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Draco Malfoy knew a lot of things, he was brighter than most gave him credit for, and if he knew anything, he knew he was terrified to return to Hogwarts. Dumbledore was dead, and it was only a matter of time before the Death Eaters took over Hogwarts. The first few months would be normal, but he knew what their plans were, and despite almost begging for the school to be closed, his pleas fell on def ears. So here he stood, at the entrance of Kings Cross, waiting to board the Hogwarts express. Another thing Draco Malfoy knew, was that he had become quite good at judging when the full moon would be, and when to take his potion. He knew that being a werewolf and having this potion wasn’t that bad, almost like being an unwilling anamagi, since he could keep his coherent thought. He knew the transformations were still as painful as ever, but he knew what to expect. He also knew tonight fell on the full moon. He fumbled with his robe sleeve, nervous as ever. He knew he was a coward, and the thought of all the students see him transform made his stomach turn. This was the day he had been dreading since he was initially bitten. They boarded a train, securing a secluded compartment in back. It was a bit cramped with the six teens in there, but they made it work. The awkward silence was almost too much to handle, so Ron spoke.
“I see your wearing mum’s knit again. She’s really glad you like it. Like Harry and Hermione, shes basically adopted you as another child.” Draco laughed, thankful for the comment that stopped the silence.
“Kind of like how muggle women adopt every cat they see?” He was hoping that wasn’t a harsh comment, he was still learning of muggle customs, since he had grown up being taught to hate them. Luckily everyone started laughing, and he let go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Hermione said, through a giggle,
“It is like that now that I think of it. We are Molly’s cats!” The group laughed again, Draco included. Things quickly got serious again when Draco looked out the window.
“How am I going to get in without anyone seeing me…” Pansy put her hand on his knee in a friendly gesture. He placed his hand over hers and she leaned her head on his shoulder. Harry cleared his throat, nervously wringing his hands together.
“Well…I’ve never told you, but you know how you said we appeared from thin air back at the manor? Well there were barriers making it so you couldn’t apparate in…correct?” Draco nodded, running his hands down Pansy’s hair. “Well, we did it with this.” He pulled out the cloak.
“What the hell is that ugly thing?” Blaise asked, his eyebrow raised. Harry stood up, holding the cloak and wrapping it around him, disappearing into thin air. Blaise, Pansy and Draco’s eyes widened.
“This…its…” Draco couldn’t finish, his voice shaking too much.
“How did you get the cloak of invisibility?” Blaise asked in awe. Harry took the cloak off, placing it on his lap.
“It was in my fathers possession before he died. Dumbledore passed it to me first year. Its how I’ve been able to get around without being seen so easily.”
“Makes a lot of sense. So we are just going to put this on Draco and sneak him in basically?” Pansy asked, snuggling down closer to Draco, who finally just wrapped his arm around her pulling her in close.
“That’s exactly the plan.” Hermione said, giving the other girl a wink. “And another part of the plan. For now, we can’t let students know we are working together until you are able to figure out who wants the mark and who doesn’t. So when we leave the train you go ahead of us, and Draco follow them under the cloak. Just stay by Pansy and Blaise and try not to let the cloak fall.” Blaise looked at Hermione.
“Sounds like a better plan than any. None of us know how much time we have before the death eaters take over. The ceremony is in two weeks, so I’m going to make a guess and say within the next two months. That gives us plenty of time to figure out a strategy.” Pansy lifted her head, looking at the looming sun.
“We also need to learn how to do the patronus charm…”
“Yes, I’ve spoken to McGonagall about this whole scenario, shes given us access to a room to practice after lessons. We can start tomorrow.” Just as Harry said this, Draco began to thrash painfully, his face turning into a large snout with giant teeth, his soft hands into large, gnarled claws. His spine transformed, forcing him into a hunched position as the rest of his body became covered in fur. Once he had finished his transformation he looked at each of the five people he shared a compartment with, promptly jumping back into his spot and curling up half in the spot, half on pansy who scratched behind his ear.
“See Draco? It’s not so bad being a giant wolf. You get to have relaxing scratches.” He nodded his head, nuzzling into her lap. She lovingly smiled at the giant dog in her lap.
“He’s lucky to have a girl like you Pansy.” Ron said, almost surprised at the words that flew out of his mouth.
“What do you mean Ron?” She asked, planting a kiss on Draco’s furry head.
“Well…I mean, I grew up with a brother who was bitten. Everyone ran from him. He was so lonely for most of his time until he met Fleur. At least Draco has someone who loved him before AND after his transformation. You didn’t run. I find that to be very…er…respectable.” Ron stumbled over his words, making the teens giggle once again. The train began to slow down to stop, they were at Hogwarts. Harry quickly slipped the cloak over Draco, concealing the young wolf.
“Now remember, walk ahead of us, as if nothing changed over the summer.” Harry said, ushering the three out of the compartment.
“This should be interesting.” Ron said, scratching his head. Hermione exhaled, seemingly nervous.
“I hope this works and the cloak doesn’t fall off.”
“I just hope they find more people to fight on our side.” Harry said, exiting the compartment. “Come on, lets get in and get this over with.”
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The sorting ceremony was short as not many people wanted to send their kids back to a school that would most likely be a battle ground. They were the smart ones. After the ceremony, McGonagall walked up to Harry, Ron and Hermione, worry on her face.
“Please, come to my office. Bring along the others. We have some business to discuss. Harry nodded, looking over to the Slytherin table. He luckily caught Pansy’s eye and motioned to McGonagall, who was walking out of the hall, and she got the hint. She elbowed Blaise, who was talking to Crabbe and Goyle, and told him they needed to go. The pair stood up and walked out, Harry hoping Draco was following them. After they made their exit, Harry, Ron and Hermione stood to leave as well. They made their way to the phoenix statue, where McGonagall was standing with Blaise, Pansy and hopefully an invisible wolf. She muttered the password and motioned for them to come in.
“Make yourselves comfortable.” She said, sitting behind her desk.
“Where is Mr. Malfoy?” She asked, crooking an eyebrow at them. Draco shook, knocking the cloak off revealing himself. McGonagall was taken aback when she saw the beautiful snow white wolf.
“So the rumors were true. This must have been part of the premonition…” She trailed off, looking down. “Well when walking back keep him concealed, even though theres been a new potion created, which he obviously used, theres still a stigma about werewolves, added to the stigma of his family name as well, he doesn’t need anyone harassing him.” She took a sip of tea before continuing. “So, your owl made mention of patronus training for the students who have death eater parents and don’t want to join. I’ll let you use the transfiguration classroom after lessons. Is that okay with you?” Harry nodded.
“Sounds perfect to me. Pansy, would you like to explain your plan?” She nodded, looking the professor in her eyes.
“Well…see we aren’t revealing that we are fighting with Harry just yet, but talking to as many death eater children as we can, seeing which side they are fighting on, or if they don’t want to join or even people who want to be neutral. We are trying to keep anyone who wants it safe.” McGonagall nodded, a small smile creeped up on her lips, a smile of approval.
“Well, how much time do you think there is?” She asked, adjusting her glasses. Blaise looked down, shaking his head.
“We aren’t so sure. I know the ceremony is being held in two weeks, so I am anticipating two months at most, but we aren’t so sure.” McGonagall exhaled sharply.
“Get to your dorms and get some sleep. I’m going to owl some aurors, talk about preparations.” She waved them goodnight as they exited the office. Once they were gone she said to herself,
“I really hope they are right.”
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The night was sleepless for Draco. He wanted to get revenge, and he knew how he wanted to do it. He would let his animal side out and rip them apart. He had these thoughts often, and despite it sounding sweet as chocolate in his mind, the thought scared him. He didn’t want to be a killer, but he knew he had to be. It was time to step out of his cowardly shell, and defend the castle, his name, and the real friends he had. He stretched, enjoying having bare skin as opposed to the fur he was becoming accustom to. He quickly got dressed and lazily dragging his feet down to the great hall. Just outside the doors, he was stopped by Crabbe and Goyle, who had dark expressions on their faces.
“Look who decided to show up.” Crabbe said, shoving Draco in the shoulder. Goyle laughed, a deep, sickening sound.
“Where were you last night? Prowling the grounds for a nice meal?” He snickered. Draco, shoved past them and into the great hall.
“Piss off.” He growled under his breath. “You don’t even know the half of what I’ve been dealing with. Mind your own business.” He didn’t realize they followed him in until a hand swiped him off the ground by the shirt, holding him up so the whole school could see. And they did, all eyes were on the trio of old friends.
“We have ourselves a werewolf in the castle.” Goyle yelled, laughing.
“This is what happens when you betray the dark lord!” They laughed, throwing him to the ground. They both kicked him as they were walking to their table, yelling ‘traitor’ as they passed. Pansy ran up to him, helping the coughing boy off the ground.
“Are you okay?” She asked, pulling him off the floor. He coughed a few more times before answering her in a small voice.
“I’m fine. But now we know where they stand.” She nodded her head.
“But we’ve gained a few already who are going to join us for patronus lessons later. Theodore Knott, Millicent Bulstrode, Astoria Greengrass, Emelia Bagdon, and Clark Glasglow.” She said. Draco looked at her, his eyes full of admiration. He slipped a quick kiss onto her forehead, putting his arm around her as they walked to the table to join Blaise, who was also being shoved on by Crabbe and Goyle.
“Leave him alone, fatasses.” Pansy said, pulling her friend up from the table. “Come on, lets go where we belong.” She said, motioning to the Gryffindor table, where Harry, Ron and Hermione were saving them seats with a smile. The word ‘traitors’ was shouted after them as they walked across the great hall to join their real friends.
“So, tweedle dee and tweedle dum are obviously not on our side.” Hermione said, taking a sip of orange juice. The three nodded.
“Definitely not. But we have a handful of Slytherins, a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw so far. They will be coming for lessons later. You can meet all of them then.” They finished their breakfast in silence, anticipating the events that will take place later. For the first time, Draco felt like he had a purpose, a real reason to live, and it was such an overwhelming feeling he couldn’t describe it. He was breathless, but in such a way that his heart beat in his chest, and his excitement couldn’t be contained. He smiled, a genuine smile, and nothing would make him feel empty again.
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“Expecto Patronum!” Draco yelled, the sweat pooling on his forehead. He didn’t know why he couldn’t get it. A small rabbit came out of the Hufflepuff’s wand, a peacock out of the Ravenclaws, even Blaise was able to conjure up his, a majestic tiger, ferocious and beautiful as it whisped around the empty classroom.
“Think of something happy Draco.” Harry said, walking over to him. “What’s your happiest memory?” Draco thought for a moment, and a sigh of defeat left his lips.
“I don’t know. I’m trying to think of something, but everything in my life so far has been so superficial. None of it was real happiness, even if at the moment I thought it was.” Harry tapped his wand on his chin for a moment.
“Just think as hard as you can, and try again.” Draco grabbed a memory, he wasn’t sure it would work, but he decided to give it a shot.
“Expecto Patronum!” He yelled again. A wisp of white smoke came pouring out of his wand, forming into a large wolf. He was in awe as he looked at the beautiful thing he created. Just then, another wolf approached his, this wolf a female, and they rubbed their faces together like mates do. He looked at the stream and traced it back to the wand of Pansy, who looked at him with tears in her eyes.
“It’s…so beautiful Draco.” She said, choking back a tear. He walked over to her, planting a kiss on her lips.
“They say matching patronuses show true love of a person.” He whispered to her. Her tears were freely falling now, and he took his thumb and wiped them off. “Don’t get all whishy washy on me now Pans.” She laughed, calming herself. Harry walked over, a giant smile on his face.
“So, how did you do it? What was the memory?” Draco looked down, a smile on his face.
“Well…it wasn’t really a memory. More of an…event. I thought about finally finding where I belong, and how welcoming everyone was. When Molly gave me the knit, when I found out Tonks was my cousin and although I’ve been a stuck up prat my whole life, I was welcomed with open arms and called Family. When I let Luna make a fool of me and wore her flowered crown around all day. When I finally hugged Hermione and her face looked hilariously confused, when I Kissed Pansy for the first time. That’s what I thought of. The first time in my life I ever felt happy.” Harry patted him on the back, a giant smile plastered on his face.
“I don’t use a real memories either. More feelings. So I get where you are coming from.
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Two Months Later
“The war is coming.” Harry said, his expression grim. Pansy Twirled her hair in her finger nervously, leaning into Draco.
“But we aren’t ready! We are so outnumbered! There’s no way we can beat this.” Ron looked at the floor, attempting to hide the fear in his eyes.
“If we are meant to lose, we will die trying. We have run out of time. It’s time to fight. If we go down, I hope it’s not in vain.” He held Hermione close.
“We can win this. This isn’t the attitude we should be having right now. We will fight as hard as we can, no turning back now.” Just then, an explosion could be heard from underneath them.
“It’s time.” Harry said, standing up. The others joined him as they made their way down to the great hall. Spells were already flying inside the building, blasting out windows, knocking the chandelier on the ground, the sound of shattering glass was deafening.
“Harry watch out!” Blaise yelled, taking the spell instead. He writhed around on the ground in pain as they watched, feeling helpless. When the Cruciatis curse was lifted, they looked into the eyes of wormtail, who evilly grinned at them.
“What a pleasant surprise to see you. How’s that wolf blood treating you?” He asked Draco, laughing.
“Good, I’m actually due to change soon, so you might want to leave lest I tear out your throat with my own teeth.” He lunged forward, knocking the older man on the ground, his wand pointed in his face. “Or maybe I’ll just kill you now for all you have done. Take your pick wormtail, no matter what you aren’t getting out of his hall.” He yelled in pain as his transformation began.
“Get..outside…help…the others…” He painfully gasped out as his body transformed. Pansy helped Blaise up, following Harry, Ron and Hermione out onto the grounds where the rest were battling. Transformation complete, he barred his teeth at the stinking death eater who was shaking underneath him.
“Please…Draco. I always watched over you. I didn’t want the Dark Lord to do this. Please…” He didn’t finish. Draco sank his teeth into his throat, tearing it apart. When he lifted his head, blood dripping from his chin, he saw the lifeless eyes of Wormtail, torn apart on the floor. With a satisfied howl, he ran outside to join the rest who were battling. The first thing he saw was bodies, a lot of them, lifeless on the ground. He spotted Ron, Ginny, George and Molly, all huddled, crying. He walked up to get a closer look, and felt his heart drop. Molly was holding Fred in her arms; he was dead. He lifted his head and howled to the sky, the pain he felt was unbearable. He rubbed his nose on his fallen friend, but when he looked up all they saw in his face was anger and hate. Molly patted his head, tears streaming down her face. He looked up; thankful he did. The death eater who presumably killed Fred was circling in, ready to finish the rest of the family. He howled once more, jumping over the mourning family, landing on top of the death eater. He had no time to speak, Draco sank his teeth into his arm, knocking his wand out of his hand. The man began trembling as Draco tore into his stomach with his claws, biting into his neck, ripping him open. He took all his anger out on this one man and when he finished he was unidentifiable. He nuzzled Molly’s cheek, accidently getting blood on her. She wiped it off, whispering a small thank you as she cried over her son. She stood, an anger in her eyes he had never seen before.
“Kill my children will you?” She yelled as Bellatrix ran towards them, her wand raised straight for Ginny. Molly stepped in the way, raising her wand as well.
“Not my daughter…you bitch!” She yelled, firing a shot at Bellatrix, turning her to dust. She had a satisfied smile on her face behind her tears, and Draco nodded his head, running over to Pansy, who was fighting off a hoard of Death eaters along side Blaise and Hermione. He lunged into the group, tearing and slashing apart the ones that were missed by spells. His white coat was slowly becoming stained with crimson. Then he spotted him, the most evil man he had ever met. Fenrir Greyback, as a wolf, came lunging towards him. He jumped, catching him mid air with a large clawed paw to the face. He tore across his snout, long, garish cuts appearing across it. He fell to the ground, face to face with Draco/
So this is what it comes down to. He telepathically sent to Draco.
I’ll kill you tonight. Make amends for all the lives you ruined. Draco responded, snarling. The two wolves collided once again, paws swiping the air, hitting bodies. Draco suffered a large gash in the side, but it didn’t stop him. His adrenalin was pumping, and he got up from the ground, stronger than ever, and managed to get Fenrir on the ground. He swiped across his chest, a deep wound appearing near his heart. The blood began pumping out fast.
This is for my mother He slashed again, making an X across his chest, the wolf tried to escape from under him with no success.
This is for Harry and the others Another slash, this one into his stomach, his intestines exposed at this point. Fenrir couldn’t even try to move at this point.
And this…this is for me and Bill and all the other lives you’ve ruined
He tore out his neck, just as he had with wormtail. He looked up, watching the life leave his eyes until he was dead. Rain began to fall, washing the blood away. He looked up, Howling loudly, still on top of the dead wolf. He stepped aside, and noticed the sun trying to peek over the horizon. He had to get into the castle and get his wand and clothes. He sprinted as fast as he could to the castle, and down to the dungeons, his transformation back following close on his heels. The second he got into his dorm, he began to transform back. He got dressed as quick as he could, grabbing his wand off the table and sprinting back down to the battleground. What he saw made his heart stop. Harry was lying on the ground, the death eaters on one side of him, the others on the other side. He walked down and stood next to Neville, who looked as if he was fighting tears.
“Is he…” Draco asked, dreading the answer. Neville swallowed hard, suppressing a sob.
“Yes…we lose Draco. He’s dead.” Draco couldn’t believe it. The boy who lived, the wonder child he hated for most of his teen years, dead. It just couldn’t be. He shoved his way through the crowd, finding Hermione openly sobbing into Ron, who was also crying. He saw Pansy and Blaise, Pansy on her knees, covering her face with her hands. He wrapped his arms around her, and she stood up, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He rubbed her hair, fighting his own tears.
“Draco…we lost. They…they killed Harry.” Blaise choked, a tear falling from his eye. Then he heard it, a voice he never wanted to hear again.
“Draco…come. You can redeem yourself if you just come join us. Join your family.” Lucius’s stoic voice could be heard. He looked up, into the face of his father. “Come Draco. We can get you treatment for your disease. We can help you if you just join us.” His blood boiled over. He let go of Pansy and walked forward, hearing the crowd of students and Auror’s gasp behind him. Lucius had a look of triumph on his face, that is, until Draco opened his mouth.
“You know. It would be easy for me to just walk away from the losing side, wouldn’t it?” He stepped into the middle of the two groups. “I could be mean, I could be angry, I could be fake and I could be stupid. I could be cold, I could be ruthless, I could be weak, I could be senseless.” He took a breath, looking down at the body of his comrade, his friend, and a little hope was restored when he saw his eye twitch. He looked back up at Lucius, whose hopeful look was starting to dim. “You thought you were standing beside me, you were only in my way. I finally figured it out. You did nothing for me but raise me to be a monster. I won’t be a monster. You thought you were there to guide me but you were only in my way, you’re wrong if you think I’ll be just like you!” He shouted, grabbing Harry’s wand and tossing it to him as he was getting off the ground. Harry stood on his feet, standing next to Draco.
“Thank you!” He said, pointing his wand at Voldemort, their wands clashing in a bright string of red and green. Draco pointed his wand at Lucius, who in turn raised his.
“So this is how it’s going to be, Son against Father.” Draco held his ground, raising his wand a bit higher.
“I suppose so. I won’t let my Mother be controlled by you, abused by you any longer. This ends now!” He shouted, as a green light shot out of his wand, hitting his father directly in the chest, killing him instantly. The rain fell in sheets as he let his arms drop to his sides and he fell to his knees. He had killed his father. Narcissa ran to him, embracing her son.
“Thank you…” She said, holding him closer as his tears began to freely fall. She looked up at Harry, who was struggling against Voldemort. “Harry needs help.” She stood, pulling Draco up with her. They walked over to him, wands out. Draco looked behind him, willing his new friends to join. Luna, Neville, Ron, Hermione, Blaise and Pansy all joined, followed by Ginny who stood at his side, linking arms with him. All of a sudden, everyone was behind them, giving their power to Harry. Patronuses began to dance in the rain, attacking the dark lord directly. Draco took Pansy’s hand in his, and their wolves ran towards Voldemort, knocking him off balance just enough for Harry’s spell to knock into his chest. With a great white light, Voldemort burst into flames, turning into nothing but ash. He was gone. The dark lord had been defeated. The death eaters slowly began to escape, their numbers small after the battle. Draco sank to his knees, tears in his eyes.
“I…I killed him.” He stuttered, trying to hide his pain. His mother and Pansy both kneeled next to him.
“It needed to happen. He couldn’t keep controlling people the way he did. He was an evil man, and…I’m proud to say my son was Brave enough to stand up to the man he feared most, and came out on top.” Narcissa rubbed his back, rain washing the blood away from his skin.
“You were brave Draco, without you…we wouldn’t have won.” Harry said, extending his hand out to help out his friend. He smiled at him, raising his wand in the air, a faint light on the end of it. Draco stood next to Harry, hand clasped around Pansy’s, and raised a light as well. Pansy and Blaise raised theirs next, followed by Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Narcissa. Soon, everyone began to follow suit, their wands lighting up the dark, rain soaked grounds.
I helped save the wizarding wold. Draco thought to himself. A smile of relief spread across his face. He did it. He finally felt as if he redeemed himself for all the evil he was brought up on. He pulled Pansy closer, kissing her on the temple.
I guess there really can be miracles if you believe.
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Many nights we've prayed
With no proof anyone could hear
In our hearts a hopeful song
We barely understood,
Now we are not afraid
Although we know there's much to fear
We were moving mountains
Long before we knew we could...
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
In this time of fear
When prayer so often proved in vain
Hope seemed like the summer birds
Too swiftly flown away
Yet now I'm standing here (now I'm standing here)
With heart so full I can't explain
Seeking faith and speaking words
I never thought I'd say
There can be miracles
When you believe (when you believe)
Though hope is frail
Its hard to kill (Its hard to kill)
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve (You can achieve)
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
When You Believe – The Prince Of Egypt
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