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"
Is
Draco
alive
?
Is
he
in
the
castle
?
"
The
whisper
was
barely
audible
,
her
lips
were
an
inch
from
his
ear
,
her
head
bent
so
low
that
her
long
hair
shielded
his
face
from
the
onlookers
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
breathed
back
.
He
felt
the
hand
on
his
chest
contract
:
her
nails
pierced
him
.
Then
it
was
withdrawn
.
She
had
sat
up
.
"
He
is
dead
!
"
Narcissa
Malfoy
called
to
the
watchers
.
And
now
they
shouted
,
now
they
yelled
in
triumph
and
stamped
their
feet
,
and
through
his
eyelids
,
Harry
saw
bursts
of
red
and
silver
light
shoot
into
the
air
in
celebration
.
Still
feigning
death
on
the
ground
,
he
understood
.
Narcissa
knew
that
the
only
way
she
would
be
permitted
to
enter
Hogwarts
,
and
find
her
son
,
was
as
part
of
the
conquering
army
.
She
no
longer
cared
whether
Voldemort
won
.
"
You
see
?
"
screeched
Voldemort
over
the
tumult
.
"
Harry
Potter
is
dead
by
my
hand
,
and
no
man
alive
can
threaten
me
now
!
Watch
!
Crucio
!
"
Harry
had
been
expecting
it
,
knew
his
body
would
not
be
allowed
to
remain
unsullied
upon
the
forest
floor
;
it
must
be
subjected
to
humiliation
to
prove
Voldemort
's
victory
.
He
was
lifted
into
the
air
,
and
it
took
all
his
determination
to
remain
limp
,
yet
the
pain
he
expected
did
not
come
.
He
was
thrown
once
,
twice
,
three
times
into
the
air
.
His
glasses
flew
off
and
he
felt
his
wand
slide
a
little
beneath
his
robes
,
but
he
kept
himself
floppy
and
lifeless
,
and
when
he
fell
no
ground
for
the
last
time
,
the
clearing
echoed
with
jeers
and
shrieks
of
laughter
.
