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charms and spells
                          
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He couldn't see anything – it was too dark to see anything. The room slowly filled with dark figures, their cloaks fluttering behind them as a trail of light was allowed inside. Cold wind reached out to him, but he couldn't feel any of it. 
                          
It was only dark. With so little light. A door seemed to close, and for a while, it was darker than the night... again. He couldn't decipher the difference between opening his eyes and closing them.
                          
When he agreed to the dark, though knowing the room was filled with Death Eaters, the fading light gained strength. It brightened, so fiercely.
                          
It was no light; it was her... Skyler, who finally forced her mortal enemy to his knees. Skyler, who – even with so many cuts on her face and body – looked more beautiful than ever. Her eyes were tired, but still burned with a scorching fury. His heart leaped in hope, when she drove her dagger through Urikson's body. She was more than ready to finish the job – he saw it vibrate through ever fiber in her body.
                          
"You should have gone for the head." Draco didn't know what happened, but Urikson somehow rose to his feet and thrust his knife right underneath her heart... 
                          
He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move. He could only watch as she fell to the ground and disappeared in front of him eyes – a silver-blue light sending her body somewhere far away. 
                          
Draco stood there, completely frozen, as Urikson smirked widely, picked up his sword and held it high in victory. 
                          
"Our greatest threat – Asgard – has fallen!"
                          
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Sweat beaded his forehead as Draco shot up from his bed. Laboured breaths escaped his mouth, the images of his nightmare fresh in his mind. He just couldn't let it go. 
                          
Draco looked at the magnified pocket watch Granger had set next to his bed before he went to sleep. Tomorrow morning, in four hours, the four of them would try to do the impossible. They would be robbing Gringotts. Never had anyone done that before, and never had a Goblin been willing to help either.
                          
If they were to get caught, they would most likely be brought to Malfoy Manor – again. Draco didn't know what he'd do when he saw his parents, whether it was as a prisoner or in a fight. His mother would probably collapse in tears and refuse to fight him, but Draco wasn't worried for his reaction. No, the confrontation with his father scared him more. Lucius Malfoy would either kill, curse or Imperio him. The second was the preferable option.
                          
A scream echoed through the house, and Draco found himself running out of his room before he noticed what he was doing. "Fucking Granger." He checked silencing charms on the other rooms, just so that maybe the owners and other guests of the house would not wake up.