DEATH AND THE DRAGON, - a dark, hard and soft draco malfoy love story.

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I find myself walking around Hogwarts, it is just going to start lunch break and my stomach is growling for food. Cassie hasn't found me yet, but now it is the perfect time to catch up on her.

My head hurts knowing I have a gazillion amount of studying and homework to do. My brain burns just to think about it, but I wave it off and pretend everything else is fine.

"Can I talk with you for a moment?" A kind voice echoes behind me. I turn around and it's Cho. "I need your help, follow me."

I don't have time to respond, she grabs my arm and leads me a floor above us. We are at the stairs and the portraits move, waving back at us.
My brain has forgotten how beautiful Hogwarts is, how nostalgic and warm, too. I'm so used to this place that once upon a time I am always reminded I will love this place forever. It really does feel like home.

I see Hermione, Harry, Ron, Luna and some other folk up ahead, from all houses expect for mine.

They all seem to be whispering, Harry looks at me and waves.

"I brought her too," Says Cho, "I trust her."

Luna smiles at me kindly, waving her hand, glaring at me like I am a constellation and I say hi. We all follow Harry to a quiet place where we all can communicate in peace; I sit by the fire, some on the floor, some on the couch and chairs.

"I need your help," Harry states, his face serious and cold, looking at all of us. His eyes seem to be less tired, more determined and alert, "I brought you all here because I've been told you believe me."

A little boy that is with us, he's about ten, maybe twelve, or eleven, raises his hand.
A Harry nods, enforcing him to speak, we all stare at him as he speaks, slightly shaking, "So is it true? Is he really back?"

My heart sinks.

I had forgotten about that.

"Yes," Harry nods once more, "yes he is."

"So he really killed Cedric?" The little boy asked, fists clenched in fear.

His eyes saddened, as if he's remembering what happened right in front of him. His voice is dangerously quiet now, "Yes."

"However---" Harry continues, "I have gathered all of you today to ask you for a favor. I've been thinking about this for a long time. . . " He looks at Hermione, then at Ron, "Since you believe me--- I want to organize an army to fight back once he appears again."

"I know it may seem scary, trust me, I know," He continues, "but I have spent so many days--- sleepless nights worrying and thinking I had no choice, but I do, and so do you. I think, that we, together," he swallows, "can be a great team if we practice. If we study, and practice, we can become more powerful and learn how to defend ourselves, from anyone who is trying to harm us." He looks at us, "Either that being him, Death Eaters, or dementors."

"It is alright if you need some time to think this through, although I ask you to not share this with anyone else besides everyone in this room. If you want to include anyone else," His voice louder, "please inform me. Things have changed, and still are changing. Attacks, strange situations have been happening more often, and there might be one day that we wake up here, and it'll be our last day alive. You cannot survive, or save people, friends, family if you don't know how to fight, and most importantly, when fear is so big that it stops you from trying."

Everyone is deeply thinking, swallowing his words in. I am processing his words and letting the harsh reality hit me in the face, and I do not enjoy it. However, this is our life now, and we need to accept it.