PART 20: THE BLOODY SECRET
The leaves are falling from the trees. Autumn is approaching. Summer is leaving. Why stating the obvious? It's just getting colder and for some odd reasons, Dumbledore still hasn't allowed them to get out of the Hospital Wing until he figures out why their hands bleed and that just doesn't make any sense to them. They've been stuck in the Hospital Wing for three days. No visitor is allowed except for the professors of Hogwarts. And they are not even allowed to get out of the Hospital Wing to go to class and all. Moreover, it's been getting awfully quiet around the castle. It just makes them feel restless.
"Harry, I got a bad feeling about all of this," Draco said. Harry felt the same way too. He just nodded back at Draco. They remain quiet for a while.
Then, with very little determination, Harry begins to speak. "We should probably get out of here," Harry suggested. This time, Draco nodded back at him. "Just make sure not to use any more magic until we figure out it's safe for us to use it," Harry suggested and Draco nodded again.
It is late evening. The air is getting unusually colder for an autumn evening that it's almost as if it's ridiculous. They both push open the Hospital Wing's door. To their surprise,… Hogwarts… the castle… it seems as if it's… empty. No one is around. Not a living soul. Just a gust of wind blowing the leaves off from the cold floor. Nothing. No one.
"Where the hell is everyone?" Harry asked aloud.
Draco turns to look at Harry's face that's also turns to look at his. "I got a really, really bad feeling, Harry," Draco said. Fear is written all over his face but he looks as if he's trying to brave himself out. Harry feels proud of him for even doing that.
Harry sniffs the air. Since now that their magic might backfire on them, all they can do is to rely on their other gifts which would be their vampyric and lycanic abilities. "I can smell presence in Great Hall," Harry said. He sniffs the air again. "Around a dozen of people to be exact," he added. He sniffs one final time. "We must be careful, Draco," Harry suggested. "'Cause other than those presences I smell, I can only smell blood and death." Harry's face is in despair and anxiety as he said those final words of his.
Draco only looks at Harry dreadfully after hearing the news. He feels a bit shaken and confused but he knew he must be strong. He must stay here and fight. He had enough of his days being a coward. He's not going to be a selfish coward anymore. He will fight. He's determined in his heart. With that planted in his heart, he looks straight into Harry's eyes with blazing bravery in his own. "Then let's go to the Great Hall," Draco proposed.
Just as they reached the outside of the Great Hall, they can hear voices from within. The strong smell of dry blood and something rotten also fills the air. They both nodded at each other in agreement to listen to the conversation of those inside first before acting.
Man 1: Two more to go.
Man 2: You mean one more because Draco is not a lycan.
Man 1: Well, he might protect his friend, Harry. If that is so, I fear we have no choice.
Man 2: No kidding. He's royal blooded. Duke's bloodline.
Man 1: We're not kidding anyone. If he must die, then he must die.
Man 2: (sigh) So be it. Let's go to the Hospital Wing now.
Man 3: I think there's no rush going there anymore.
The third man's voice is very familiar to both Draco's and Harry's ears. They both simultaneously spoke in their head at each other; "Voldemort."
Voldemort: They are already here…
It's an act of an impulse. They started to turn around and run. The door burst open to the sight of about 12 people, mostly Death Dealers. They manage to catch a bloody sight inside the Great Hall with a few of their glances back. Dead bodies scattered everywhere in there. It looks like hell. The walls and everything else inside are painted in blood. What's more shocking is that among the 12 Death Dealers, Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore are amongst them. They've been betrayed. Lied to. Manipulated. And whatever the hell else they didn't know and didn't want to know too.
"Harry, Room of Requirement!" Draco said. Yes. That's the only place where they'll be safe. Only wizards and witches can get in there, right? "Turn! Now!" Draco ordered to Harry.
Harry nodded. Now, his bones are clashing as they shift to animal-like posture. His eyes are turning completely black. His fangs appeared along with his distorted face to a wolf-like one. Bat-like wings started to grow from his back shoulder. He spreads his wings and lifts himself off of the ground.
Bat-like wings also started to grow from Draco's back shoulder and he flies up too. His fangs grew lengthily. His eyes are blue. Glowing blue… and it is so mesmerizing and beautiful to Harry's eyes. They both fly towards the Room of Requirement now. Sadly though, they're not the only ones that have wings and can fly. So are the Death Dealers whom are vampyrs. A few metres away from the Room of Requirement, the Death Dealers had caught up to them. They were pushed down to the ground and immediately shift back to their human form when they hit the ground as their pain undo their transformation.
Voldemort was already there, waiting for them. They had no idea how he got there so fast. So, hybrid must also be fast on land, huh? It's too bad that Harry never got his chances to learn all the skills he needed before this fight. And now, death is lying on their doorstep. That's it for them. That's all they can think of. They think that they'll die for sure. Harry turns to face Draco and knew he just had to tell him something before he dies. Using his mind, he says, "Draco, I-"
"-Me too," Draco replied. As if he knew what Harry is about to say. They both smile at each other and close their eyes, waiting for that blow of pain to come from the bad-ass hybrid of all time, Voldemort.
But it didn't come. They can hear him being pushed away by a spell, "Impedimenta!" by someone. When they open their eyes, a strong force pulls them from behind inside the wall into the Room of the Requirement. They are saved! They turn to look at the face of their savior. To their utter disbelief, it is Lupin. Professor Lupin, from the magic realm. But wait. How is this even possible? He's supposed to be dead.