Funny thing is that I came up with the plot during a bathroom trip. Its strange how imagination works.
Title: Protection
Rating: M
Summary: What was father thinking!? Draco would rather be crucioed than be under Potter's "protection". A Harry/Draco fic in which Draco does way more than just live with the Dursleys.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor Draco Malfoy. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this now would I?
Chapter 1-
Hatred thickened the atmosphere as Lucius Malfoy uttered that one name. Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived. Perhaps this plan just might pull it off. If horcruxes, basilisks, dementors, and even the Dark Lord himself failed to kill that pest, what other choice was there than to take up an amateur's idea?
"My Lord, I'm certain the filthy presence of Muggles will horrify Draco. But it is only out of pure loyalty for you-"
"Pure loyalty", a strong slither of a voice cut through, "does not involve running away from me"
"Yes. But the fear would only be due to spells. Draco possesses an unbelievably strong faith in your favor."
Slit eyes weren't reassured. They needed to test a servant's faith, no matter how dedicated the son might be.
"There are flaws Lucius. There is Veritaserem strong enough to break through any curse, unless the magic cast upon the victim was Dark. And you are willing to perform such on your own son?"
"If it is for you, then I would even kill him willingly" The cold pale eyes showed no lies, as Voldemort began taking a liking towards the idea. The one with the pale blue eyes continued,
"Even Narissca will not be aware of this, as no matter how powerful she might seem, she cannot counter the will of Veritaserem like I. The ministry will believe you intend to harm Draco, and we in return, abandoned you by-"
"I didn't ask you to repeat yourself"
"My gravest apologies, my Lord"
"You have proved you're worth Lucius. You will lead this task, and shall anything go wrong, you will suffer the consequences."
-- Malfoy Manor--
"It'll be all right. Now calm yourself-"
"No! No mother, I can't…I can't, he won't", Words choked themselves down in between sobs. There was fear. Fear ran through them like never before, stilling his heart, but yet making it pound loud enough to drown his mother's words. But why? The Dark Lord usually thrilled him, giving him an excitement only he could silently enjoy. The Cruciatus curse was powering, and suffering it could prove his dislike to Potter, and all the mudbloods out there. And yet, here he was wishing he were rather facing a Dementor. It was far less cold and horrifying.
"Draco! Love! Don't lose yourself! Nothing is going to happen to you. Your father and I won't let it. Now breathe, please, for me if not for anything else, please."
The pain in his chest did nullify as he sucked in ragged air. His throat hurt. How long had he been crying? How long had father been standing there, impassively, not moved at all by the fantastic display of tears and fright? It made him feel ashamed to meet his eyes the way he was now. This reaction, it wasn't Malfoy like. No…Malfoys stood high, and never let others see any side of them, no matter how weak and vulnerable they may be. It was all about pride.
If he was disowned now, it wouldn't even surprise him. The Dark Lord wanted his life, and instead of being pleased that he could be of service, he was scared shitless.
"Lucius, isn't there any way? We've followed him for so long!"
"If there was, you know I would have done fit."
"Maybe if I can pursue him somehow."
"Don't be silly Narissca. This is the Dark Lord, not an oversensitive Mudblood."
"I won't see him die for something he didn't do! Why would Draco oppose him?"
Narissca broke into uncontrollable sobs, hugging her son tighter and mingling her emotions with his. It was so strange…this situation…being in front of Lucius like this. Weak. Fragile. And so un-Malfoy-like. The situation seemed to be ready to break down into further pieces, but the shocking suggestion Lucius had stilled the fragments. Draco's breath hitched, and Narissca stared astonishingly into her husband's eyes.
Soft laughter echoed in the huge room of the Manor.
"Don't joke around Lucius. Our love, and that boy?" Harry Potter's reference spat from her lips like acid.
"Father, its all right, I…I don't mind s-sacrificing my life for the D-Dark Lord. But P-Potter…"
The said man spoke,
"Both of you do not understand. If there were any way, I would have proceeded to follow it. Draco, you will live with Potter, under his protection. I will disown you as my son, for the sake of your safety. Do not make this even more complicated by refusing me."
His voice held that certain firmness that could never be contradicted. There was no other way. What Father said, Draco did.
--Summer--July 22nd--
Platform 7 ¼. It was his first time, riding a train apart from the Hogwarts Express. He was used to traveling by pure wizardly methods, and not such Muggle copied ideas. The Parkinsons probably used the wizarding train network…but then again, they weren't Malfoys were they?
What did he do to deserve this? One minute he was deciding on buying a new type of robes, and the next thing he knew, there he was, bailing his eyes out. Then he was suddenly on a train, and now he was in London. Apparently, Father had sent a letter to the scar head, explaining the whole situation, and surprisingly, the idiot had agreed. But then again, he was always too kind. Always sticking up for others, just like all his other Griffindor pansies.
Draco glanced around disgusted. The place was packed with muggles! Honestly, he was already disowned, so how pathetic could this day get? Damn muggles…every single one of them had this sickening feeling of…normalness. The fools were all just oblivious to the fact that he just ran out of a wall!
"Malfoy!"
Was that hell calling? Draco whipped around to see Potter walk towards him. Yes, it was hell all right. Potty was finally here.
"Malfoy…I…um…got your father's…"
"I know, so shut up. Just lead the fucking way will you? I don't want to hear you with the way I'm feeling right now". Draco began moving in the way the boy came from, looking down the entire time. Soon enough, the said boy began leading the way, a scowl on his face.
"Funny, I thought you might actually deserve some sympathy"
"I don't need sympathy from a mudblood, Potter"
"Have you seen your face you git? I'm trying to be nice here"
"Well save it and shove off" Draco really wasn't in the mood for any side of Potter at the moment. The only reason he was even here was because the bastard refused to die!
Green eyes narrowed.
"I would gladly. But unfortunately, our dear Voldemort would then kill you."
"Don't! Say! The Dark Lord's name!"
"You too scared to Malfoy?"
Draco was just about to retort when he noticed Potter keeping his belongings in some sort of Muggle thing. If he wasn't mistaken, it looked somewhat like what Weasley and Potter flew to school 5 years back. What was it called, a car?
Oh no, no way…
"Potter, do you honestly expect me to ride this junk of muggle shit?"
"Watch your mouth boy! One more word about my car and you wouldn't be 5 feet within our house!" Draco flipped his head to see a podgy, purple face out of the "car's" window. He looked like he was going to burst a vein just looking at Draco.
"I'd rather you not start, Uncle Vernon. You see, Malfoy here hates Muggles, and he wouldn't hesitate to kill you anytime." The reaction from the fat purple man was instantaneous. The purple on his face drained into a pale white, before the so called "Uncle Vernon" quietly put his head back in.
A thought struck Draco. " I thought your parents were dead, Potty"
The rear end of the car closed with a thud, and Potter choked back a laugh.
"Please Malfoy. My parents are dead. These people are my uncle, aunt, and cousin."
"That fat's your cousin?" Draco ignored the glare he received from all three muggles in the car. "Looks more like a pig to me. Really. And stop laughing Potter, it creeps me out."
For now, Draco would just ignore that Potter laughed at something he said. Cause no matter how much kinder he seemed today, he knew it was only due to the events so far. Nevertheless, it would have been far better if the Dark Lord had just killed him for whatever insane reason.
--End of Chapter 1--
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There'll be more to come! And hopefully, people are waiting for it!
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