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@theautholicas @magicbulled All in good time, you will know. (tragic ending)

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Sentence of Fate

“I’m sorry, Harry, I must kill you…”

She held the wand, her body trembling. As the words slipped from her lips, her tears burst out. The Dark Lord was threatening her parents' lives, leaving her with no way back. She had to force herself to do the cruelest thing in the world: take the life of Harry Potter, the boy she loved with all her heart. Never in her life had the choice between the person she loved completely and the lives of her family torn her apart in such a cruel situation.

“Dracaena... Why?”

Harry spoke slowly.

“Don’t talk to me, Harry. Draw your wand... DRAW YOUR WAND, HARRY. DON’T LOOK AT ME WITH THOSE EYES!”

She screamed, her voice lost in the howling wind blowing through the rock crevices. Dracaena’s hands holding the wand shook violently. She did not dare face those clear emerald-green eyes filled with no hatred at all, only deep pain and sorrow for her. She tightly closed her eyes and shouted the forbidden spell.

“Avada Kedavra!”

A bright green light shot out. But instead of dodging or fighting back, Harry just stood there. At the last moment, the internal conflict in her mind caused Dracaena’s hand to slip. The curse grazed Harry’s shoulder and smashed into the stone wall behind him, blowing countless fragments into the air.

“Why didn’t you block it? HUH? DRAW YOUR WAND!”

“HARRY! WHO ARE YOU LOOKING DOWN ON? DRAW YOUR WAND AND FIGHT LIKE A REAL WIZARD!”

Tears poured out heavily from her eyes, blurring her vision.

“Expelliarmus!”

Only then did Harry raise his wand, shooting out a gentle red light to disarm her, but Dracaena blocked it in time with ‘Protego’.

The wand duel happened rapidly and ruthlessly. Beams of red, blue, and yellow light collided continuously in midair, creating loud explosions that echoed through the corridor. Dracaena attacked wildly, pouring all her confusion and despair into every spell. But Harry only kept defending himself and stepping back step by step, refusing to cast a dangerous spell at her.

“Stop holding back on me, Harry! Please...”

She yelled hysterically while firing spells, choking through her tears.

“How could you understand, Harry... How could you know the feeling of having to choose between the person you love and the lives of your family? He is holding a knife to my parents’ throats! If I don’t act against you... they won’t survive! What do you want me to do? They will die!”

Harry rolled to dodge the exploding spell ‘Confringo’, then suddenly lunged forward to close the distance. He stopped using his wand and instead used his bare hands to tightly grip Dracaena’s trembling wrists, pushing her against the cold stone wall.

The wand in her hand fell onto the stone floor, making a clear but helpless "clack" sound.

Everything went silent. The two stood close together, their heavy breathing blending with the coldness of the night. Dracaena’s tears rolled down her cheeks, falling onto the back of Harry’s tightly gripping hands.

“I know...”

Harry whispered, his voice dropping low, full of heartbreaking gentleness.

“I know the weight on your shoulders, Dracaena. If dying at your hands is what it takes for your family to live… I will never hold it against you”

Those words were like a final knife stabbing through all of the Malfoy young lady's defenses. Her whole body went weak, and she collapsed in complete exhaustion. She did not celebrate victory; instead, she buried her head in Harry’s chest, clutching his shirt and crying loudly like a child.

“You’re a fool... Harry Potter, you’re a total fool,” she stammered through her sobs.

“How could I ever bring myself to end the life of the one I love?”

Harry said nothing. He opened his arms and wrapped them tightly around her - a warm, deep embrace. In his clear emerald-green eyes appeared a gentle look, the warm light she had always craved during all those years living in the dark.

“Wait for me, Dracaena. I promise... I will destroy the one who hurt you, and I will fully protect you and your family” His voice was low but firm.

“Even if I have to cross the line of life and death, or fall before dawn... I am willing to sacrifice this whole life to keep you completely safe”

That look and that fierce determination touched the deep bottom of her heart once again.

This time, Dracaena decided not to let her heart suffer any more pain or regret. She stood on her tiptoes, reached up to pull his collar, and gave him a passionate kiss - a kiss filled with love, fear, and hope. Letting go of him, she choked out her words.

“If you don’t come back... I will definitely go down to hell with you!” Tears poured out as she yelled into the howling wind.

“You must... YOU MUST COME BACK, DO YOU HEAR ME?”

Harry smiled, his eyes full of gentleness.

“Of course, I will come back. And when I do, your last name will change to mine.”

“You complete fool... I will wait for you to return,” she murmured through her sweet crying.

“I love you, Harry.”

“I love you too, Dracaena.”

Harry’s back gradually vanished into the thick smoke and dust of the ruined corridor, leaving Dracaena standing silently in the cold space. She raised her shaking hand to gently touch her lips, where the warmth of his kiss still remained, and softly closed her ash-grey eyes to engrave that promise deep into her mind and heart.

She knew she couldn’t fall here. Harry’s sacrifice and the promise to bring peace to her family could not be meaningless. With a deep and firm breath, Dracaena picked up her wand from the stone floor, turned around, and ran back toward the castle exit - where her mother was risking everything to wait for her.

The night sky over the Hogwarts valley was heavy as lead, glowing an eerie blood-red from thousands of dark flames. When the ancient protective shield set up by the Professors and the Order of the Phoenix shattered with a loud scream, the final line between light and darkness officially collapsed.

Voldemort’s army rushed in like a black flood. Giants roared, swinging massive clubs to smash stone walls that had stood firm for centuries. Tens of thousands of giant Acromantula spiders poured out from the Forbidden Forest, charging wildly, swinging their spiky legs to stab, tear, and kill anyone in their way.
Inside the Great Hall, the air was thick with the smell of blood, smoke, and despair. It had turned into a field hospital, where bodies lay quietly under white sheets. Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Fred Weasley, and countless brave students and teachers had fallen. But no one backed down. Everyone stood together on the same frontline, trading blood for every inch of their beloved school.

Passing through the faint smoke at the emergency exit, Dracaena ran toward a figure who was frantically searching for her in the dark.

“Oh dear, there you are! Are you okay, Dracaena?”

Narcissa immediately hugged her tightly as if afraid she would disappear, her blue, teary eyes hurriedly checking her daughter from top to bottom.

“I’m okay, Mother... I’m fine”

Dracaena nodded emotionally, squeezing her mother’s cold hand. The tear remaining on her dust-stained cheek broke as she felt Narcissa’s shaking embrace. The moment her daughter’s lips touched her shoulder, Narcissa choked back a sob and gently stroked her messy platinum blonde hair, as if trying to reassure herself that her only daughter had survived the bloody storm.
“Hurry up, we need to get out of here right now!”

Narcissa urge filled with panic, her blue eyes looking around in fear for her family's survival. They held hands tightly, forming an unbreakable bond in the middle of destruction.

All out of love for her child, and for the promise of peace that Dracaena had left with the boy with the lightning-shaped scar…

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@felutiahime Sometimes it isn't even a matter of right or wrong; it’s about perspective. Differing viewpoints don't cause people to write each other off, as long as boundaries aren't crossed. Example, i hate gay, my friend is gay, doesnt mean i have to hate and talk shit about him.

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@felutiahime For my case, I only guide my friends when they're in the wrong. I never interfere with their personal feelings. If my friends don't like something and I don't agree with , it's better to just ignore it rather than publicly opposing like that. That how a mature adult should act

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I finally figured out why some of you are upset and trying to drag me into stressful conversations.

My tech friends hate that I tweeted something negative about AI, and my gamer friends apparently hate Harry Potter.

Honestly, I genuinely had fun jumping on this trend!

So, I’m taking this opportunity to clear out almost all my old friends.

Let's see I’ll refollow anyone once the trend end. If you not need is ok👌

Please leave me live in peaceful time…..
I’m a little feeling bad to take control by friendship….

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Part 4 ( 1/2 )

A Fatal Gamble

"How pitiful," Voldemort said in a rough, cruel voice. "If you and your foolish family had not betrayed me, I might have let you live—even as miserable servants. But there are no second chances. Goodbye, traitor."

Voldemort raised the Elder Wand and pointed it at her. Dark magic gathered at its tip—a death sentence waiting to kill both her and Harry, who lay beside her like a cold, lifeless body.

Dracaena did not care about his cruel words anymore. Her heart had died when Harry fell. Holding him tightly, she hid her face against his chest and whispered softly before closing her eyes:

"I am coming with you, Harry. I hope in our next life, I can be honest about my feelings... and stand beside you."

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds passed…

No painful spell or green light hit them.

“Protego Horribilis!”

When Dracaena opened her eyes in surprise, she saw that she and Harry were completely protected inside a strong silver shield.

As the dust in the courtyard cleared, a familiar figure appeared from behind her.

Voldemort stopped. His red eyes became narrow and angry as he looked through the smoke. His voice became low and cold like a snake:

"Lucius Malfoy..."

Lucius walked slowly out of the smoke. Proud and calm, he pushed his white-blonde hair back. His black velvet coat moved in the cold wind, showing his tall, straight posture as a pure-blood wizard. He held his silver snake-head cane tightly in his hand.

He tilted his head slightly and spoke in an icy, insulting tone:

"Be quiet, Tom. You are too loud. Do not forget what you really are... just a Half-Blood pretending to be a Dark Lord."

"Father...?" Dracaena gasped in shock, her hands trembling as she held Harry. "Harry... he..."

Lucius walked calmly toward his daughter and knelt beside her. His rough hand gently wiped away the tears on her face, his grey eyes full of love.

"Let go of the boy and step back, my child," Lucius whispered gently.

"But Father—"

Without another word, Lucius took off his warm black velvet coat and wrapped it around Dracaena’s shaking shoulders, covering Harry’s cold body as well. He placed a firm, comforting hand on her shoulder:

"Leave everything else to me. This time, let your father protect you. Choose your own future... and remember this as the last lesson I teach you."

Lucius stood up and stepped past them. His steps were slow, firm, and full of confidence.

Lucius Malfoy—a man who was once a weak servant, a father who could only watch his daughter cry, and a husband who could not protect his wife. But today, he stopped running.

Dracaena sat frozen. Her body shook uncontrollably, and she breathed heavily in deep pain. Watching her father stand like a wall in front of her, she bit her lip to stop herself from crying loudly. Using her very last bit of strength, she pulled Harry’s cold body deeper into the dark shadow of the ruins, leaving the battlefield to her father.

Voldemort narrowed his red eyes with pure hatred: "Do you think you are a hero, Lucius? You are just a traitor, a servant who once knelt at my feet—a snake that broke its own pride!"

"Then let this snake show you... how painful its bite can be!" Lucius smiled coldly, showing no fear in his eyes. "Raise your wand and prove that you deserve to be called a Dark Lord!"

The fight between Lucius and Voldemort broke out like a dangerous storm. Red and green lights flashed everywhere in the dark sky. However, the difference in their strength quickly showed. Lucius was already exhausted, and his shirt was covered in blood from old wounds. His hand holding the wand began to shake.

Lucius knew that: if he fought Voldemort with pure magic power, he would die in a few seconds.

So, he slowly backed away, leading Voldemort toward the broken stone walls of the Great Hall.

“Is running away all you can do, Lucius?!" Voldemort spat, silently flicking his wand to send a devastating wave of the Torture Curse.

Lucius turned the dust into fake figures to make the spell miss. Right away, he waved his wand to break the heavy stone pillars above. Tons of rocks fell down, forcing Voldemort to stop and destroy them.

Without giving his enemy time to rest, Lucius with a swift flick of his wand, turned thousands of broken glass pieces into a storm of sharp silver blades, forcing Voldemort to raise a shield.

With a cold sneer, Voldemort blasted the glass blades away with a wave of dark fire that surged straight toward Lucius. Though exhausted, Lucius raised his wand, creating a shimmering shield that blocked the fiery attack. The force knocked him back several steps, but he gritted his teeth and stood his ground.

Angered by his resistance, Voldemort pointed his wand directly at Lucius’s chest, sending a deadly beam of green light slicing through the air. "Avada Kedavra!"

Acting on instinct, Lucius pulled a heavy stone slab from the ruined bridge to block the curse. The green light shattered the rock with a deafening explosion, showering him in sharp debris and dust.

Gathering every last drop of his magic, Lucius pointed his wand at the stone bridge beneath them. After one last strong spell to break the bridge, Lucius fell to his knees, completely out of magic.

"A pathetic trick," Voldemort sneered, walking through the smoke and simply waving his wand to hit Lucius with a cruel Torture Curse.

Lucius bit his lip until blood ran down, shaking on the cold floor, but he refused to beg for mercy. Voldemort lowered his wand slowly. His red eyes looked down at the bleeding man, and he smiled cruelly:

"Proud until the end, Lucius? How sad... your pride only makes your death more painful."

With a sharp movement of the Elder Wand, black magic chains wrapped tightly around Lucius, pulling him high up to the roof of the Great Hall. Voldemort flew up casually and landed on the edge of the roof, stepping heavily on Lucius’s bloody chest to enjoy his victory.

But he was wrong.

High on the dangerous roof, Lucius burned the absolute last spark of his life and magic. Ignoring the terrible pain, he reached out with his bloody hand and grabbed Voldemort’s ankle tightly, locking him in place. With his other hand still holding his wand, he pointed it straight at the stone roof beneath them and cast a devastating 'Deprimo' spell!

BOOM!

The stone roof collapsed completely. Lucius used himself as bait, dragging Voldemort down into a wild struggle in the night sky as heavy rocks fell around them. They fought violently in the air before hitting the lower roofs.

At that moment in the air, Voldemort used a powerful burst of magic and pushed Lucius away violently. Lucius’s body fell fast from the high roof and crashed hard onto the stone ground right in front of Dracaena. The terrible sound of breaking bones filled the air.

Voldemort flew down through the black smoke and landed smoothly next to the pool of blood. He looked down coldly at the dying man, whose weak chest was still barely moving with shallow, painful breaths. Lucius was barely alive, his body crushed and trapped in agonizing pain.

In the bloody mud, Lucius tried hard to open his eyes. His weak grey eyes, still full of love and worry, looked toward the dark corner where his daughter was hiding.

Voldemort saw that look. With a cruel smile, he waved his wand to remove the coat hiding her, and stepped hard on Lucius’s broken chest. He looked up and shouted loudly:

"LOOK CLOSELY, DRACAENA!" Voldemort roared, his voice echoing across the ruined castle. "This is the price of betrayal! I want your father to stay alive just long enough to see the Malfoy family fall apart!"

"FATHER! NOOOOOOO!"

A desperate scream tore from Dracaena’s throat. Her heart completely broke as she saw her father covered in blood.

Complete despair filled her mind. Right in front of her eyes, her father—the man who had always protected her—lay crushed in the bloody mud, unable to move.

The two most important men in her life had both been broken before her.

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