next.”

“No,” Draco said quietly.

Lucius’s eyes snapped to him. He grabbed Draco by the collar of his shirt, dragging him close to his face. “What was that?” he demanded.

“I said ‘no’, Father,” Draco said, his voice a little stronger. “I won’t let you hurt Harry. I won’t let you destroy the life we’ve made together. You need to leave right now. I want you out of our home.” Draco looked his father straight in the eye. Determination was written all over his face. He began speaking again, his voice sincere and true. “All I’ve ever wanted was to be happy. As a child I truly believed that I would be alone forever. I thought that people like me were meant to cry alone. I spent so many hours by myself. I was lonely. I didn’t know how to love. But Harry,” Draco turned to look at him, his eyes bright with tears, “Harry pulled me out of my dark world. He makes me so happy. Happier than I’ve ever been. Harry does that for me. Before him, I was only half alive. Only a shadow of a person. You must know of what I speak. Were you not once in love with my mother?”

Lucius looked at his son like he had never really seen him before. He let go of Draco’s collar and took a few stumbling steps back, finding the wall behind him and sliding down to the floor.

“I did love Narcissa,” Lucius murmured. “I loved her so much it hurt.” He looked up at Draco. His eyes were shining with unshed tears. “You’ll never know how much I lament what I did to her. With these hands.” He lifted his hands up to his face. “With my own hands.”

Draco nodded sadly. “I know,” he said.

Lucius closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them, looking at the Death Eater restraining Harry. “Let him go,” Lucius said softly. “Let them both go. We have no more business here.”

Reluctantly the Death Eater released Harry, who ran to Draco. Harry wrapped his arms around him. Lucius watched them with an ambiguous look on his face. He then pulled himself up slowly and walked past Harry and Draco to the Death Eaters.

“We’re leaving,” he said in that same quiet voice.

“No!” Bellatrix shrieked. “No! Not until I get my revenge!” Pulling out her wand Bellatix screamed, “AVADA KEDAVRA!”

“Harry!” Draco cried, flipping them around. The spell hit Draco squarely in the back. Draco’s eyes widened and his breath hitched. Harry felt his whole entire world fall apart right in front of him. It seemed to happen in slow motion as Draco began to fall forward. Harry caught him and they both tumbled to the ground.

“Stupefy!” Lucius yelled. Bellatrix fell to the ground, along with the rest of the Death Eaters, as Lucius stunned them all.

But Harry was oblivious to what had happened around him. He cradled Draco in his arms and watched as Draco’s eyes slowly closed shut.

“Draco!” Harry yelled. “Draco!”

“I’m sorry, Harry Potter,” Mumble squeaked. “Master Draco is gone.”