ABC Drarry

A/N: Here is the letter G.

G = Greyback – Draco attacked by Greyback, suggested by AccioFirebolt8853

G is for...Greyback

The manor wasn't home anymore, it was a house of horrors. A house where Draco was living in hell – every day.

Each day brought a new living nightmare. Voldemort was using The Manor as headquarters, meaning Draco had to witness far too many atrocious things. He watched as the truly terrifying werewolf Greyback, and his group of snatchers brought group after group of captors. He recognised many faces. He knew Loony Lovegood and Olivander – to name a few.

He was constantly on edge, living in fear. He had witnessed people he knew, even people he loved be tormented, have the cruciatus curse put on them – being witness to that awful snake eating a Hogwarts teacher. Draco shuddered – too many horrible acts, he didn't think he'd ever be the same again.

He feared for his parent's lives, as well as his own. He was always on high alert, he had to be around Voldemort, his crazy aunt Bella and the other death eaters. Greyback wasn't technically a Death Eater, but he was willing to help The Dark Lord, as he got to bite and maim as he pleased. This frightened Draco more than he cared to admit.


The Dark Lord had turned his name into a taboo, knowing that a lot of The Order of the Phoenix would call him Voldemort – revealing their location as soon as they uttered his name.

Draco's worst nightmare came true when Greyback hauled in his latest group of people he caught. Draco knew immediately that it was the golden trio. His stomach dropped, his heart was beating so hard, and all he wanted to do was run to Potter, to apparate him out of there – save him.

He had witnessed far too much violence, evil, and lives being destroyed. He was holding himself together rather well, but Draco knew he wouldn't be able to stand by and watch Potter be tortured, or, killed. Not him – anyone but him.

Draco was thankful for the fact Voldemort wasn't here at the moment. Greyback was insistent, he was adamant that he had captured Potter, and he wanted his reward.

His mother and father were reluctant to commit to summoning Voldemort. They wanted to be sure before they did so. They were merely being tolerated by Voldemort, calling him back, when it was not Potter, would make him furious.

Draco snuck quick glances at Potter when his parents were busy discussing how to proceed. Harry's face was unrecognisable due to swelling, but Draco just knew it was him. He looked a state, but being on the run, doing Merlin knows what probably did not help matters. Granger and Weasley looked just as bad, minus the swollen faces.

His mother and father asked him to confirm if it was Harry Potter. He didn't need to have a closer look, it was Potter. However, he told his parents he could not be sure – he didn't know.

He had no idea how Potter was going to get himself out of this one. It didn't bare thinking about, Draco could not lose Potter.

His aunt Bella came in, spotted a sword – she claimed it was from her vault. She was frantic, she tortured Granger to get information, whilst Potter and Weasley were taken to the dungeons. Draco was trying to think of a way to save them – save him. He couldn't concentrate, as much as he bullied Granger, he did not want to see the poor girl tortured.

His blood ran cold when he realised that his aunt had summoned Voldemort. Then everything happened so quickly, Potter and Weasley were in the room, Potter took the wands out of his hand – he had a weak grip on them.

As Potter was close he made a split decision, he didn't want to be here when the dark lord returned, he whispered desperately to Potter, "Take me with you. Please." He begged, frightened and scared.

Before Potter had a chance to process what Draco was asking, he was gone, the Malfoy's former house elf had saved them – leaving Draco behind. Wandless and facing his aunt's and lord Voldemort's wrath. He wanted to break down and cry – he was still in this hell house.

A few days later Draco was feeling completely lost, he needed to get out of the manor, he needed help – he wished Dumbledore was still alive. He could accept his offer of a safe house, for him and his mother at least.

Once again Greyback was prowling the halls of the manor, Draco was about to do a complete turn around to avoid walking by him when Greyback called to him.

He stopped and listened as Greyback insulted him, taunted him. He felt defenceless he had no wand, he was tired, weak and just exhausted.

"You know what Malfoy, I blame you for me missing out on the reward on Potter's head." He spat, standing too close for Draco's liking.

"Oh, how so?" He asked, voice as steady as he could make it.

"We both knew it was him, yet you refused to identify him." He growled.

Draco had no answer for that, instead, he replied, "I do not have to answer to you."

This only angered him. He shoved Draco against the wall and threatened him.

Draco could not let Greyback know that he was frightened, he shoved him back, "You would not dare. My parents would kill you."

"I'm sure by the time they found you, you'd be dead and I'll be long gone." He sneered, as he dragged Draco to a fireplace, floo'ing out of the manor before anyone even noticed that Greyback was there.

Draco panicked, his parents were busy with the dark lord, and he often wandered The Manor for hours. His parents wouldn't notice his absence for a long time. He appeared to be in an old, very dirty cabin. Draco guessed this was one of the places Greyback would go when it was a full moon, it was in the middle of the nowhere. Draco had no wand, couldn't apparate – and Greyback had closed the floo.

"What do you want?" He pleaded as he scrambled away from the maniac.

"Just to teach you a lesson. You're not better than me, you're not protected anymore." He taunted, gleefully.

That was the start of his torturous time locked in a cabin, with a crazy wolf, who often attacked him – luckily he hadn't bitten him. Draco suspected Greyback wouldn't dare go as far as that – not with a Malfoy.

Draco had no idea how long he had been locked away, but it felt like an eternity. He was hungry, he was thirsty, tired, and injured. In his lowest moments he hoped Greyback would lose his control and kill him – at least this would be over.

He heard noises and prayed that Greyback had his fill of maiming innocents tonight, then he would leave him alone.

"...Someone's here." He heard a male voice mumbling.

"Shh, we don't know who it is. It's definitely not Greyback, we know for a fact he's attacking those muggles in Bristol." A female voice answered.

Draco held his breath, a small hopeful part of him thought he recognised the man's voice. Deciding he had nothing to lose, Draco stepped forwards, out of the dark corner he was previously crouched in.

He cheered internally, when two faces swivelled around to him, one of them was his old school professor – professor Lupin.

"Help me." He pleaded, unable to walk towards them as he was chained by the ankle to the wall.

It turns out the woman with Lupin was his cousin, they unchained him and took him to a safe house – that belonged to The Order of The Phoenix.

It took a few days before Draco was able to concentrate on any conversation. They fed him, cleaned him up, and healed his injuries as much as possible. When he was finally able to function without passing out, he went in search of someone – anyone. Being alone in a room for days was getting tedious.

He found Lupin in the small kitchen, he greeted him warmly and asked him how he was feeling.

"Much better, thank you." He answered as he sat at the small worn table.

Lupin handed him a cup of tea, "We were told of your sudden disappearance, and we hoped you had not been sent on a secret mission for the dark lord."

Draco shuddered, "Who told you I was missing?" he asked.

Lupin smiled, a small controlled smile, "I cannot go into details, just a member of the order who has access to the manor."

Draco frowned, "A spy? Why didn't they help me? Why didn't they help Potter when they were brought to the manor?"

"They were not there during the capture of Harry. Harry, Ron and Hermione are safe, or were safe when we last spoke with them." He gravely announced he knew Draco wasn't a threat. He wouldn't be going back to the wrong side.

Draco felt sick, he knew Potter was at risk of dying every day, but it still didn't stop him reacting every time he was reminded of the dangers Potter faced.

Draco confessed all to his former professor. Admitted that he would have taken Dumbledore up on his offer of refuge if they hadn't been interrupted on the tower. All about the horrors of the goings on at the manor, his fear for the death of his family. He admitted that he knew it was Potter but refused to confirm his identity.

"Can I stay?" he asked hesitantly, unsure if he would be turned away for being a death eater.

"Of course. Unfortunately, for your own safety, you will have to remain hidden, stay in this safe house." Remus informed Draco.

From then onwards Draco helped the order as much as possible, he justified it by saying everything he told them would help save his mother and Potter. He gave them everything he knew of the dark lords plans – it wasn't much, details of the manor and names of death eaters. He had switched sides, he did it to stay alive and to hopefully help Potter stay alive too.

After a few weeks of being at the safe house, he was informed that his mother had been told that he was in hiding, safe, with the order. She was relieved, but would remain at the manor, so Lucius and the dark lord wouldn't get suspicious.

Months later everything came to a head, the order was called to fight. The death eaters had gotten into Hogwarts, and news that Potter was there had spread. Draco refused to remain in hiding, he had to fight, he had to make sure his mother was safe, that Potter had a chance – he wanted the dark lord gone. He couldn't sit by and do nothing.

A lot happened during that battle, Draco saw Potter and his friends go into the room of hidden things, then Crabbe and Goyle following. He knew they'd be up to no good, he had to warn Potter.

Crabbe wanted to kill Potter, Draco yelled at him to not kill Potter in desperation. Then Crabbe the fool had cast Fiendfyre and they were all doomed. They were all going to die, and all Draco could think, was Potter was going to die without knowing how he felt about him.

Then there he was, swooping down on a broom, saving him. Draco clung to him so tightly, thankful Potter was alive. Draco did not want to let go, but soon Potter was dashing off, giving Draco such an intense look before he ran off. That single look held so much information.

That one look told Draco, that Potter knew, that Potter felt it too, that Potter was going to save him – save them all.

Then it happened, Draco's worst fear. Potter was dead, his limp body being carried in the arms of Hagrid. Draco was crushed, truly crushed – he wanted to run to Potter. His mother appeared at his side, she showed no emotion, just took hold of his hand, squeezing it once before letting it go.

Potter did it, he fooled the dark lord – he defeated him. Everything was going to be alright he thought as he sat with his parents in the great hall. He felt like he shouldn't be here, among the grieving. It was unbearable, he could see so many lifeless, cold bodies laid out in the hall. It hurt to see Professor Lupin and his cousin among them – they saved him from Greyback.

He knew a time would come for explanations, explanations to his parents, society, and most importantly Potter. For now, he just wanted to leave the hall, leave these hurt people to their grief. He left with his parents, uncertain of his fate.

It was, of course, Potter who saved them once again, Potter's testimony prevented him from going to prison. He told the wizengamot about his mothers lie to the dark lord, his reluctance to identify him, and his switch to the order, towards the end. Everything – and it worked. The Malfoy's were free, free of lord Voldemort, free from danger and free from serving the rest of their lives in prison. Draco personally thought his father deserved to be sentenced, but he didn't dare voice his opinion.

Weeks passed with no contact with Potter. Until one day he suddenly appeared, thanked Draco's mother, returned his own wand to him.

Draco stopped him on his way out, "This cannot be it, it cannot end like this." Draco announced, scared that Potter would be lost to him forever.

"What other option is there?" Potter uttered quietly.

Draco had to take a stand, take that risk, he reached out and took hold of Harry's hand, "I cannot lose you, not after everything we've been through. Just answer me this, do you feel it too?" he looked deep into Harry's eyes, he had butterflies in his stomach and his heart was beating so fast.

The tension was thick, Draco clutched onto Harry's hand, trying to show Harry all that he felt through his eyes.

"Yes, I feel it too. But wh-"

Draco silenced Harry by caressing the side of his face, he had his answer – Harry felt it too, that was all he needed to know. He moved in and softly kissed Harry. Knowing this was the start of a new chapter in his life.