Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Draco Malfoy ❯ The Tragedy of Draco Malfoy ( Chapter 5 )

A/N another unbetad chapter sorry, but I can’t stop writing and my beta can’t get to them till tomorrow…so eh

Finding Draco Malfoy
Chapter Five
The Tragedy of Draco Malfoy

Harry lay in the Rose Garden once again; the stars were not as bright as that night with Draco he noticed. The Green eyed boy hadn’t seen the blond all day and was worried about what may have happened to him. It seemed clear that the other Slytherin had known who the letter had been from as both Draco and Blaise were being ostracized. Both of them seemed to be taking it in stride, but for all Harry knew that could be an act.

It seemed as though both of them were quite good at putting on a front in public. Draco… it was strange to call the boy that, he had been Malfoy for so long Harry wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to speaking his given name. The blond was such a mystery, and harry being Harry couldn’t let him stay one for long. The brunette was already concocting a scheme to learn as much about Draco as possible.

“Draco.” Harry tried the name on his lips. He cringed at the way it came out, stunted, almost as though he were cursing. Green eyes fluttered shut as he sighed and let his hands fall behind his head; this week had been full of surprises. He had received a letter from Sirius that morning regarding living arrangements, it seemed he, Hermione, and Ron were to be staying at Grimwald following graduation.

Harry was quite happy with the arrangement, he was sure his friends would be as well. The letter had gotten him thinking though, where would their two new Slytherins go? It wasn’t as if they could go home, not after Harry’s massive error in judgment announced to the entire school they were on speaking terms. With Graduation only a month away it seemed a pertinent question, and it was one that Harry was going to answer before the weekend donned.




Draco strolled towards the rose garden; Blaise had fallen to sleep early that night and left the blond to fend for himself in the common room. It hadn’t taken long for the vultures to descend upon him; strangely Pansy stood back and had not said a word through the entire ordeal. Draco had decided after about ten minutes of taunting it would not be worth it to fight that many of his house mates and made a quick escape in to the night.

So here he was, returning to the only place that made him feel a bit less lonely… the only place he might run in to Harry at this hour. Harry, now there was a subject worth thinking about, the brunette had allowed him in to not only his side of the war, but also his confidence. Draco couldn’t fathom the reason for the green eyed boys sudden about face in regards to him, but he was not going to complain.

Blaise was still weary of how fast the Golden Trio had accepted them, but Draco felt it was just their way. The three Gryffindors held on to an almost childlike innocence about how the world worked. It was strange to say the least in people who had been through as much as the three of them had. Draco just assumed it was because of their Gryffindor sense of right and wrong. When one sees the world in black and white it is hard to come up with reasons for a person you trust to be deceitful, and for some reason Harry trusted him. The blond sighed as he saw he was approaching the clearing, he just hoped Harry’s trust was well placed.

Draco stopped as he got to the edge of the clearing; Harry was sitting on his cloak in the middle gazing up at the stars.

“Hey, what brings you out here so late?” Draco asked, dropping down next to the brunette.

“Couldn’t sleep, this whole week has been…” Harry sighed. “Hard.”

“That’s understandable.” Draco looked to Hercules and smiled.

“er… the Slytherins are giving you a hard time then?” Harry asked gazing down in to the grass at a small ant crawling across his hand.

“Yes, but their opinions mean very little at this point, they will all follow that mad man and perish for it.”

“I suppose… but if you need anything just tell me or Ron, yeah?” Harry asked bringing his hand up to examine the black ant.

“That won’t be necessary Po… Harry. What in the world are you doing with that thing?” Draco turned to look at the ant crawling across the saviors’ hand.

“I find ants fascinating, they are so strong in their world, and yet we can crush them so easily. It makes me wonder about life, why is it that instead of protecting the weak humans harm anything deemed weaker than they are?” Harry asked placing the small animal on to the ground.

“Not all people are like that Harry, I mean you’re not, Granger doesn’t seem to be. The Headmaster is a great bloke as well.” Draco reasoned.

“When I was a year old Headmaster Dumbledore left me on the door step of my mum’s sister, my Aunt. I was an infant and yet as soon as she realized I was her nephew she hated me. She hated me for my blood, the one thing I couldn’t change. I grew up in a cupboard under the stairs, my uncle and cousin blamed me for everything, my Aunt just liked to forget I existed. How can people hate a child for something they can’t help? Voldemort does it, my Aunt and Uncle did it, thousands of other people do it, whether it’s about blood, skin color or race every where there is difference there is hate.” Harry looked up in to Draco’s eyes. “I am so sick of hate Draco.”

The blond looked away from the intense green of Harry’s eyes, “I am too, I can’t say I have known hate the way you have. My mother and Father loved me more than anything in the world, as their heir I was given everything and showered with love. No I never saw what you did Harry, I was always on the other side. My Father taught me to hate people for their differences. Blood purity, family status, the amount of money in the bank; all of those things were more important to him than if the person was good or kind.” Here Draco paused and tuned back to look in to Harry’s eyes.

“And then last summer I learned the true meaning of the word loathing, I met the monster behind the pain. The Dark Lord is hate embodied, he loves nothing, he can’t see past his own ego. He kills indiscriminately, and enjoys the meaningless death. While I lived in that house all I could feel was despair, I had to watch that thing rape women and little children. He enjoys little boys you know… I couldn’t take it. So I went to Father, the man who had always saved me, but he too had been seduced by the darkness. My Father showed me the true face of evil Harry, he raped and murdered a twelve year old girl. How can I ever forget her face or the sound of her cries, let alone forgive my Father for searing them in to my brain.” Draco finished whispering the last few words.

“I have no idea Draco; I don’t think you ever will be able to forget. But maybe that’s not so bad, maybe it will make you fight against the dark that much harder.”

“He is crazy Harry, he argues with himself. He cries out in two different voices, his eyes change colors. I have never seen anything like it. It’s like he is possessed.” Draco murmured looking up to the heavens.

“Your Father?” Harry whispered

“Voldemort.”



Blaise sat staring at nothing; he had been in the library for hours. He had woken to a missing Draco and angry house mates so the dark boy had escaped. Now he was sitting in the Library one hour after it had opened. He sighed and clonked his head down on to the table, his life sucked.
Hermione grinned triumphantly, she had pulled Ron out of bed early that morning, but it had been worth it. Sitting a few feet from her was the object of her quest, Blaise Zambini; he was the ultimate assortment on knowledge of Draco Malfoy.

“Zambini, what a pleasant surprise!” Hermione exclaimed walking over and sitting next to the Slytherin.

Zambini glanced over at Hermione, “Why my dear do I feel like I have been caught?” Blaise asked scooting away from the grinning girl.

“Oh no, that’s not it at all, we just need to know a few things about Draco. You see Ron and I think Harry may like him and we need to know how to advise him.” Hermione stated leaning in towards Zambini.

Zambini smiled, “Oh my dear Lady I have so much to tell you.” Blaise replied leaning in.




Harry and Draco made their way quietly through the halls towards the Headmasters office. They had stayed out all night talking, Harry felt they needed to tell Dumbledore about the strange way Voldemort had been acting. Both of them thought it might be something that could help them in battle.

Draco glanced over at Harry; he seemed so out of it. The savior was sure that Draco had stumbled on to something important; Draco only prayed he was correct.