Chapter 87

                                    

                                          
Theodora's POV
                          
Mayhem at the Ministry! And Draco Malfoy found Dead.
                          
The news article titles said I couldn't care less what the first article had said, but the second. The second was making my hands shake, tears stinging my eyes, and I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. Draco was gone. The reason I had gotten the mark all along was because of him, and he was gone. The door to my room opened, and I heard heels clicking on my marble floor. I didn't bother looking up, knowing exactly who it was already.
                          
"Darling come on, Bellatrix wants us- "Mum said, but I didn't-or didn't hear what she said, as I let out a loud scream, and my legs gave out. I hugged the picture of Draco to my chest as I started crying.
                          
"What is it? What's wrong?" Mum yelled, but I could barely register her words as my loud sobs filled my ears. She pulled the newspaper out of my hands and scanned the newspapers. I already knew what it was saying, as I slammed my fists against the floor in anger.
                          
Draco Malfoy was killed by death eaters.
                          
Body found with deep gashes across the chest.
                          
Dead.
                          
Those words flashed across my face as Mum hugged me, trying to calm me down, but it was no use. The door was pushed open again, and Bellatrix's loud, annoying voice rang through my room.
                          
"What is going on here?" She asked, before starting to laugh.
                          
"And why are you a crying mess, huh? Sad? Want an ice cream?" She asked, fake pouting at me. I glared at her, standing up with shaking legs, and grabbing my wand. I pointed it at her, and her smile faltered slightly before she let out another high laugh.
                          
"You! You did this! You wanted him dead! You said so in the last meeting yourself!" Bellatrix started walking back as I backed her up against the wall, and slipping her wand away from her side, and throwing it across the room.
                          
"What the hell are you doing! What are you talking about, girl? And watch where you point that thing? Someone might think you want to kill me." Bellatrix laughed. I pushed the wand against her harder.
                          
"Draco! He's dead! Did you kill him! Tell me!" I shouted. She rolled her eyes.
                          
"What if I did? What if I wanted him dead? He was a dirty little blood traitor, after all!" Bellatrix snapped. I brought my hand up and slapped her across the face. Hard blood starting to pour out her mouth, but I didn't care.
                          
"How dare you hit me!" She yelled, spitting blood on my floors.
                          
"Hitting you is nothing compared to what I feel right now! He's dead." 
                          
"Enough!" An icy voice said that stopped anything we were going to say before. We both turned around, seeing Voldemort glaring between the two of us.
                          
"Charlotte let Bellatrix go. Now." He ordered. I hesitated before taking a step back. Bellatrix gave Voldemort a look I never want to see again, as he strutted up to him.
                          
"Thank you, my lord." She said, bowing low.
                          
"What is going on here?" He asked.
                          
"She attacked me," 
                          
"Nothing, sir," I said quickly. There were tears streaming down my face now, I was shaking but I didn't care, I wasn't going to tell Voldemort of all people what was wrong.
                          
"Fine, let's go Bellatrix," He said, and Bellatrix walked after him, quite literally on his toes. Mum walked over to try to hug me again, but I shook her off.
                          
"Get out," I whispered,
                          
"But you need your mother at these moments-"
                          
"What I need is Draco, but he's dead! Now get out of my face." I yelled,
                          
"But-"
                          
"Out!" I screamed. She scurried out of the room and shut the door behind her. I cried again, crawling into my bed, where I would spend the next couple of weeks.
                          
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Draco's POV-
                          
After running through the ministry, we landed in the middle of nowhere. I watched over Ron sleeping; he was bandaged up pretty bad. Harry sat next to me. I heard him gasp and grab his forehead.
                          
"Did you see her?" I asked that was my only question whenever he did that nowadays. Harry shook his head but avoided my eyes.
                          
"Harry, stop lying to me. Please. I want to know if she's safe or not and you not telling me these things aren't helping." I snapped. Harry chewed on his bottom lip, thinking.
                          
"Fine, I'll tell you. The Ministry wrote an article about you." He started,
                          
"So dad's plan is working, that's good," I said. Harry shook his head.
                          
"That's not what I saw. I saw Bellatrix pinned against the wall, with Jones's wand against her throat. She was shaking and crying, there was a newspaper on the ground." Harry said, I signed. 
                          
"I didn't think this would be a problem," I muttered.
                          
"It's okay, Draco. When this is all over, you'll see her again." He said. I laughed coldly.
                          
"And when will that be? A year? Two years? By Christmas?" I asked. Harry just shrugged.
                          
"We don't know-"
                          
"Don't worry about that. I signed up for this. I'll see it till the end," I said, as Ron gave a loud snore, making us jump. Harry laughed, and I managed a small smile, but my mind was on Dora once again.
                          
A/N- I know it's short, sorry! But I have like three exams this week, and this was all I could think of at this time.