I'll Save You: A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Author: Scifigeek14

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (books or movies) and I also don't own any music or brand names mentioned in this story. Also WARNING: this story includes a couple that isn't Cannon (Hermione and Draco), as well as a twist ending that I can only hope you like. PS: this "*" means that there is additional info at the bottom.

Chapter Seven

When: Year Seven

Where: Hogwarts Courtyard*

"It's Hagrid and Harry!" I heard someone shout. "The Death Eaters have brought them. And, and he's here, Voldemort is here!" My eyes widened. There was a silence as the room stilled. Then there was panic as we all rushed out the doors to the courtyard. When Ron and I got out, Neville, Ginny, and I few others were already there. I wished Draco was next to me. He was a bit farther back, because he had been helping with the tending of a first year's wounds.* Harry was slumped in Hagrid's arms. No! Harry had destroyed the secret Horcrux, himself.

"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort declared gleefully.

"No!" Ginny screamed in anguish. Poor Ginny. I could only barely imagine what it would be like to lose someone you loved. She rushed forward in blind anger and pain, only to have her father hold her back.

"Stupid girl! Harry Potter is dead. From this day forth, you put your faith in me," Voldemort said in what I assumed was his attempt to make us trust him. I shivered. "Harry Potter is dead!" He proclaimed again, this time to his followers. They burst into laughter. I spotted Lucius Malfoy and his Wife in the crowd. Lucius was as stoic as ever. Narcissa seemed upset. I was surprised, but proud of her for that. She must be where Draco got his good heart from.

"And now is the time to declare yourself," He addressed us once again, "Come forward and join us." I glared at him, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. He thought that we would join him. I glanced over at the Slytherin nervously. They were shuffling around, but none seemed to jump up. Not even Blaise, who had boasted about joining the winning side. "Or die." The whispering that had gone on since the students of Hogwarts had entered courtyard stopped. No one moved. There was a pause, both sides waiting for the other to make a move.

"Draco!" Lucius hissed in the silence. We all turned to look at him. "Come Draco." He was standing with Luna and some of her friends. He frowned at his father.

"Draco." Tried his mother with a plea in her voice. She wanted him safe. They both did. Suddenly I felt bad for them. They forced were into the Death Eaters as he had been, I realized. They were scared. They probably all were. Well, maybe not Bellatrix, but it was clear that she had lost her wits long ago. I wondered what made her mind run away. "Come"

Lucius held out a hand timidly. Draco looked at it and then down at his feet. He was conflicted. In spite of everything this man had done to him, this was his father. I watched him clench and unclench his fists and then, he started walking. No! I nearly cried. He was going to him. Everyone's hearts dropped. I could see it in their faces. Mine broke. He forced his way through the throng of young witches and wizards who stared at him with hurt and hatred. He didn't look up. He reached the edge of the crowd and walked towards Ron and me. I trembled. He was going to walk right past me and I couldn't make myself move to reach out for him. He walked up until he was even with me, not a foot away from me, and then he stopped. His head snapped up to meet his father's gaze.

"Draco?" Narcissa asked her voice cracking. "Are you coming?" Tears were shinning in the back of her eyes. Draco glanced over at me. I met his look, unwaveringly. I saw nothing but his molten steel and raw passion and love. He turned back to his parents.

"No." He answered simply. There was a collective gasp from the student body behind us. I smiled. Lucius and Narcissa's, as well as many other Death Eaters' eyes widened. Lucius dropped his hand to his side, where I noticed he had his cane, his face turning red.

"WHAT!" He all but screamed, causing his wife to flinch next to him. "Now is not the time for a sudden rebellious streak, Draco. Now get over here but for I come over and drag you over myself!" Voldemort chuckled.

"Now, now, Lucius," He pacified, "It is the boy's choice. Neither you, nor I, can force him to leave his little school chums and return to his proper place beside me. It is a choice he must make himself." Lucius seemed to growl at this. "Perhaps you should try asking him why it is he will not come." I saw Lucius grit his teeth and Voldemort's patronizing tone.

"Yes, Draco, why is it that you won't come with us?" He forced out sounding pained and humiliated. I saw Draco smirk.

"Because you're a right bastard." There was some laughter, among both groups. Lucius' right eye twitched. He was losing control.

"Why yes, he is." Voldemort laughed, "But that is nothing new. So come on, Draco, enlighten us as to the causes of your sudden change of heart." He flashed a nauseating smile at Draco.

"I guess I'm through being afraid of you. I'm not weak anymore. I'm not frightened anymore. I'm not alone anymore." He glanced over at me with a smile. I walked the few steps between us and took his hand. He laced his fingers with mine and squeezed. I heard Voldemort laugh again; he seemed to be getting way too much enjoyment out of his. He didn't care if Draco was willing to die with us. After all, he had ordered him to kill Dumbledore, knowing that he would need to be killed before the Elder Wand would work.*

"It would appear that your son has chosen his Mudblood lover over his own father." Voldemort announced to Lucius Malfoy, who looked ready to explode.

"Don't call her that you snake!" Draco shouted. There was a gasp among both groups. No one had ever had the gall to insult the Dark Lord, to his face that is. Also, to hear the Prince of Slytherin use the term snake as an insult was surprising. That is when Lucius finally snapped.

"YOU SICK TRAITOR! YOU ARE NO SON OF MINE!" He raved, spitting, and his long angel-fine hair fanning out around his face like a wild flame.

"Lucius!" Narcissa sighed, gripping his arm. "He's young. He thinks its love. He doesn't know any better! He is your son!"

"He was an accident! You know that as well as I do!" He hissed back. He raised his hand and she flinched away. I swallowed at this sudden public glimpse into Draco's private family life. It was hard, even for me who had already experienced Lucius' cruelty towards Draco. An accident, he had been an accident. I squeezed his fingers as Lucius continued. "I wasn't even sure he was mine until I saw his hair color!"

"Oh my!" I heard Professor McGonagall's voice behind me. She, like me, didn't think that this was a proper time for this to all come out in the open. I almost giggled, even Voldemort seemed, uncertain. It was weird to see him looking uncomfortable. He looked so human. That's when it hit me. It was something that I knew but had never thought about. Voldemort was human. He was once a teenaged boy like Ron or Harry or Neville. He was like Draco, a scared little Slytherin trying to escape his childhood. I looked at Draco next to me, who didn't seem fazed by his father's scathing remarks. He had matured so much in the last few years. He didn't care about his reputation any more he wanted people to either accept him or reject him based on the truth. I loved him even more for that.

"Lucius, as fascinating and entertaining as this is, we have some rather important killing to do. If you would wrap this little family spat up." Voldemort reminded with an overly calm voice, attempting to regain control of the situation. With a shudder at Voldemort's eerie tone, Lucius seemed to pull himself together. He bowed his head in respect and then straightened the cuffs of his suit jacket.

"Of course my Lord." He turned to face us, and looked directly at me. "Perhaps the simple solution here is to remove the cause of Draco's distress." He pulled his wand out of the top part of his cane and pointed it straight at me. He was going to kill me. "Avada Kedavra!"

"NO!" I heard Draco's voice. I closed my eyes and waited.*

I waited as seconds ticked by. Shouldn't I be dead by now, or at least in extreme pain? Maybe I was already dead. There was one way to find out. I opened my eyes and saw silver moonlight. Draco's pale gray eyes thrown wide in pain were all I could see. No! He'd jumped in front of the blast.

"Draco!" I heard Narcissa scream in anguish. "My son! You killed my son! You killed him. You-" She trailed off into gut-wrenching sobs and she sunk to her knees. I heard Lucius' wand clatter to the pavement. I didn't take my eyes of Draco to look, but later I was told that he was trembling all over and looking at his hands as if they had betrayed him. There was silence among the students. There was silence among the Death Eaters. I started crying silently.

"Aaaaugh." Groaned Draco and then he pitched forward. I let go of his hand to wrap my arms around his back and cradle him as his legs collapsed under the weight they could no longer carry. I carefully guided him to the ground, turning him around in the process so that he was looking up at me. I cradled his head as I cried over him. He was fighting it. The Killing Curse usually meant immediate death. I raked my fingers through his beautiful blond hair and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Please don't die." I sniffled with my lips still pressed to his cold skin. "Please. I love you. I need you." He wheezed in response, his eyelashes fluttering. No! I was losing him. I sobbed even harder and pulled him closer to me. "No! Please don't leave me. Please!"

"I love you." He whispered through chapped lips and closed his eyes.

I cried, cradling his lifeless body. I wished that everything could just be undone. Harry and Draco and Remus and Fleur and Fred, they wouldn't be dead any more. I wished that everyone could be given a second chance to make the right choices in their life, the way Draco had. Snape would get the chance to tell Harry's mother that he loved her at least once before she was killed. Lucius and Narcissa would get the chance to be good and loving parents. Draco would get to make real friends and we'd get to go on an actual date. I looked up at Voldemort and at the unreadable look in his eyes. He would get a chance to feel love, to have friends, to have fun, to have a childhood, and to cast the evil out of his heart. I felt stinging white light in the back of my eyes. At first I thought it was anger, anger at what he'd done, but it wasn't that. It was hope and love. I smiled and then I blacked out.

Author's Note: Only one more chapter left. All will be explained soon. I have a question. Which story should I write first after this one ends? I will (hopefully) write them all. But I would love you to rank them by interest, because you guys have been such good readers and ultimately I write for my readers.

Story ideas:

A companion piece to this, where it is the same story line but from Draco's point of view, with some extra scenes. (roughly the same length of this story)

A fic in which Draco stands up to his father and is the one who stops him from calling Voldemort to tell him they captured Harry Potter instead of Dobby doing it. It would involve a great speech and him breaking the Cruciatus Curse simply with his own will…which is sort of cool. (This would probably be only one chapter)

A fic in which he saves Hermione from Bellatrix's torture and shows a sweet side, but ultimately returned to the Death Eaters. (this would be a short one-shot thing).

My first M-rated fanfic in which Draco saves Hermione from being raped by Fenrir Grayback, only to take this punishment himself. (ouchie). I would do this tastefully though, it would be more about his sacrifice than about the actual act of the rape. (probably only one chapter..)

A fic that takes place after the war ends and the 7th years are invited back because they (and everyone) sort of missed a whole year of school. They would be 7th years again and everyone else would stay their same year and the first years would just double up with the incoming students. Hermione and Draco are head boy and girl because it is strictly off of grades (even though Harry rocked potions he wasn't good enough to pass Draco). They are forced to live together because of their rank and she discovers that he has changed, and regrets everything he's done, and he can play the guitar! Sounds corny but I will try to steer it away from that. (full chapter story set throughout the year.)

OR

A fic set in the future when Hermione is working in America. She is working for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and she is sent there to watch over the witches and wizard in New York. She is living well (fairly rich) and she hadn't given more than a passing thought to the name Malfoy since the end of the war. She knew that Lucius received the Dementor's kiss and that Narcissa was thrown in Azkaban. Draco pretty much disappeared after his manor was taken by the government along with everything in it. She wasn't expecting to find him one day on the streets of New York living in a box begging for food. She brings him home with her and helps him. What happened after that was unexpected. (chapter story)

Also here are some pictures I edited. One is a collage and one is just a picture of Draco. They have two quotes. I'd love your opinions on them if you are up for it. Take out the spaces first.

h t t p : / / doctorwho10 . deviantart . com/ art/ Draco-Malfoy-254292887

h t t p : / / doctorwho10 . deviantart . com/ art/ Draco-Malfoy-Mash-Up-1-252995248

1: The one where the scene takes place in the movie when the two sides confront each other when Voldemort brings back Harry's body. You know the scene when Neville makes this limping speech? I took that out, shame really, but it had to go. This story isn't about him.

2. In my mind: When Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to find Voldemort and saw him kill Snape, Draco went to McGonagall. McGonagall, of course, wasn't surprised to see him or that he was asking to help and put him right to work helping bandage wounds. When many people didn't want him tending to their wounds (one of them starts screaming) McGonagall doesn't comment. She pats him on the back and has him work on the unconscious ones.

3. Draco doesn't know about this yet because he wasn't there went Snape was killed. He also doesn't know that the Elder Wand technically belongs to him. In my head: Hermione stopped in briefly to tell him that he had been killed and also how he'd been protecting both him and Harry. He was upset. So she kissed him and started helping him with the injured students. This made McGonagall comment "You two make a good pair." This causes them to blush and her to give a patented "knowing" smile.

4: I thought about ending the chapter here, but it seemed to mean. So I left you with a different cliff-hanger.