A Broken Family

25. Mobilicorpus

Pain and death were everywhere, and the setting sun bathed Hogwarts in an eerie, blood-red glow. Screams, shouts and spells resounded across the grounds and the fringe of trees which bordered the entrance to the Forbidden Forest as students, teachers, Aurors and Death Eaters battled for their lives.

Draco had just stupefied an old friend of his fathers when he heard a heart-wrenching scream behind him and turned to find Hermione falling to the ground, here eyes wide open in shock, before closing when she hit the ground, unconscious.

“Expelliarmus!” Draco yelled, and then turned his wand on Hermione. “Mobilicorpus,” he whispered, making her hover helplessly a few inches above the ground.

He was about to levitate her to the safety of the castle, where Madame Pomfrey was tending to the wounded, when a familiar voice sneered behind him.

“Have you sunk low enough to save mere Mudbloods?” Lucius Malfoy spat, glaring daggers at the boy he no longer called his son.

Draco allowed his girlfriend to rest on the ground, before spinning around, a curse already on his lips as he began the duel against his father.