Draco Malfoy Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

Frustrated and left with no options, the Draco rears its head backward and releases a concentrated plume of fire on the ground where Elizabeth was lying on. The Draco’s body heated up in anger. It continued to breathe more fire, slowly turning the ground into ash and glass but it didn’t stop. The fiery plume turns to a shade of blue as its soul releases a lot of power. Eventually, the Draco stops to survey its work. Once the fire settles, the Draco sees that the ground was obliterated into nothing but Elizabeth was still fine, albeit a bit smokey. This was the last straw for the Draco. Charging forward, it strikes Elizabeth’s body with a powerful claw.

Or worse, someone else? “You used dark magic…” I said, trying to wrap my mind around it. “I had no choice,” she said, her smile fading into something more serious. “If I didn’t, Draco would have found a way to kill Isla. I couldn’t let that happen. Not to my daughter.” “How did Draco kill you?” I asked her, with narrowed eyes. “With a dagger. I was stabbed countless times to death. Luckily I did the protection spell before going in to meet him. After he was done stabbing, I was then taken to the river and thrown inside. That was when the protection spell healed me and I woke up.” She explained.

Kyle asked and revealed. "Draco is dead?" Madison asked with her eyes widening. She is hearing it for the first time. "Yes. You don't know about it? Greta knows about it, though. Why didn't she tell you?" "I'm just learning about it. But...but why did your brother kill him?" Madison raised her brows in curiosity. "What do you think? The day he touched you, he had already signed his death sentence. So it's bound to happen, and I'm pleased he killed him." Kyle answered, looking satisfied.

I yelled, raising my leg to kick him, but it was like he anticipated my move, and caught my leg mid-way. “Zara, why do you want it the hard way?... I won't go easy on you anymore, seeing that are so defiant,” Draco growled, making me scoff. “I don't care, you evil man, you killed my men, you killed, Theon and Jamie,” I screamed. Draco chuckled, then he said, “I didn't kill two of them Zara, I killed only Theon. Jamie is still alive but will soon be dead, just like your friend Lia over there.”

I smiled faintly and said, "You're welcome. I've already witnessed that curse firsthand after all." Draco was slightly bewildered. "Huh? I thought no one in the Sherwood family had actually suffered from the curse in almost 50 years…" I sighed, my thoughts drifting back to my past life. I hadn't believed in the curse back then either. It wasn't until after I died, right before my soul drifted away, that I saw Draco's body after he committed suicide overseas and finally understood that the curse was real.

"We need to get him there as soon as possible!" Raba,had just returned and she directly joined them, her usually composed features etched with worry. "What happened? Is he going to be okay?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "He took out all the Hounds, single-handedly," Calix replied, his muscles straining with the effort of carrying Draco's weight. "But he collapsed just as we were about to celebrate our victory." The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the metallic tang of blood as Master and Calix struggled to carry Draco's limp body through the battlefield. The Dragon Lord's mighty form now fragile and pale, his scales stained with crimson.

Pain flared white-hot. In the haze of my fading consciousness, I thought of Draco—his arms, his scent, his promise whispered against my skin. My last breath was a plea I couldn’t voice: don’t let me die without him. Then darkness swallowed me whole. Draco’s POV Something in my chest snapped. One moment I was laughing bitterly with Leon about how my parents would chew my ear for the stunt I pulled at the gala, and the next—my wolf howled. A sharp, searing pain ripped through me, primal and undeniable.

"You can go ahead and try setting that fire if you dare, you wretched woman!" Draco, who had been lying inside the coffin, suddenly shot up and yelled at me with a savage expression. He had a face that resembled something out of a horror story, so much so that it was enough to make anyone's legs give out. Those present froze instantly, staring at him in absolute horror. It was then that someone finally broke down and yelled, "Draco has come back to life! He has risen from the dead!"

"What is it?" "A woman was found dead," Draco said. "A witch." Mitch frowned. "How did she die?" "Bitemarks were found on her neck," Draco replied. "Vampire." "Vampire." Mitch agreed. "What was the time of her death?" "Late last night or early this morning," Draco said. He took another drink. "I have never seen anything like that. Every single drop of her blood was gone..." he placed a glass cup on the table. "I have sent you copies of the pictures from the scene... drink something before you view them."

“Whyy? Ms Helen please, get up! I'll take you to the hospital, please “. I could feel her breath slowing down so fast. She kept gasping while I screamed in tears, begging no-one but Draco and his men to help me lift her up. They stood right there, watching me like nothing was happening. A tear fell out from her right eye as her lips trembled in pain and then , her head dropped lifelessly in my hands. I screamed out in pain, crying profusely as I realised she was dead. Draco interrupted my cries as he stated; “This is her punishment for disobeying and disregarding me. She swore never to tell anyone anything concerning this , but here, she told you because you're who? “. He grinned widely and