Untitled Part 1

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TW: blood⚠️

My whole body shivered as I gawked at the black-dressed man before me, not because I was terrified of him, but because of the recognizable sounds of muffled cries that were audible from a few feet further. The painful sobs and unexplainable shrieks were enough to make my heart drop to my stomach.

I slowly lowered my levitated wand, watching as Snape hesitantly lifted his shaking finger up to his lips, gesturing silence. My breathing was expeditiously getting out of hand, of course my mind  has to always assume the literal worst. I strived to obliterate the utter trepidation and panic that was taking over my state, and luckily, professor Snape had managed to snap me out of my thoughts and dreads just as I was about to loose my mind completely.

"What a surprise, Potter." He muttered in a whisper, his tune was high enough for me to hear but at the same time as soundless as possible for anyone else to catch.

I have always been doubtful that Severus was not aware of me and Malfoy. I may not act like it but I have noticed the professor constantly eye me with a hint of suspicion anytime the blonde and I were in the same room. It seems to me that he may have caught up on the tension, which was... I don't know... weird maybe?
But that doesn't answer the slight shock that plastered upon his pale face for a split second when he saw me, given the fact that he might know of Malfoy and I's unexplainable situation, therefore also aware of why I'm here.

I swallowed dryly, twitching my fingers due to the crawling anxiety through my body. Attempting to speak, I opened my mouth to say something but everything came out as a complete stutter.

"I- uhm- well, Mal- he-"

"Alright there Mr. Potter, no need to try and explain. I already know the reason to why you're here. Typical of you, always coming to the rescue." He uttered, even in this type of circumstance, his tongue has to have a drop of venom, but I decided to disregard his usual obnoxiousness right now.

I thought he was done speaking but I was somehow wrong.

"I'll take care of Draco's state. You go and do what you came here to do, which I presume is dealing with the Dark Lord, am I correct?"

My face features twisted in a way that displayed confusion. There's no way that he was willing to oppose and go against the person whom he bows down to. Snape would rather pitch himself off of the Astronomy Tower than do something to help me in some way, but now wasn't the time to question his intentions. I have to end this before it's too late so I just briefly nodded my head, gesturing a yes.

And once again, I gripped my wand tightly between my sweaty palm, levitating it. My body drew closer and closer to where the noises came from.
I stopped in my tracks the moment a half-opened door popped right before me. I must have not regarded it as the aura was severely dark and gloomy. My tensed figure took another step towards the open half of the area, which most likely led to where Voldemort and the death eaters were... and him too.

I winced at the thought of Malfoy, trying to eliminate all the worst case scenarios in my head. My arm straightened further allowing the wand in my palms to stay pointed. This shouldn't be that hard, Snape had said that he'll deal with Draco. Although I have to admit, I don't fully trust the man but right now I had no choice but to do so.

And then it was my place to take action. Before the tragic death of professor Dumbledore, we had destroyed almost every single Horcrux of Lord Voldemort. With that being said, he isn't going to be as strong as before, as each Horcrux was a part of him. The snake—Nagini, was only one left. We weren't able to kill it sooner since that vile creature was always in the Mannor, under the dark lord's feet. That made it difficult to find and attack it, until now. All I have to do was kill that snake, and he's dead; fully gone. But I'm positive that he'd rather do anything than to not put up a fight first, which I genuinely didn't mind to be honest, given the fact that he's sort of weak, and I on the other hand have been learning a dozen of spells and hexes for the past couple of months.

I mentally shook my head to disregard my thoughts, and with that, I took a final step forward.

In a blink of an eye, I found myself standing in a wide, cold room, although I wish I didn't see what caught my eyes next.
Malfoy's skinny figure was laying lifeless against the floor, which was severely covered in his blood. I noticed his body also full of painful, deep cuts and fresh wounds. Everything was too much to take in. Even though I hated it, but the sight of him in this state was breaking me in ways I have never felt before. The fact that he's probably dead right now because of me made my heart sink. I never thought in a million years that I'll say this but every single bone and nerve in my body was wishing that he's still breathing, because there was no way in hell that I'm going to able to live with myself if I let him risk his life and die to save mine.

I didn't even realise anyone else in the room until now, since Malfoy was the first one to catch my eyes of course.
My gaze tore from his bleeding corpse onto the the three people standing to the side. Narcsissa Malfoy stood in utter shock, tears running down her face as her figure was shaking uncontrollably.
I took a thick gulp as I realised that if his own mother was in that much disbelief, that means that he hadn't informed anyone about his suicide mission, and that tore me apart further more.

Beside Narcissa was that vile prick Lucius. I felt my fists tighten and my jaw clench at the sight of him SMIRKING, literally standing in pride. His own son had a fat chance of being dead right now and he couldn't give a single shit. My blood boiled as I began thinking of what else that git did to Malfoy. If he's proud to see his own child in this devastating state due to a mistake, then no wonder he does stuff ten times worse, for instance abusing him constantly.

I quickly disregarded the awful theory which I was sure was true, and permitted my eyes to meet with Bellatrix's. Not even a split second had past and I immediately tore my gaze away. She of course was smiling her maniac smile; crazy lunatic.

As much as I wanted to help Malfoy at the moment, I couldn't. There was something I had to deal with first. Besides, Severus should come in any minute now and take him back to Hogwarts.

And then I took notice of who was standing opposite of me, who else would it be other than Tom.

"The real... Harry Potter, exactly what I was yearning for."