Lucius:
"Potter, I have been watching you carefully."
"You possess remarkable potential."
"Your ambition is even more impressive."
"If you are willing, I will teach you everything about our house."
"Our history."
"Our traditions."
"Our influence."
"And, perhaps most importantly, the powerful magic that has been passed down through generations of the Malfoy family."
Harry:
"You're serious?"
Lucius:
"Completely."
"I believe knowledge should be given to those capable of using it."
"And you, Potter, are clearly capable."
"But before we begin..."
"Dracaena."
Malfoid:
"What?"
Lucius:
"Please let go of Potter for five minutes."
Malfoid:
"No."
Lucius:
"Five minutes."
Malfoid:
"No."
Lucius:
"Three minutes?"
Malfoid:
"No."
Lucius:
"One minute?"
Malfoid:
"Absolutely not."
Lucius:
"Dracaena, you have been holding onto him since breakfast."
Malfoid:
"He was cold."
Lucius:
"We are standing next to a fireplace."
Malfoid:
"That doesn't mean anything."
Lucius:
"It means you have been using the fireplace as an excuse for six hours."
Malfoid:
"I have not!"
Harry:
"She's been holding my arm this entire time."
Malfoid:
"Because you keep trying to leave!"
Harry:
"I was going to the bathroom."
Malfoid:
"You could have told me."
Lucius:
"Potter, I am beginning to understand why you have survived Hogwarts."
Harry:
"How?"
Lucius:
"Pure confusion."
Malfoid:
"Father, stop talking."
Lucius:
"I haven't even started."
"Potter, if you join us, I can teach you spells that most wizards will never hear about."
"Ancient defensive magic."
"Advanced dueling techniques."
"Family wards."
"Magical theory."
"And perhaps a few secrets that the Ministry would rather remain secrets."
Harry:
"That sounds interesting."
Malfoid:
"See? He's staying."
Lucius:
"I was speaking to Potter."
Malfoid:
"And I'm listening."
Lucius:
"Of course you are."
"Now, Potter..."
"Your first lesson begins tomorrow."
Harry:
"All right."
Lucius:
"Excellent."
"Dracaena, please let go of him now."
Malfoid:
"No."
Lucius:
"...I give up."
Harry:
"Can I at least get my arm back?"
Malfoid:
"No."
Lucius:
"Welcome to the Malfoy family, Potter."
Harry:
"I haven't joined your family."
Lucius:
"Give it time."
Malfoid:
"Father!"
Lucius:
"What?"
"I am merely observing the situation."
#malfoid#malfoy
[Wand to my heart, I wish we never met]
"Harry Potter...IS DEAD!"
You could almost feel the air being ripped away from the courtyard they had gathered in. Gasps and murmurs rippled through what was left of Hogwarts, others cried out in disbelief, Dracaena stood there in silence.
She looked past Voldemort and saw Hagrid, carrying Harry in his arms; eyes closed as if only asleep, but Hagrid was crying, and that told her all she had to know.
Voldemort had used the killing curse. Of course he did, after Dumbledore fell, the only one in his way was Potter.
The world blurred around her, whatever the dark lord was saying didn't register in her mind as words.
As if drawing the blinds, the world began to dim, until she was left only with the image of his body in Hagrid's arms, and the sound of her thoughts.
"We had just escaped the room of requirement"
"I saw him last night"
"Maybe he's only pretending."
"He promised me he would come back"
He had come back, only not in the way she had hoped.
The night before he left to meet Voldemort in the forest, she had pleaded with him to stay.
"You know what he'll do to you Harry! You can't possibly go, you're our only hope of winning against him."
"Look, I-"
"You'll what!" She growled as she jumped up from the bed, venom in her words befitting of her house.
Dracaena glared at him, battered and bloodied, the one chosen to save everyone. But that night he was hers alone. Harry looked up at her and smiled, in such a way that felt forced. He knew she could see through him but he felt a brave front was the appropriate thing to show.
"I'm not afraid to die, Dracaena."
"I know that! But I am!"
"Even more than that, I'm afraid of losing you!"
Feeling the tears roll down her face, she turned away from him.
"4 years! In all our time at school only now do I have your attention; only now do you look at me with love; only now do you open your heart to me."
Her voice trembled, she began stumbling over her words. Harry moved to embrace her but she kept speaking.
"I lov- I've loved you, all this time, even when your eyes drifted elsewhere, even when you danced with other girls, even when your lips touched those of another; I loved you."
"And now!"
She spun around, facing him again.
"Now that I have you, you tell me you want to die! To go into that forest and let HIM take you away from me!"
"I'll come back." Harry answered, meekly meeting her gaze.
"How! Just because you're 'The boy who lived' doesn't mean you'll be that again! And what happens if you don't come back?! What am I to do then?"
Her voice roared even louder, he was certain others had awoken at the noise.
Looking away as if to shield himself, he softly whispered
"You'll find another..."
"Another what!"
"Don't you start with me Harry James Potter! I-"
Her voice had gone from a roar to a whimper as she wept again. Only then did Harry get up to hold her.
It was supposed to be a moment of warmth in the middle of a war, and yet to Dracaena, the embrace was ice cold.
And here, her worst fears were made manifest. Harry was dead.
[1/i'll finish this when i get back from the hospital, I'm on the night shift]
“Sectumsempra!”
It only took four syllables from the Boy Who Lived - the boy she loved - to slice her flesh to ribbons. What came for Draco was no teenager, no teased victim, but an utterance of raw hatred, as her heart was the last to shatter.
#Malfoid
The Battle of Hogwarts has gone silent.
FemMalfoy, after being saved by Harry and the others in the Room of Requirement, remained in the castle until the Death Eaters arrived...with Voldemort shouting a declaration even she thought impossible by now...
after defeating v1, minos realized there is no one left on his beloved city.
not even a single fly, only his own corpse rotting in grotesque sight.
he fought for nothing. he was only chasing phantom.
#ULTRAKILL#UKART