Rest In Peace, Blaise Zabini

Blaise was completely unaware that he had just walked into a confrontation of father and son, of two death eaters, both waning in allegiance.

"Hey Dra---ohhhhh. Who is this hot guy?" he asked with Blaise-like idiocy as he looked from Draco to Lucius to Isabelle and back again; "Are you two related?"

Draco gaped and lowered his wand, though his neck was still strained under his father's harsh grip.

Pouting, Blaise said, "Is that a 'no'?"

Lucius Malfoy turned, dropping his son and sighing. With frustratingly quick reflexes, he hissed, "Petrificus Totalus," before turning back to Draco. "Kill him."

Paling slightly, the Slytherin stammered, "I've never...I don't know how."

Lucius rolled his eyes and harshly pushed his only son towards the boy on the ground. "Kill him."

Raising his wand in what appeared to be blind obedience, Draco called upon the darkest and most powerful magic he knew. Green light lit up the woods as he shouted, "Avada Kedavra," his eyes still oddly glazed and blank as usual twilight returned.

The head death eater raised his hand as the light appeared, and when the dusky evening returned, it found the man's lithe fingers tangled in his son's hair, as he so often did while the boy slept. The next moment, Lucius disapperated and Draco was left standing before the corpse, quite alone.

Isabelle ran towards him, her eyes hovering on the empty shell of Zabini, and they shone even more vividly green than Draco remembered. "Dammit," she whispered, as her left hand slipped of Draco's shoulder, for he had pocketed his wand and moved to the base of a nearby tree, several feet away.

Some twenty feet away, Harry Potter sat behind an oak tree and allowed a fleeting thought to serve as his farewell to the strange Slytherin, before he circled around the tree to see Draco.