The waves swept past the ankles of Lucius Malfoy and his son. Their magic having been blocked by the cursed water, they were as helpless as muggles. Directly infront of the Malfoys was a small bookstore, and on its roof sat a group of muggles and similarly powerless wizards.
"We've got to get up there, father." Draco whimpered, knowing that if they didn't do something they would no doubt be swept away by the rising water.
Lucius looked at his son in disgust. "Our own kind has turned against us, made us mudbloods. We shall die here with our pride."
The water rose to Draco's knees, and he felt his body sway against the force of it. He looked at Hermione and Harry on the roof top, watching his every move. He couldn't figure out if they were curious or worried. Draco clenched his fist. "I don't want to die, I want to live and find a way to reinstate my power."
Lucius scoffed. "If there was a way I wouldn't be here with water up to my chest!"
Harry lent as far as possible over the roof top, holding his arm down towards the water. He couldn't reach far, but if Draco jumped he would be able to haul him up. "Draco." His eyes met the Slytherin's. "Take my hand."
His father placed a hand on his shoulder. "Son, you must die a Malfoy, not live a mudblood."
"I don't want to die!" Draco wadded forward in the water and stretched his arm towards Harry. There was at least a metre between their hands.
"You have to jump! Jump now!" Hermione begged. She had never felt anything for the blonde haired boy, but she couldn't bare to watch him drown.
"I can't jump in this water!" He thrust a fist into the waves with frustration.
Lucius watched on from behind his son. He had always meant to raise Draco well, everything he had done was to make the boy strong, to turn him into a pureblood man. But there had always been something between them. He had never shown Draco love, only dissapointment. Even if Draco would live as a muggle, it was time to put pride aside and do something out of love.
"Draco." Lucius treked through the heavy water, now almost at their necks, and clasped his hands around his son's waist. "I've always loved you, I'm proud of you." He raised his son towards the roof until Draco's hand could take Harry's. Then he let go and fell into the water, being swept away into an abyss of water and certain death.
Harry and Hermione pulled the Slytherin onto the roof, then Hermione wrapped her arms around him as he watched his father being consumed by the water. She knew what it was like to lose a parent; she, like Harry, had lost both.
Harry watched on. Even with all his hatred of Lucius Malfoy, he was saddened as the cursed waters took him into the afterlife. Lucuis had been brought into the world by purebloods, and it was purebloods who had created the flood and taken him away.
Harry didn't know how they would defeat the dark wizards without magic, but no matter what happened, he and his friends would find a way.