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Draco Malfoy had nothing left to lose, yet everything to gain.
Was it so much to ask for?
The war was won … or lost … Depending on which side you were on of course.
His trial was over. He was sentenced to a year of probation and restricted wand rights.
However, the ministry didn't take into account that he was well-versed in wandless magic. How could he not be? He had no choice but to be.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't get tired. And at this moment he was feeling more tired than ever.
Fluffy during a flute lullaby!
Yes, being part of a triad was truly that exhausting.
And to make things even more complicated; his partners were bleeding heart Gryffindors!
Both of them, stubborn as hell and hot tempered. Always leading head first into danger. Always volunteering for the most impossible tasks … Why oh why can't they just take a step back, think first, plan first, then stick to the fucking plan!?!
But no; that would be too easy wouldn't it.
When they started their triad he was all for keeping himself out of the spotlight. A secret. And for some time, all of them stuck to that plan.
Until his husband and wife thought it would be a good idea to make it official that is.
Bloody Gryffindors.
“The wizarding world will stop treating you like scum when they just know the truth,” they said.
“We can do so much good,” they said.
“Fuck them, I'm tired of getting told what I can do and with whom,” they said.
How blind they've been.
As if it wasn't bad enough that those two got married in France without wizarding Britain being any the wiser … They then went ahead and gave a statement about it when the word finally leaked out.
They've now been ostracised because they didn't stick to the Almighty Dumbledore's plan.
The weeks after the knowledge of their marriage were bad enough; but then they just had to go out and add him into the equation … and now it's all started over again.
~*~
Magical triads were rare.
They were powerful.
They changed society.
And that right there was the crux of why people were either afraid for him; or of him.
He was a Slytherin by heart. He didn't take anything at face value; and he wasn't wronged easily. Yet fucking fate thought it funny to pair him with Hermione Granger and Harry bloody Potter?
People couldn't decide if they thought he imperioed them, lied to them, or if it was actually a real triad.
But in Draco's opinion; all of it led to the same conclusion … Society was afraid.
His friends were afraid for him and his family were afraid for him. They actually admitted they all thought he'd finally lost it!
And the rest?
They were afraid of him.
Since it became public knowledge, they moved into Potter Manor hidden deep in the scenic valley of Mid Wales.
At least they were safe there.
The Weasleys, Amos Diggory, and so many others had it out for them now. Badly.
They were all used to bad press, but this was now a whole new level.
The Wizengarmot tried to break their marriage up. They actually sent Hitwizards after him and Hermione because Merlin Forbid that the golden boy wasn't with a pure blood wife!
‘No, he had to go and marry a muggleborn wife and pureblood husband instead.’ Draco thought to himself sardonically.
Tomorrow was Draco's birthday though, and he still hasn't been given back his full wand rights yet.
He couldn't promise to rein Harry and Hermione in any longer. They were both out for blood these days and the only one stopping them from taking over was him. Ironic right?
But even he was getting to the point of letting them loose.
He.was.done!
~*~
The day of Draco’s birthday was calm.
Looking back, he realised it was maybe too calm.
Harry and Hermione had planned a little get together with their last remaining friends. They had a nice small dinner and a few drinks.
But Blaise and Theo were, the only word Draco could think of was 'nervous'. There had been no bad articles at all about the triad. Nothing in any of the newspapers; no negative reports on the wireless … not even a howler!
He should have known it was the calm before the storm.
~*~
At midnight, right when his birthday officially ended, Harry cleared his throat and dropped a bomb of nuclear level.
“Tomorrow, or better said today, we're done with it all.”
And for a fleeting moment, Draco thought they were leaving Britain.
How wrong he was.
“In a few hours, the goblins will shut down all vaults belonging to ministry employees, members of the Wizengarmot and most businesses.
Come morning, the only people still in business will be us, our friends and the goblins themselves.
A few hours later … we'll start hunting. Again.”
Nobody said a word. And besides Draco, nobody was surprised.
“Come tomorrow night, there will be a bounty on every head that's made our lives miserable.” Harry said with a dark determination.
And Draco laughed …
Harry must be joking, right.
Right?!
“We're going to hunt for freedom,” he continued proudly. “For equality and choices. Then next week, we will be ruling over wizarding Britain! They called me The Heir of Slytherin before; but by this time next week, they'll be calling us
Dark Lords instead … And this time … They'll get the Dark Lord they deserve. No one fucks with my family!”
~*~
He really wasn't joking.
The wizarding world hit them with everything they had. But then something … Something that not even Hermione could have planned for … happened.
‘Now, I see why they were afraid.’ Draco thought to himself with a smug smirk.
When the attacks started; Harry, Draco and Hermione stood back to back, to cover each other from all sides.
They felt a sudden surge of energy wash through them like a tidal wave. At the same time; the ground beneath them began to rumble, and the winds started to blow through the mountain valley. True to Welsh weather, the heavens also opened and then the rain came down. Hard.
Draco glanced at the ground; and it was then that he saw a burning rune shimmering on the castle ruin, directly beneath them.
As earth, air, fire and water collided in time and space around them; the rune took the formation of the sacred Triquetra. They all felt a sudden surge of energy flow through their bond. It pulsed within their veins, their new family magic merging into one unbreakable force.
Draco did not need his wand after that.
None of them did.
And everyone who did them wrong learnt that the hard way.
~*~
Draco's next birthday was just as calm as the one before … But this time, Hermione was pregnant. And the blood on their hands was long washed away.
Werewolves, Veela, mermaids, goblins, centaurs, vampires and every other sentient being, had their rightful place in the ministry … And all was now well in the wizarding world.
Not everyone survived their coup.
The Wesleys were the first to die. George was supposed to survive; but in the end, they had to go for a mercy kill. Anything else would’ve been just too cruel. He didn't actually deserve it, but it is what it is.
Draco looked around their home, smiling softly to himself.
“We should have done that much earlier.”
He hated killing, but he couldn't deny he was now content.
Harry was happy.
Hermione was happy (as long as she didn't have to vomit again).
And he was happy.
They finally got their Happy Ending.
Fuck everyone else.