Draco Malfoy and the Half-Dead Horcrux

by WolfKnight947

After the death of Lord Voldemort, those who skipped school to either fight or join him must return to Hogwarts to complete their Seventh Year. However, the Dark Lord still walks the school in a different form. Could he be in the broken Malfoy family? Or perhaps dwelling within a chosen court of Death Eaters? Or could Voldemort even be inside our beloved hero? Read to find out!

1. Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy and the Half-Dead Horcrux

Draco Malfoy was awoken with a start. His Mother, Narcissa Malfoy had entered his room as sneakily as a serpent. It was his eighteenth birthday, and he had forgotten that he had to go back to school. Since he skipped the school year of 1997-1998 to become a Death Eater against his own free will, he had to return to Hogwarts to finish his mandatory seventh year so that he could get his degree in Magic Theory.

Draco would have not noticed a thing and still slept in his black bunk-bed if not for Narcissa shaking and rapping on the bed post, nearly making Draco fall out of his bed.

"Awake, Boy! Your Hogwarts letter came! I wonder why that old coot McGonagall wanted you back in her school. You ARE a Death Eater," she had said.

"Mum, you KNOW that I'm not a Death Eater anymore."

Yes, he WAS a Death Eater, but no longer. Harry Potter was half-way killed, which led to the destruction of the last Horcrux, along with Voldemort's own death.

"I do NOT care. We all still have the Dark Mark, which ultimately means that we are still Death Eaters." He didn't mouth back this time, because he knew that his mother was a little shaken up. Lucius Malfoy, the money maker, the father figure, was captured from Malfoy Manor and locked up in Azkaban. He was scheduled for Death by Dementor's Kiss this afternoon.

Draco was saddened extremely by this, and hated that his father's death was on his own birthday.

Draco shook himself awake before he started bawling his eyes out once more. He got dressed in his seventh year Slytherin robes, grabbed his trunk and wand, and his pot of Floo Powder.

"Now Draco, try not to get into any trouble this year, we are trying a clean slate. Off to the station with you now."

"But Mum, aren't you coming with me to watch me get on the train? Just like every year before this?" Draco had started having another of his blubbering baby crying fits. His face wrinkled up in an ugly mixture of disgust, hatred, and overwhelming sadness.

"No Draco, you are a big boy. You can SURELY get on the train without help from mummy." Her reply was cold, and filled with an icy hatred. Draco couldn't tell if the hate in her speech was towards him, or that awful Potter boy.

Oh yes, Draco suddenly remembered. He was not the only one that should have graduated last year that would be returning. For one, during a meeting with Crabbe and Goyle over the summer of his Sixth Year, he had convinced them to flunk their O.W.L tests so that they could be his body guards once more for his last year. He had received owl from them that said that they had not gotten their degrees.

And of course, those foul little meddling leaches, Potter, Weasley, and their pet mountain troll, Granger.

They were the ones responsible for Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy's, death. They killed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, thus destroying the only bond that kept the Malfoy family alive and well. And they would be returning to taunt Draco yet again.

"What are you waiting for, Draco? Take the Floo Powder!"

Of course. Narcissa had been holding out a small bucket filled with a dull black and brown powder. Draco reached out, and through his wrinkled up blubbering face, he dropped the powder in the fireplace that he had his feet planted in, and yelled, through a sniffling baby face, "Kings… Crosstation!"

The insanity that followed was so remarkable that for a few minutes Draco thought that he DIDN'T just fly through a tiny fireplace in a Muggle indoor bus stop in London.