A Bit of Necessary Anger
Title: A Bit of Necessary Anger
Author: pips_n_chiaw
Rating: G
Word Count: 437
Notes/Warning: Sorry this is super late. Over 24 hours late. Things just kept happening... well, yesterday morning (when we usually post our drabbles) we had to visit our grandfather in the hospital, then in the afternoon we traveled to Manila, and although our Internet connection in Manila worked, we couldn't access LJ! It was weird, like LJ was being blocked. Anyway, at least we can post it now.
Prompt: Wrath, for the easter2008 challenge
"Where’s Harry?"
Draco was crouched against a wall, trying to hide in a nook that he had discovered. At the sound of her voice, however, he turned slightly and peered around the wall.
"You don’t think he’s gone to Voldemort, do you?" Hermione continued worriedly, twisting her hands nervously. Draco could see that she was tired, with streaks of dirt caking into mud as it mixed with her sweat, and with blood running from various wounds. Her companion, Ron Weasley, didn’t look much better.
"Maybe we should look for him," Ron replied, scratching his head. "Where should we start?"
A movement in the shadows caught Draco’s attention, and he turned to look. There was a Death Eater lurking nearby, his wand at the ready. Draco knew he was going to kill them, and he knew Hermione would go first.
A sudden feeling of protectiveness rose within him; not too long ago the trio had saved his and Goyle’s lives. Draco knew it was time to pay them back.
He knew he would only get one chance at this, and he was also aware that he had never yet managed to successfully cast an Unforgivable. This would be his chance- his last chance, perhaps, if he got it wrong.
Avada kedavra, he told himself. That’s the spell he’d use. But to do it, to do any Unforgivable, he needed anger. He needed hatred.
It took only half a second to think of everything- of all the pain and fear and suffering that he and his family had gone through at the hands of the Dark Lord and his followers, of all the wrong choices that he and his parents were forced to make in order to survive, of all the suffering that his classmates and friends had had to endure. The people who died fighting, and those victims who died innocently.
Wrath and hate rose within him, and he felt an ugly black power inside him. It grew in his chest and spread down his arm, making it tingle as he whispered "Avada kedavra."
There was the tell-tale flash of green light and Hermione and Ron jumped, looking around for who cast the spell.
"Who’s there?" Hermione asked, her wand held in front of her. "Who’s there?"
Ron saw the body of the Death Eater in the shadows and blanched. "Let’s just get out of here, Hermione. These Death Eaters are everywhere."
Hermione nodded, beginning to back away. Before she turned to follow Ron, however, she stopped. "Thank you," she whispered, then turned away. She didn’t tell Ron, but she thought she saw a flash of white-blond hair.