'and George drew back his sword, the blade glistened in the moonlight with slick, dark blood.... Black blood.... The blood of a lizard.

The mighty behemoth had fallen before his blade and the deep, dark gash in her side spilled her life's blood upon the Earth. Her eyes fixed on his for one final moment and George thought he saw rage... no, understanding... no no no, respect there.

The giant's body lay still as George sheathed his blade and turned to face the long journey home. So long Draco, may you rest in peace, at last....'