Malfoy's Secret

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DRACO MALFOY HAD A SECRET WISH, BUT DESTINY RUINED HIS LIFE. CAN HE EARN THEIR FORGIVENESS IN THE END?

Submitted: October 19, 2012

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Malfoy's Secret

I start awake from the nightmare. It was in the past, but my dreams still return to haunt and remind me of my terrible deed. Voldermort, his request; to kill Dumbledore, and I did it willingly, to help my father, and to revive my family name. But it was all for nothing. I didn't want to be that boy, Voldermorts pet, but that's what it became. What I became...in the end, the joke was on me, whilst Potter and Weasley ran around being admired and helped by people they could trust, whilst I trusted no one. How could I? At any moment I could be turned in and murdered. I can never tell them how I truly feel, the regret, and the pain.

Even Granger was becoming a living matyr, someone who people looked up to. Small bushy haired, mud blood Granger, not exactly beautiful but still with something. Not that a Slytherin and a Gryffindor could ever be together. It didn't work, and our families would never allow it. A pure blood, and a mud blood. If only she had been pure like me, a full witch. Then things would have been different. Everything would be different.

And yet, what if I had been a mud blood instead?Muggle born, with no family name. No debt to Voldermort, and no pushing father. No expectations to be like him, or powerful, or spiteful. I remember sitting in Dumbledores office that time when he told me that he could help. Then that time on the tower. He told me he could save them, he told me that he could keep my family safe, away from Voldermort, away from this destiny of hell. I love my mother, and my father too. But if I hadn't known them, if I had grown up a muggle, and then a wizard. Come to Hogwarts, maybe been a Gryffindor, and cared for by the stern but soft hand of McGonagal rather than Snapes cold stares. How diffferent would I be. Would I be happy?

Dumbledore, always the feeling of warmth, and security that I lacked in my home. The knowledge that he cared that was soo overwhelming that I hated it. I hear my mother now, and as she rushes in shouting my name, as if still in a daze I walk out of the room and notice a flurry of movement, and dread fills my heart. Voldermort must be here, I already prepare to slink into the darkness, when my mother points out three people I recognise. It's them! Weasley, Granger... and Potter? Is it Potter? He looks like him but his face is swollen and puffy. But yes, it's him. His scar is stretched but still clear, and his eyes. Full of what I had come to know as hatred for me.

My lips move, even though I don't hear what I'm saying I know I'm spewing out something to save him. To save them, to save her...

I look at her now, her face bloodied, a cut lip and a bruise on her cheek bone, and I fight the urge to touch it. I look away the embarrasment burning my face to a rosy red. When Bellatrix comes, I slink once more back into my thoughts. Not that I ever left them, I stay forever locked in a world of guilt and fear that Voldermort holds me in. I'm not sure if it's magic, but I'm pretty sure it isn't. It is only heart break, regret, and a desperate wish that it wasn't me.

Years pass, and I find myself outside of a marquee, I can't go inside, but I still wait out of sight, as the gaggle of people fill the tent, smiling and laughing. The Weasley clan's ginger hair slowly fill one side of the seats, whilst a few bewildered people, but many recognisably Hogwarts fill the other side, until seats are full. I sit now, staring through a crack as Potter, looked handsome now as he passes through the teenage years into adulthood stand and smile at his friend, Ron Weasley. The ginger man nods, and as Potter joins him standing with his back to the people they pass some comment between them which makes both smile, as they wait.

"Watching Draco?" I hear a voice, and turn to see her. Hermione Granger, dressed in white, followed by Ginny in a pale creamy yellow dress that compliments her hair colour. Hermione looks at me accusingly but also with a hint of understanding in her face. I stand, awkwardly in my informal robes, but smile anyway.

"You look... amazing"

"You've grown up Draco. It's nice to see you, as... you. You don't have to be a stranger here, you foul evil little cockroach" she said in a sarcastic tease and I can't even help but laugh at the memory of when she punched me in the face with those words.

"Yeah, I was a bit of a... well"

"Git?" Ginny interjects helpfully and my face flames the colour of her hair.

"Don't worry. They understand, we all do. What you do for your family is a powerful thing, and you did what you have to do. But shall we put old grievances and disputes aside and be friends?" Hermione suggests.

"I'd like that."

She gestures for me to walk into the tent, and people turn to look at me. I feel embarrassed to be seen there, but sit down quickly at the back of the tent as the procedings continue. As the wedding is over and people stand for the party, George Weasley approaches me. I'm worried for a second, but then see that it isn't anger on his face.

"Draco" he says cooly.

"George, how are you?" I ask my mouth dry.

His face cracks into a mischievious grin "enough with the formalities you prat. It took you long enough"

"What do you mean?"

"We knew you'd come to our side eventually, I know that you tried to help Fred and nearly died. We know that you saved McGonagall, and Flitwick, Kingsley said you deflected a killing curse from him. There are many stories of your support, we've known for a long time that you were playing on both sides. We forgive you, lets say. Now come on, and lets party!"

He claps me on the shoulder and I laugh as someone a few feet away turns into a canary, a custard cream still held in their feathered fingers. George looks at me and winks before we both roar with laughter.

So I wrote this YEARS AGO! But I really wanted to put it up anyway, and although it's not very good, I'm bizarrly fond of it! I hope you liked it, and please read some of my more recent stuff as it is better than this! Hahaha <3

Thanks :) x


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