The fight paused for a moment as Eros watched his brother drop to the ground, turning on Draco a second later with renewed vigor. He slashed and shrieked at Draco, who felt himself losing speed, the pain of his hand snaking up into his arm as adrenaline faded. He rolled out of the line of a black jet of light, catching sight of Hermione on the ground, cowering, her arms over her head, and that was it. The final killing curse ripped itself through Draco's body with an unholy scream, yanking fragments from his soul, shredding and divesting itself from who he was, who he used to be. Eros slammed into the wall, crumpling into the stone, lifeless. 