I Do What I Want (Drarry)

Alive

            Kreacher wasn't sure how long was a respectable time for humans to mourn the loss of a person. Was he supposed to wait the rest of the night before taking them out of here? He wasn't sure if he should speak up. Not having a Master was throwing him off, Kreacher had no idea how an elf was to act in a situation like this. He took his eyes off of the grieving family and looked to his dead Masters. His ears that had been previously drooped in sadness, suddenly perked up in confusion and interest.

            "Lord Malfoy?" Kreacher asked hesitantly. He knew if he was still an employed elf that he wouldn't have spoken up. It wasn't his place but now, he needed to say something.

            Lucius wiped his eyes and everyone looked at the elf curiously. House elves usually only speak up when they are requiring something of the head of house. He arched a brow when the elf didn't say anything, only pointed at the direction he knew his dead sons were. He braced himself before looking.

            Everyone gasped as one at the sight of Harry and Draco. They were still laying on the ground but now they were surrounded by a glowing green light.

            "What is happening?" Remus whispered. Green light was never a good sign. It was the color of the killing curse. Normally that would make him panic but Harry was already dead. His eyes filled with tears at the renewed pain that that thought brought him.

            Severus narrowed his eyes trying to see where the light was coming from. There weren't any living people but them around to cast a spell. He frowned. "It's coming from the thing in his hand." He pointed to a green stone in Harry's palm.

            Lucius leaned forward to take a look at the stone. He tilted his head to the side. Why would Harry be clutching a stone as he was dying? His eyes widened. "That must be the Sorcerer's Stone." He wanted to take a step back to put some distance between him and the stone, but he forced himself to stay where he was.

            "Why would he touch it after he knew what the false stone had done?" Remus wondered. That was just stupid, which Harry wasn't. The whole thing was rather confusing.

            "Perhaps it was a part of his plan?" Fred and George offered.

            "Or maybe it was needed to get rid of the darkness?" Pansy and Blaise piped up.

            Lucius wasn't sure what to do. "Do you think that we should knock it out of his hand? Do you think it is harming his b-body?" His voice cracked. When no one said anything, he braced himself and took a step forward.

            An unearthly growl made him stop in his tracks and look around wildly. What the hell was that? More growling came from all around them. Everyone besides Lucius all huddled close together in one group. Lucius wasn't sure if he should retreat or stay where he was. If it was some kind of trap, then moving could have a bad side effect.

            Remus sniffed the air and let out a horrified gasp. Seconds later everyone groaned and covered their mouths with their hands.

            "What the fuck is that? It smells worse than Aunt Muriel's wrinkly skin." George asked with a shudder.

            "Worst mental picture, ever." Fred shuddered. George really needed to stop using that line.

            Severus and Lucius shared horrified looks. "You have got to be kidding me!" Lucius said in anger. How many vicious things did the Flamels have at their disposal? After nearly dying countless times, it shouldn't really surprise him. He knew it shouldn't, but he honestly didn't ever expect that they would have a fucking hellhound. He knew that smell. Liquid Death. His father had been an expert on the subject. He would be able to recognize it in a heartbeat. Only, manmade Liquid Death has nothing on the real thing. The rancid odor of a real hellhound is drastically more potent than manmade Liquid Death.