Killer Truths [Harry Potter Fanfiction] (Killers: 2)

Killer Truths: Chapter Thirty ~ That's Rude

Killer Truths [Killer Series: Book Two!]

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Chapter Thirty ~ That’s Rude

Draco was running; running at his fastest speed with Amélie in his arms and he didn’t care that no one else could keep up. His power, once again, provided him with the opportunity to cross the grounds in seconds. On arrival, they stood outside the Malfoy Manor gates and after he opened them, he pulled Amélie into his arms and within a second, they were at the front door before all the others. He didn’t wait for them, just blasting it open and they were off again, rushing to the one place he knew he would be too late. Rìona, the seer, had seen it. They’d be too late and Ginny would be dead and his life would be over and –

“Hurry, dad. We don’t have time to be worrying about visions and what not. Mom needs us.” Amélie whispered in his ear and she was right. Ginny didn’t need him to be thinking about other things right now. She needed him with her, his head clear of nonsense. He needed to save her.

Finally they were at the doors and he could hear his father’s voice.

“I think I hear… him… now.”

Amélie blasted open the door with her mind and jumped from his arms but it didn’t matter because lying on the floor, in a large pool of blood was Ginny, his Red; so pale, so lifeless looking. And he knew that that sight would be forever stuck in his mind until the day he died; and he wanted to die right now with his love.

“Draco, hurry!” A woman’s voice yelled and he noticed his mother, on her knees in Ginny’s blood, holding Ginny’s chest. “She has seconds!”

And he was there on his knees, opposite his mother, his wand held above his Red.

“What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong?” He instructed because he knew, if he thought too much, he’d break down due to the sight of her pale face, her dimmed and unfocused bright chocolate brown eyes that he so loved. Ginny didn’t even notice he was beside her and her eyes were wide open.

“Sectumsempra, Lucius hit her with Sectumsempra. Hurry, Draco, you must hurry!” Narcissa panicked, tears spilling down her cheeks, blood staining her hands and he never loved his mother more.

She had been trying to save Ginny.

“I know the spell to cure her.” He told her honestly and thankfully thought about that day, many, many years ago in the first floor girl’s bathroom, one fight with Harry Potter and Snape curing him as he began whispering “Vulnera Sanentur,” over Ginny’s three gaping wounds.

Once: to ease up the flow of blood coming from the wound.

Twice: to knit together the three opened wounds.

And a third time: to remove the worst effects of the curse.

Ginny would survive but since he didn’t have any Essence of Dittany on him and he couldn’t take her right away for medical treatment, she would carry the three scars on her chest for the rest of her life but that didn’t matter to him right now. They hadn’t been too late and she would have the rest of her life with him, with Amélie, together.

“Thank you, Merlin…” Narcissa whispered as she saw the cuts close.

“No, thank you, Mother; you saved Ginny.” He whispered as he lifted his hand and softly caressed her cheek. “Thank you so much, mother.” He whispered as he caught a tear with his thumb and brushed it away.