Harry Potter and Draconia Malfoid vs Voldemort.

Act 1:

The Forbidden Forest, Harry walked down its path knowing what would be. His thoughts heavy, exhausted, gripping the branches with a trembling hand. Despite his knowledge he feared death’s strike, his steps upon its fog blinding his path. His heart continues only feeling and remembering—his friends—his love. So much tragedy and pain, his anger rising as he looked before him seeing his enemy. The person who destroyed innocents, the manipulator, the monster—Voldemort.

The Death Eater all standing by his side and Harry slowly walking out to face his foe. There were no words, only the footsteps of his knowing sacrifice. Harry looked across to see his old friend Hagrid; he could see his face, shocked, and saddened. With great concern of heart Hagrid spoke from his chains.

“Harry. No! What are you doing here!” as then another yelled to Hagrid for him to be silent. There they both stood as if they only knew each other Voldemort’s eyes transfixed upon Harry’s.

“Harry Potter…The Boy who Lived…come to die” said Voldemort with a slow and satisfied manner. Harry could see Voldemort grip his wand firmly eager to kill Harry, to have no one else stand against him Harry thought. Moments passing Harry closed his eyes accepting his sacrifice to save all who were at Hogwarts. As he heard Voldemort yell his spell, death was coming and yet he thought of his family, his friend and especially her—Malfoid.

“Avada Kedavra!” A blinding light so great felled Voldemort as the light receded; there it was, the body of The Boy Who Lived—Harry was dead. Bellatrix quickly went to Voldemort's side, he looked upon her with great anger as she asked if he was okay “Get off me!” he yelled. As he slowly got up looking in front of him even he himself was shocked. Was this truly the end? Finally no one else would stand against him.

Yet he feared.

Doubt gripped him, what if he lived? What if he stands again? Why!? Voldemort’s anger and doubt held even him back. As Narcissa Malfoid went forward willingly towards Harry’s lifeless corpse, Voldemort’s hand gripped his wand tighter as if it could all end in just one moment, the image of the boy standing before him still visceral in his mind.

As Bellatrix Lestrange called Narcissa “Is he alive?” There Narcissa got close towards Harry worried about her beloved daughter most of all. All of this destruction and pain burdened her heart, her greatest fear upon her heart as she whispered in a low tone. “Is she alive? Draconia is she alive?” A small nod from Harry brought a joy unlike any other; her heart skipped a beat knowing that her precious daughter was still alive. Confidently getting up she spoke.

“Dead”

Act 2:

Voldemort walked into the Castle that haunted him, yet now he was the victor, the greatest Wizard who has ever lived, the most powerful, the one who killed the Boy Who Lived. The Death Eater behind him as he watched the students come out in droves; here he brings them their greatest despair—then no one will stand against him. “Harry Potter is dead!” he yelled proudly into the courtyard of the students. All were silent, some in shock—but all afraid.

Draconia Malfoid heard these words and her heart already burdened by her life fell—he couldn’t be right? He couldn’t just die? Her legs weak and hands trembling barely holding onto her wand. Harry? Those words stayed in her mind as she listened to grandiose words of Voldemort. As again he spoke with confidence.

“From this day forth you put your faith in me” His words were sick with depravity as he announced with great joy “Harry Potter is dead!” to his fellow Death Eaters as they laughed and they all laughed. All but for two who feigned, and Draconia a wrath so ferocious rose up in her a spirit threatening to possess her mind. He killed him!? She thought his laughter made her grind her teeth, her eyes dead focused on Voldemort, her desire would be granted—it would be satiated!

“And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us—Or die” Draconia could see Voldemort look unto the crowd expectant of his desire. She would make his end if not for Harry…if not for him, and then she cursed herself. Knowing only her greatest shame that she could not have saved him and another voice spoke. Her father Lucius called out to her his hand held out and his face seeking only to flee. Then her mother spoke her name as she asked for her to come.

Her family whom she loved greatly her hand tightening, she looked down closing her eyes. How much longer would she betray this feeling? When she could have spoken the truth, and yet something again spoke in her mind gripping her. Her own words of conscience told her “There is no future. Would you stand with those who let Voldemort kill him? Will you again abandon your love from fear.” She held onto her wand yet she could not move even as Lucius and Narcissa looked as they started to realize.

Their own fears began to form Lucius, now more afraid than ever before, looked upon Lord Voldemort as he then looked onto Draconia. His daughter, his life, his family, his hand also holding onto his wand tightly as if knowing he would rather find death than let his daughter face it. For he knew his fear of losing his family was far greater than any death or any shame. He would not let this be, he cant let this be!

Then another stepped forward Neville Longbottom. With a limp he stepped forward the silence deafening as Voldemort began to speak once more “Well I must say I hoped for better” then the Death Eaters laughed again. “And who might you be young man?” His voice dark and condescending as Neville spoke his name the others laughed once more. “Well Neville, I'm sure we can find a place for you in our ranks.” Neville then cutting off Voldemort's speech with his own words.

Voldemort’s face twisted as he spoke “Well Neville I'm sure we all would be fascinated to hear what you have to say” His hand, tightening ready to end this stranger who seemed to think he could speak, that worm Voldemort thought. Neville's speech, as beautiful as it was, Voldemort hated it and hated any who would stand against him. As he saw his hand move to the Hat, Voldemort struck “Crucio!!” he hit Neville with glee; Neville fell writhing in pain as the other behind screamed “No” in shock and mercy.

“You think you can stand against me, none of you can, none of you are worthy!” He laughed until magic struck him harshly “Everte Statum!” a female voice yelled, sending Voldemort back in shock. As then the person who shot it slowly walked out, shocking both Lucius and Narcissa why, why would she do this, they both thought. Her form graceful and determined as she looked to her parents and back to Voldemort as the other Death Eaters were about to strike Voldemort stopped them with his hand.

As he got up he heard Narcissa say “Draconia don’t do this!” as he turned to Lucius and Narcissa in great wrought. Only for his dark desire to take hold “Hold them back!” Voldemort yelled as Lucius struggled, his worst nightmare coming true and he could do nothing about it. “Draconia!!” he yelled. Voldemort's anger well etched on his face turned into a vile smile as he spoke, “Draconia, you had your chance, you could have been among us yet you choose this, the weak among you, you are no more different than they are, and you shall die with them!” He laughed maniacally.

He turned to Lucius and Narcissa as he smiled at them “Face your daugh-” Again his speech stopped for she struck him again “Enough!” she yelled with great gravity. The spirit of vengeance taking hold, “You’ve taken everything, you took my family, my love, you have my hatred most of all.” Her spirit, if nothing else stood against Voldemort as he looked into her eyes, they were not eyes of fear, or of other women, they were the eyes of Potter. Of someone defiant!

She shot again, “Expelliarmus!” she yelled as Voldemort struck back, “Avada Kedavra!” their spells clashed as Voldemort looked upon his opponent again another would stand; if another had this resolve, who would stand next? His doubt was fueled only by his great anger.

Draconia held onto her wand with both hands wondering why she chose to stand? And only one answer came…Harry’s face, his warmth, his love—her love. “Do you really think you stand a chance against me girl!” She heard Voldemort yell loudly, yet even as death stood before she felt an unyielding spirit upon her being. Her fear lost to this spirit of wrath and love, “You think I'm afraid Voldemort!” she yelled and saw his face slip into disbelief for but a moment. “You took everything from me! My peace, my family, my future, my love! I refuse to let you take more—I am Draconia Malfoid!” Her spell as if commanded by her spirit surged forward making the other Death Eaters fall silent. Voldemort roared back in spirit and fired back.

“You will die! You all will die! I am He who shall not be named—I am Voldemort!”

Again people felt hope shock on both sides as they watched. Harry, who could hear it all, needed to get up; he needed to protect them—to protect her. Draconia faltered as she was losing and she felt fear, a greater fear she has known. Her mind is screaming for someone to save her Father, Mother… Harry please! Then a great silence took hold and all the Death Eaters gasped.

As Lucius then yelled “Potter!” as Harry jumped from Hagrid’s arms, seeing Lucius' wand in flight grabbing it. Voldemort turned shocked and panicked “How!?” Forcing Voldemort to redirect Draconia’s spell, he then shot another spell at Harry. Lucius then grabbed Narcissa's wand as the Death Eater slowly ran, as he spoke unknown words pushing the remaining Death Eater away from Hagrid and Narcissa as he looked to Hagrid.

Voldemort in great anger rushed after Harry Potter. Who rushed to Draconia’s side Hagrid with his arm pushed several Death Eaters to the wall as he, Lucius, and Narcissa rushed towards the Castle Voldemort fire; together they fired, “Everte Statum!” Voldemort in confusion got hit twice, sent towards a column taking a heavy blow as they entered the Castle.

The remaining Death Eaters marched, firing upon the Castle, yet they were safe Voldemort roared in great anger.

Act 3:

In Hogwarts Harry with Hermione and Ron he knew Voldemort would not rest. As he explained to both of them what he would do. Taking Voldemort to the Hall hoping to end this. He rushed only for his heart to stop as he saw her upon the stairs. Her face on the verge of tears as she looked upon Harry his heart was crushed—Draconia the name echoes in his thoughts. As she rushed him, holding him tighter than he had ever felt before. Her hands clamping tight to his shoulders.

And he held her with equal warmth. Her words were soft and tragic. “Please don’t go Harry…You don’t have to face Voldemort alone, please let me go with you.” Harry struggled to let her go, his love for her too great to release his hands from her. “Draconia-I-I have to… I can’t bear to see you die, please Draconis let me fin-” She stopped him, her love a burden why she thought? Why is life so cruel? As she looked at him in anger, her face with tears upon it.

“No! I won’t let you, just listen to me Har-” and then she felt his lips land on hers and they kissed each other. Yet she knew that he was betraying her with his action, that he would go anyway, leaving her again. As his arms left her body she felt his warmth slip away from her again as she watched him move up those stairs basked in the open light. She again felt inspired by him; there was no greater treasure to her than—Harry Potter.

Harry moved up the stairs; guarded by his love for Draconia, he went to face his dragon—Voldemort. As he moved through the halls and into the Great Hall, his face towards the rubble he felt for but a brief moment of doubt as he turned back to see Voldemort walking slowly towards him.

“Harry, how many times have you lived? You keep getting back up, you and your friends. This will be the last time we face each other. Today you will die Potter.” Harry’s hand firm on his wand, nothing seemed to crush his spirit not just because of the burdens of his friend, but because of who he loved; he refuses death, to have this future, to have this family, he will refuse anything that stands in his way!

Harry fired spells as did Voldemort, Harry leading him towards the stairs, fighting all along the way, getting him towards the roof. Meanwhile Lucius, Narcissa stood near Draconia firing against the Death Eaters. The hat was close as she saw the Serpent Nagini, every student fighting for their life as she grabbed the hat pulling the sword out as her Father and Mother looked to Draconia knowing what they needed to do.

Malfoid rushed forward with no fear and with vigorous love in her heart, carried by Harry’s spirit alongside hers. The chaos biding her time to strike the Serpent and ending its life, as again she fired her spell “Everte Statum!” Its strength was more than normal, a torrent from its blast sending many Death Eaters towards the rubbles on the sides. But her heart yearned, it wanted to go out into the courtyard as if her heart was telling her to go. Then pelted by spells. Lucius moved forward in determination, handing the wand back to Narcissa; he again spoke in words unknown and with great wrath, sending a dark spell towards his fellow Death Eaters. His voice like a hero he spoke proudly “I will not let any of you touch my family!” Narcissa, feeling inspired by his words, joined Lucius and together they stood proud as the Malfoid Family!

Harry, who was being taken in flight against Voldemort. Harry was being crashed into several of the structures of Hogwarts taking blow after blow his body feeling the rush of blood and pain. He held onto Tom again the sound “Krak-Thoom!” another structure went unknowingly crashing onto more Death Eaters. As they both fell into the courtyard once more, Harry’s body was beaten and battered, his breathing ragged, forcing himself up through immense pain.

Draconia finally made out, seeing a dark cloud into the sky, her heart seeking an answer as it crashed onto the courtyard. There she saw Potter and rushed towards him; as he nearly fell back she supported him with her body to the side of his back. Her hand on his and for a moment she remembered a beautiful memory, thinking through all that’s happened. She is truly happy to be by his side and there is no other place she would rather be.

Voldemort struggled to get up his mind struggling to understand, why now? Why could He not win against Potter,against his friends, against her. Turning his head towards two of his greatest foe, Dumbledore could not stop him, Snape couldn’t, and here stood two people. His thought shattered as he was reminded of how he met his end the first time. There is no way!? It’s just two kids!?

“Scared Potter?” She said with a smile as she looked at him, supporting him back up, and her hand holding his wand towards Voldemort. Harry with a smile on his face despite his broken body. He looked back with no fear left in his heart, with a woman he would never let go, with the one woman he loved most in this world—Draconia Malfoid.

“Never if you’re with me. We can do this!” Her smile never left her as they saw Voldemort stand up, looking shocked. He then pointed his wand towards them and roared with fervor, “Avada Kedavra” Then she looked back towards Harry with only one question left in her mind.

“Together?” Malfoid asked with love in her heart.

“Together” Harry answered with love in his heart.

A warmth so amazing shot up in both Harry and Draconia their hearts aligned in one purpose, in one mind, in one will, as one body. A spell of enormous power formed around both Harry and Draconia. A glow of violet emerged from the wand, neither of them even noticing as they both yelled with incredible spirit.

“Expelliarmus!!” The spell unleashing its power, a power Voldemort knew could not be normal magic, nor Expelliarmus. His body feeling a warmth then slowly towards a scorching heat as the spell engulfed the even the curse of Death; its light was so great it blinded any onlooker the Death Eaters running in fear. As Voldemort felt the spell devour his body a pain so defeating he yelled in pain How? How!? Voldemort thought, where did he go wrong, as he looked onto both of his enemies and saw not them, but fear.

As he saw the visage of Harry’s parents his fear and confusion couldn’t understand any of it. He had finally met it, his mightiest fear, to which he bends and grovels to—this was Death. Like the sun’s scorching rays his body left nothing, no memory, no life, no soul—Tom Riddle was no more.