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"You've disgraced us. The Malfoy name."

Lucius stood in front of his son as they stood on the balcony of the fourth floor of the manor. Draco looked over his shoulder at the long way down before looking back at his father who continued to admonish him.

"How could you do this? After all I've done for you? I gave you everything-"

"Things, father." Draco responded carefully. "You gave me lots of things. But you didn't give me what I really needed."

"And what did you really need?"

Draco didn't respond and a smirk once again came over the face of Lucius.

"Is it love, Draco? You don't think that I loved you?"

"All you did was try to tell me how to think!" Draco then shouted. "To hate people for no good reason. I did horrible things to people because of the things you told me, that purebloods are superior to everyone else."

"That's because we are!"

"No, father. We're all just people. No better or worse."

Rage was now the expression that Lucius now held as he gripped his wand tighter in his hand.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing!"

"Father-" Draco began.

"Stop! I don't want to remember you this weak!"

Narcissa in the meantime was watching the whole exchange with her breath caught in her throat, wishing that she had never sent the letter to her son at all, she should have known he would have come here anyway.

Draco then watched as his father pointed his wand at him. He then remembered Harry telling him about that dream of his that his father killed him. He couldn't believe that, but there was something in his father's eyes that he had never seen before. Maybe his time in Azkaban had hardened him to the point he could do something like this.

Not wanting to see this coming, Draco closed his eyes. But just as he did he could hear the sound of something soaring through the air. Something was coming towards him, fast but he refused to open his eyes.

Lucius was about the shout the killing curse at his son when suddenly he saw a figure in the sky flying towards the balcony. Harry was on his firebolt and came flying down, grabbing Draco's arm and pulling him up off the balcony. The weight of his god-brother made him yell out as the pain in his shoulder made him feel that his shoulder might have separated.

Draco shouted out in surprise as he felt his feet leave the ground and looked up to see that it was Harry on his broom.

"Harry! What are you doing?!"

"I'm saving you, you prat!" Harry shouted back.

However, he was going so fast and was so intent on saving Draco that he really wasn't paying attention now and he was flying much lower now and crashed right through the window in the first floor of the manor. The sound of the crash distracted Bellatrix on the upper floor, and when Narcissa saw her opening she jumped up and punch Bellatrix in the face, making her fall backwards and hitting her head on the dresser. Lucius then spun around and fired a curse as Narcissa ran from the room which missed her by an inch.

Back downstairs, Harry and Draco both groaned as they struggled to get off the floor as they were surrounded by pieces of the house and broken glass.

"Harry, how did you get out of that curse?"

"Never mind." Harry growled back as he pulled out a piece of glass from his arm which was now bleeding. Draco too had a cut above his eyebrow.

"My father tried to kill me." Draco then gasped. "My own father tried to kill me!"

"I did warn you, Draco!"

"Oh sure, when I was about to leave and I was just about guaranteed to not believe you!"

"Forget it! Let's just find your mother and get out of here!"

As the two teens staggered to their feet, the elevator had come down to the first floor and when the doors opened Narcissa quickly ran out, looking around widely for her son.

"Draco!"

"Down here!" He yelled.

Narcissa ran down the hall and quickly ran to her son when she saw him, then looked surprised to see that Harry was here as well.

"I told you boys not to come here!"

"I had to save you!" Draco then yelled. "You should be thanking me!"

"Come on." Harry then spoke. "We need to get out of here."

"Stupify!"

A spell was fired from the staircase which hit Draco's back, causing him to fly forward and crash right into his mother, knocking them both to the ground. Harry quickly spun around and saw that Lucius was coming down the steps. He quickly lifted his wand and fired a curse at him which the older man blocked.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Lucius seethed. "This is family business."

"They are my family."

Lucius cocked his head in confusion just as Harry fired a another curse at him. Again it was blocked as Lucius fought his way down the rest of the steps until he was on the floor. They continued firing spells at each other until one got through and hit Harry in his damaged arm causing him to stumble over his feet and fall to the floor. His wand rolled from his fingers and he backed himself up until he was against the wall as Lucius prepared to finish him off.

Turning his head as he recovered Draco saw what was going on and his eyes widened when he saw his god-brother in trouble. Lucius pointed his wand at Harry and yelled;

"Avada-"

Draco lifted his wand and fired a spell into the air. It hit the chain that was attached to the chandelier in the ceiling which snapped and it began falling to the ground, right where his father was standing.

Lucius looked up and screamed just as the chandelier came down on him, killing him instantly. The loud boom and then more glass shattering made Harry, Draco, and Narcissa all cover up to protect themselves. When everything settled Draco looked back at the graphic scene, his father's body underneath the giant chandelier as he could see blood beginning to seep out onto the floor.

Harry looked over at his god-mother as Narcissa got up and tried to turn Draco away.

"Don't look." She said but Draco wouldn't look away. The stunning realization coming to him.

His father was dead.

About an hour later, aurors had filled the Malfoy Manor which had now become the scene of a death. Lucius' body had been taken away as the aurors tried to fight away the press that had shown up as well as interview Narcissa, trying to find out what had happened here. In the meantime, healers had attended to both Harry and Draco. Once his arm was taken care of, Harry walked into the dining room where he saw Draco go to in order to get away from everyone. He knew his god-brother wanted to be alone but Harry felt like he needed someone right now.

"What the hell do you want?" Draco asked when he saw him.

Harry bit his lip.

"I just wanted to see if...you were okay."

"I'm fine."

They both stood in an uncomfortable silence for a moment before Draco spoke up again in a subdued voice;

"Thanks for saving me."

"You saved my life too. That makes us even."

"Killing my father in the process."

"You didn't do it on purpose. You're not a murderer, I know that."

"You're probably the only one who thinks that."

"What do you mean?"

Draco let out a bitter laugh.

"It's that what everyone thinks? Isn't that what I am? Just a foul, evil, Death Eater in training?"

"No, you're not that." Harry responded as he shook his head.

"Then what am I?"

"You're my god-brother. And you're stuck with me, whether you like it or not."

Draco couldn't help a small smile appear on his face after he heard that. Harry then surprised the both of them as he walked over and hugged the other boy.

After a few seconds…Draco reluctantly returned it.