The Great Hall was in chaos. Students and teachers were tending to the injured, and mourning the dead. Teachers were consoling students, and ghosts were talking amongst themselves. By the Slytherin table, was Pansy Parkinson, Goyle, Blaise, and a few other people. Draco approached them, but they all turned away.  
Draco turned around to see Harry talking to Ron Weasley And Hermione Granger. He walked to them and as he did, he made out a bit of the conversation. Ron was shouting, and Hermione was trying to calm him, while Harry was just standing there, looking startled. “WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD, HARRY! BUT NO, INSTEAD YOU RUN OFF WITH MALFOY? WE HAVE BEEN YOUR BEST FRIENDS FOR SEVEN YEARS! SEVEN YEARS, HARRY! WE HAD TO LEAVE OUR FAMILIES FOR A YEAR TO HELP YOU!” 
Hermione interjected, “Ron, I’m sure Harry-” 
“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT! HARRY, WE HAVE HATED THIS SCUMBAG SINCE DAY ONE, AND NOW HE IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND!” 
Draco made a look that was halfway between a smirk and a grimace. “Scumbag? Wow, Weasley. I would’ve thought that after six years of school, you would have come up with a better insult than Scumbag.” 
Harry started to speak, but was interrupted by Voldemort’s voice, echoing across the castle. 
“I have been merciful. I have given you two chances to hand over Harry Potter. Yet you still defy me. Now is the time to pay the price.”  
There was a sudden burst of wind, and all the candles in the great hall went out.