Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Heart and Soul ❯ Chapter Twenty ( Chapter 20 )
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By: TassanaBurrfoot 
Easter, a crucifix to bear
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.16.2007 | Updated On: 10.16.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 597 | Status: Completed
Easter, a crucifix to bear
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.16.2007 | Updated On: 10.16.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 597 | Status: Completed
Heart and Soul
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Twenty
For the first time in a long time, Draco was happy at school. Not only had he managed to find solace in his headmaster's office, but his new friend, Padma, had turned out to be something of a trusted ally. It was a new feeling for the young Slytherin, who had never really known anyone he could truly trust who wasn't his family or his wife.
However, that wasn't the only good things happening at Hogwarts for Draco. Myrtle had started visiting him. And Blaise Zabini became a constant companion. Course, it wasn't nothing more than Draco expected. He and Zabini had been friends since infancy, their fathers' fortunes causing them to be in constant company. As for Myrtle, well, since last year, Draco had valued the ghost's friendship. He'd never forget what she had done for him and his wife.
(II)(II)
Easter break rolled around a lot faster than Draco had expected. He was glad to be heading home. As much as he enjoyed being around his new friends, he missed his parents.
However, life at Malfoy Manor was hardly tolerable. While it was easy to fit into the role of dutiful pureblood, Draco hated every moment of it. Thankfully, Lovegood and Ollivander had kept his act of kindness secret.
It was hard for Draco. He hated pretending to be something he was not. His aunt pushed and pressured him to study his Dark Arts on Lovegood. And still, Draco could not do it. He was too scared. His heart was not in the Curse.
"Don't worry," his aunt assured him. "Once you've become a Death Eater, it'll come easier."
Those were not words he wished to hear.
(III)(III)
And then, it happened. Draco was sitting in the drawing room with his parents when the Snatchers came. He had been whispering to his parents about his ring, which had suddenly become almost too hot to touch.
Hearing the door open, Narcissa got up to greet the people. She sounded happy... almost. "Draco, come here!" she called out to him.
His stomach twisted into knots as he obeyed. As he walked towards them, his mother decided to meet him halfway. She gave him a look that warned him to "play the part." The Snatchers had five prisoners.
Without even looking at them, Draco knew who three of them were. He kept his head bowed, not wishing for her to see his face. Not wishing to see her face. She had been caught.
He muttered replies of indifference to his mother's excited questions. He could tell his mother was acting, she was never that "excited" about anything. He could feel hot tears prickling his heated eyes and fought the urge to shed them.
His father joined the fray and soon was arguing with Greybeck over the find. Worse, Bellatrix entered the room. Draco tried to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible.
But, she saw him. He could feel her honey eyes pleading with him, but he did not dare to look up. He couldn't. He only prayed she would understand.
He heard his aunt shriek about something. She ordered Draco to take the Stunned Snatchers out back. He readily accepted the small reprieve. His emotions were too overcome.
This had to be a dream. A nightmare. A horrible nightmare from which he would awake from. He heard her screams of pain and tears flowed freely from his eyes. Apparently the ring did not protect against that curse either.
It was a dream. Just a really bad dream. She was safe. Her ring would protect her. She was safe.
Her screams split through his skull like a knife through butter. He doubled over from the pain, clutching his head as he cried out softly. Falling to his hands and knees, his fingers dug into the earth for support. "Her... Hermione," he whispered, realizing only too late his words.
The pain intensified, causing him to become physically sick. Tears fells from his eyes in great waves. It couldn't be happening. This was too surreal. Not to her. Not to the woman he loved. Yet, her screams spoke differently. And worse, he couldn't do a damn thing.
Well, he could. He could pick himself up from the ground. He could march into that study, brandishing his wand. He could put an end to the woman who brought pain to his wife. He could... He could...
Draco had never felt more like a coward than he did at that moment. It wasn't that he feared Bellatrix. No. He didn't give a damn about that bitch. But, that woman had someone on her side. Someone who wouldn't be too happy if Draco ended the life of the most loyal servant. And, it was that person that rendered Draco a coward.
With a strength he did not know he had, Draco pulled himself up. He wiped his tears and vanished the evidence of his sickness. Through a haze, he returned to the drawing room. Just as he entered, his father told him to fetch the goblin. Draco nodded and left the room again.
"Stand back. Line up against the back wall. Don't try anything or I'll... I'll kill you!" he heard himself saying to the cellar door.
As he returned to the room with the goblin, he watched everything move as if in slow motion. Many things happened at once and he did not even think about fighting when Potter and Weasley emerged into the drawing room. He just stood there and did nothing.
Then he saw the scuffle. He caught a glimpse of his wife as she struggled against Bellatrix. Saw wands fly away. Horror-struck at the idea of his aunt killing his wife, he moved quickly, as if his speed would save her.
He picked up the fallen wands and just stared, unbelieving. Dobby, his old house-elf, dropped the chandelier. Shards of crystal sprinkled his face and Draco doubled over in pain. He felt, rather than saw, Potter take the wands from his hands as more chaos ensued around him. At the last possible moment, he and Hermione made eye contact.
Nothing but hatred shown in her face and then, she was gone. She was gone.
And the Dark Lord had arrived.
(IV)(IV)
Draco's world was turned upside down. His parents were under house arrest. His wand had been stolen by Potter. Hermione would never forgive him.
"Here, Draco," his mother said, handing him her own wand. "You need a wand for school."
Even now, the delicate forget-me-knots were straining to get away from one another. He almost feared they would snap under the pressure.
For some unknown reason, the Dark Lord had allowed Draco to return to school. Perhaps it was a cruel joke. Blaise didn't seem to want to talk to him. Even Snape seemed reluctant.
Draco sat before Snape's desk, his head bowed in shame. "I've lost her," he whispered. "She'll never forgive me for what I've done."
The headmaster did not respond at once. It was moments before he scathingly replied, "So, you've done it. You've managed to give your sacrifice to the Dark Lord. He'll be happy to place the Dark Mark on you now. Congratulations, Malfoy."
Draco did not miss the sarcasm dripping from Snape's lips. "What?!" the boy started. "What do you mean, my sacrifice? I've sacrificed nothing for him!"
Snape fixed him with a cold stare. "But, you have. You've given up on her," he pointed out.
"No! I didn't! I..." Draco found himself at a loss for words. It was true. But, he couldn't give up. He wouldn't give up. Not without a fight. "I refuse to lose her. What do I need to do?"
Snape simply shrugged. "Help Potter," he answered as though stating the obvious. "I know what Potter's after. He'll need to come back here, to Hogwarts. Fight on his side, Draco. It's not too late. If you do this, you'll be redeemed. Possibly even in her eyes."
Draco was shocked. "You've been on his side the whole time, haven't you?" he whispered.
Snape raised an eyebrow. "No," he said as he pulled a torn picture out of his robes. "I've been on her side."
Draco just stared into the smiling face of Lily Evans Potter.
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Author's Note: Another relatively short chapter. I'm so sorry. But, on a good note: only four more chapters and an epilogue. And no, I'm not telling you how it ends. I absolutely hate it when people mess up a perfectly good story by saying, "Oh, I always give this kind of ending." So, you'll just have to wait and see.
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Twenty
For the first time in a long time, Draco was happy at school. Not only had he managed to find solace in his headmaster's office, but his new friend, Padma, had turned out to be something of a trusted ally. It was a new feeling for the young Slytherin, who had never really known anyone he could truly trust who wasn't his family or his wife.
However, that wasn't the only good things happening at Hogwarts for Draco. Myrtle had started visiting him. And Blaise Zabini became a constant companion. Course, it wasn't nothing more than Draco expected. He and Zabini had been friends since infancy, their fathers' fortunes causing them to be in constant company. As for Myrtle, well, since last year, Draco had valued the ghost's friendship. He'd never forget what she had done for him and his wife.
(II)(II)
Easter break rolled around a lot faster than Draco had expected. He was glad to be heading home. As much as he enjoyed being around his new friends, he missed his parents.
However, life at Malfoy Manor was hardly tolerable. While it was easy to fit into the role of dutiful pureblood, Draco hated every moment of it. Thankfully, Lovegood and Ollivander had kept his act of kindness secret.
It was hard for Draco. He hated pretending to be something he was not. His aunt pushed and pressured him to study his Dark Arts on Lovegood. And still, Draco could not do it. He was too scared. His heart was not in the Curse.
"Don't worry," his aunt assured him. "Once you've become a Death Eater, it'll come easier."
Those were not words he wished to hear.
(III)(III)
And then, it happened. Draco was sitting in the drawing room with his parents when the Snatchers came. He had been whispering to his parents about his ring, which had suddenly become almost too hot to touch.
Hearing the door open, Narcissa got up to greet the people. She sounded happy... almost. "Draco, come here!" she called out to him.
His stomach twisted into knots as he obeyed. As he walked towards them, his mother decided to meet him halfway. She gave him a look that warned him to "play the part." The Snatchers had five prisoners.
Without even looking at them, Draco knew who three of them were. He kept his head bowed, not wishing for her to see his face. Not wishing to see her face. She had been caught.
He muttered replies of indifference to his mother's excited questions. He could tell his mother was acting, she was never that "excited" about anything. He could feel hot tears prickling his heated eyes and fought the urge to shed them.
His father joined the fray and soon was arguing with Greybeck over the find. Worse, Bellatrix entered the room. Draco tried to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible.
But, she saw him. He could feel her honey eyes pleading with him, but he did not dare to look up. He couldn't. He only prayed she would understand.
He heard his aunt shriek about something. She ordered Draco to take the Stunned Snatchers out back. He readily accepted the small reprieve. His emotions were too overcome.
This had to be a dream. A nightmare. A horrible nightmare from which he would awake from. He heard her screams of pain and tears flowed freely from his eyes. Apparently the ring did not protect against that curse either.
It was a dream. Just a really bad dream. She was safe. Her ring would protect her. She was safe.
Her screams split through his skull like a knife through butter. He doubled over from the pain, clutching his head as he cried out softly. Falling to his hands and knees, his fingers dug into the earth for support. "Her... Hermione," he whispered, realizing only too late his words.
The pain intensified, causing him to become physically sick. Tears fells from his eyes in great waves. It couldn't be happening. This was too surreal. Not to her. Not to the woman he loved. Yet, her screams spoke differently. And worse, he couldn't do a damn thing.
Well, he could. He could pick himself up from the ground. He could march into that study, brandishing his wand. He could put an end to the woman who brought pain to his wife. He could... He could...
Draco had never felt more like a coward than he did at that moment. It wasn't that he feared Bellatrix. No. He didn't give a damn about that bitch. But, that woman had someone on her side. Someone who wouldn't be too happy if Draco ended the life of the most loyal servant. And, it was that person that rendered Draco a coward.
With a strength he did not know he had, Draco pulled himself up. He wiped his tears and vanished the evidence of his sickness. Through a haze, he returned to the drawing room. Just as he entered, his father told him to fetch the goblin. Draco nodded and left the room again.
"Stand back. Line up against the back wall. Don't try anything or I'll... I'll kill you!" he heard himself saying to the cellar door.
As he returned to the room with the goblin, he watched everything move as if in slow motion. Many things happened at once and he did not even think about fighting when Potter and Weasley emerged into the drawing room. He just stood there and did nothing.
Then he saw the scuffle. He caught a glimpse of his wife as she struggled against Bellatrix. Saw wands fly away. Horror-struck at the idea of his aunt killing his wife, he moved quickly, as if his speed would save her.
He picked up the fallen wands and just stared, unbelieving. Dobby, his old house-elf, dropped the chandelier. Shards of crystal sprinkled his face and Draco doubled over in pain. He felt, rather than saw, Potter take the wands from his hands as more chaos ensued around him. At the last possible moment, he and Hermione made eye contact.
Nothing but hatred shown in her face and then, she was gone. She was gone.
And the Dark Lord had arrived.
(IV)(IV)
Draco's world was turned upside down. His parents were under house arrest. His wand had been stolen by Potter. Hermione would never forgive him.
"Here, Draco," his mother said, handing him her own wand. "You need a wand for school."
Even now, the delicate forget-me-knots were straining to get away from one another. He almost feared they would snap under the pressure.
For some unknown reason, the Dark Lord had allowed Draco to return to school. Perhaps it was a cruel joke. Blaise didn't seem to want to talk to him. Even Snape seemed reluctant.
Draco sat before Snape's desk, his head bowed in shame. "I've lost her," he whispered. "She'll never forgive me for what I've done."
The headmaster did not respond at once. It was moments before he scathingly replied, "So, you've done it. You've managed to give your sacrifice to the Dark Lord. He'll be happy to place the Dark Mark on you now. Congratulations, Malfoy."
Draco did not miss the sarcasm dripping from Snape's lips. "What?!" the boy started. "What do you mean, my sacrifice? I've sacrificed nothing for him!"
Snape fixed him with a cold stare. "But, you have. You've given up on her," he pointed out.
"No! I didn't! I..." Draco found himself at a loss for words. It was true. But, he couldn't give up. He wouldn't give up. Not without a fight. "I refuse to lose her. What do I need to do?"
Snape simply shrugged. "Help Potter," he answered as though stating the obvious. "I know what Potter's after. He'll need to come back here, to Hogwarts. Fight on his side, Draco. It's not too late. If you do this, you'll be redeemed. Possibly even in her eyes."
Draco was shocked. "You've been on his side the whole time, haven't you?" he whispered.
Snape raised an eyebrow. "No," he said as he pulled a torn picture out of his robes. "I've been on her side."
Draco just stared into the smiling face of Lily Evans Potter.
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Author's Note: Another relatively short chapter. I'm so sorry. But, on a good note: only four more chapters and an epilogue. And no, I'm not telling you how it ends. I absolutely hate it when people mess up a perfectly good story by saying, "Oh, I always give this kind of ending." So, you'll just have to wait and see.