Prologue
They won. They actually, truly won. There was nothing we could do as Hagrid showed the crowd Harry's very much dead body. His eyes were unblinking, lifeless. Hagrid was sobbing. Nevil was seething with Ron at his side, showing the anger and loss in his eyes. We were defeated, lost, and broken. We had lost all spirit.
"Your savour is dead. The one you poured all your hope into." His cold voice rang through the air, vibrating the area around us.
We were still, but shaking in fear.
Voldemort shot a killing curse at Hagrid and we watched in still horror as the half-giant tipped back and dropped Harry's body to the side as his body crumpled to the ground. It was at this point, hell broke loose.
I stood still in the flurry of spells and curses being shot before me. I found the fight before me pointless. There was nothing we could do. There was no way we could win. A bright purple curse missed me by mere centimetres of my ear.
I felt someone grab my hand, pulling me out of my daze. I looked at the hand holding mine and held it tighter. Their grip was like a lifeline, something that would save me if I never let go. So I ran in whatever direction it pulled me in. I only looked up when I felt the familiar presence of the Room of Requirement.
"Through here, Granger. Hurry."
The voice was smooth and light despite the battle outside. It was a male voice, rich and aristocratic, melodic and soft. It was the voice I would never forget. It belonged to one Draco Malfoy.
I whipped around and drew my wand. "Malfoy!" I yelled before shooting off three disarming spells, all of which he dodged.
"Granger! Just stop and hurry through the cabinet and call for Loopy."
"Why should I trust a Death Eater Scumbag, idiotic, half-the-wizard-Harry-could-have-ever-been like you?"
"He's dead, Hermione. Okay? Dead. There's no point in fighting that fact. I'm trying to help you stay alive, so do as I say and go." He pushed me roughly towards the vanishing cabinet and closed the door behind me. I took a deep breath. As I heard Draco begin chanting the spell, I closed my eyes and did my best to remain calm.
It didn't work.
I felt like I was being sucked through a straw. And when the feeling finally stopped, I was panting. I wanted to cry as everything stilled around me.
"Loopy," I gasped out, remembering Draco's orders.
"Lady Hermione?" The elf asked.
"Yes," I responded at the elf's stern expression.
"Good, good. Please do follow me. The young master asked me to prepare you in the instance that Harry Potter has failed to defeat the Dark Lord."
There was a pop and Draco was standing there a few feet away. "Oh thank god, I thought I had failed to say it right. Okay, Loopy, make her look like a pureblood. Make her look like she's anything but a Mudblood."
The house elf nodded and pulled me towards the door.
"Wait!" I shrieked. "I want some answers, Malfoy!"
Draco sighed. "Sit down then," He said as he transfigured a pile of stones into a comfortable looking chair. "It started when Harry Bloody Potter asked me to save you."
And hello guys! This is my newest story, as you can tell. I hoped you liked the prologue and I promise to make the chapters much much much longer than this! Anyway hope you enjoyed!
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