Draco Malfoy Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

The proximity was making my own shadow twitch, the Scythe mark on my wrist burning with a violet fire. ​"This is exactly who I am," he countered, leaning in until his nose brushed mine. "The Doctor was a dream I had while I was sleeping. I am awake now. And I remember why I killed you in the ninth life." ​He pulled me against him, his arms like iron bands. "I killed you because if I couldn't have you, the world didn't deserve to keep you. And in this life, Elowen... I am not going to be so merciful."

There was no way to save the situation. “That’s it, Arthur.” Draco took a deep breath, as if he had to conjure all his strength to say his last words, “You should kill me and exchange my head for the lives of your family.” “What?” Arthur looked at Draco incredulously. He was utterly unable to believe his own ears. He couldn’t believe such a sentence would actually come out of Draco’s mouth. He even thought that he had misheard it. “Master, you… What did you say?” “Kill me.” Draco smiled sadly. “Arthur, I would rather die at your hands than theirs. Please, consider this as my last request.”

tears kept rolling down his eyes. Draco was completely broken by his son's tear. "Lucifer...I can't be anyone's ideal," he grunts in pain. Lucifer looked at him... "Dyna... whatever you said is true," he exclaimed. Slowly, slowly his body started turning into ashes...he died... "NO ...dad...don't go." Lucifers and Dyna mourning on his left ashes. Marcus hugged Olivia and others ...a wave of happiness spread all over. Richard and Henry are overwhelmed with their victory, but something is still bothering them because they know it's not that easy to defeat Draco so sudden.

His heart pounded faster than usual, gripped by fear. “Mom!” Draco was shocked to see his mother lying on the floor, her wrists covered in blood. A knife lay nearby, making it clear she had hurt herself. Draco broke down in tears, kneeling as he hugged his mother. “Mom! Open your eyes! Don’t leave me, Mom!” He could feel her body growing cold. He screamed for her to wake up, but it was no use. She didn’t open her eyes. Draco’s gaze shifted to a letter lying beside her. He picked it up and read.

Lucas aimed his gun at Draco. "Draco, many more would die at your hands if you live," he said. "You will die. Today." Draco burst out laughing as he raised his gun and rested the nozzle against his chest. "Even if I do, I will never die at your hands." With that, he pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrated his chest, and he fell. Draco was finally gone. Lucas felt as though he was relieved of an enormous, suffocating burden. His clothes were stained red, drenched with blood that he didn't know belonged to him or another.

He stared at me with the desperation of a child. “You were the final key,” he whispered. “My salvation.” “You were never salvation,” I said. “You were unfinished.” His jaw unhinged in a silent scream. Then Draco vanished. No explosion. No falling body. No dust of a corpse. Only silence. The fog evaporated, revealing the aftermath. Wolves crawled to their feet. Witches lifted their heads. The wind moved without whispering his name. Draco was gone. The magic drained from me like water leaving a broken cup. My knees buckled. My vision swam in darkness.

She became too strong and skillful, the dead bodies was up to 50 and i wondered how she did this alone, the more i entered inside, dead bodies kept on welcoming me and it felt like she was clearing the way for me to pass. "Bloody fuck!, This girl must be a witch, how can she kill all these people without not even get shot!" Noel gasped following me behind, we got to the main hall and that was when we saw her, shockingly Draco was on his knees, She has succeded in killing all his gards, his legs and hands were bleeding.

Ohh I am a spirit, of course I died! No, it can't happen. "What's happening?" Draco asked disappointed, Damina raised his brow at him and huffed, "you were right here weren't you." "You killed the poor animal." "Oh don't start," he sneered and disappeared. Draco stood there staring at space, oh no., It's the wrong time to do that honey, don't think about it yet, your punishment is best served cold. I grinned!!

Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair. I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?" … When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression. "Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent. "She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours." Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."

What has she done? "Your sister attacked Master Zack and plucked out his left eye" Draco replied and Mica staggered backwards. "Whaaat??" She flinched. The lady in her room was telling the truth! "I really don't know what's happening. But right now, Khalid's dead". "What?" Mica felt her heart melt. "What're you talking about, Draco?" "I... I don't really know Mica, but he seems dead. He was found pale in the room and his body will be moved soon".