Another One Shot for Harry Potter. Please read and review.
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Natural
"Master Draco. They are waiting for you" The house-elf said poking it's head around the door. Draco was sat on his bed, expectantly. He knew this was coming. It was only a matter of time. Without batting even an eyelid, he stood up, and followed the house elf down into the giant reception room.
"Draco, Have a seat" The Dark Lord greeted. Draco walked over, but did not sit down. He knew the Dark Lord well, fighting alongside him for the last year. He had grown to be one of the Dark Lords favourites. He was not going to lose that now.
"Very good, Draco. I need someone like you. I need you to hold the fort. To lead. We have lost numbers, and my Death Eater are quickly giving up, or changing sides. I need you to lead troops" Voldemort said
Draco was dumbfounded by the fact that Voldemort would come into this house. His house and demand him to lead like that!
"My Lord. Nothing in this world comes without consequence and repercussions. Tell me, how can I be a better leader than you?" Draco asked calmly.
This took him back. He was not expecting such a brutal reply. Without some divine intervention, Draco doubted that they would win this war.
"You need to believe more in yourself, Draco. You are powerful. You are feared. You are a natural. Whoever stands with you, stands strong. Meet me in Aberdeen in 5 minutes" Voldemort complimented. With a nod, he disapprated. Leaving Draco alone in the echoing room.
He sauntered upstairs. This was because of him. It was what he deserved. She would have hated this. He stopped his mental monologue. She was gone. He had cast her away. The heartache he was suffering was nothing compared to the fear is they were still together. The heartache made him who he is.
The burn, the anger. The upset. It all fuelled one another, to produce the foulest of emotions. Hate. Which he cast onto those who disagreed with, or despised him. Unfortunately, that was what you needed to be, to have, to survive in the war.
Draco always said that he would rather be on his side than the others. The others would imprison Death Eaters, but would not partake in torture. His side, would. They would not only torture for information, but for fun.
Draco packed his bags, and apparated to the battle, instructed to him by Voldemort. He arrived, and found Voldemort standing in front of a group of 200 or so Death Eaters.
"Ah Draco. You're early. Here. Go over these battle plans. This is your troop. You are due to commence battle in 10 minutes, and not a second later" Voldemort said, before disapparating.
Draco hated being a leader like this. But he pushed that thought out of his mind. He was standing next to the battle. Face up, Draco. You're good at this.
It took Draco no longer than 3 minutes to look at maps, strategies, and to devise a whole new plan. He explained it, and at exactly 10 minutes from when Voldemort fled, the troops flew into battle.
Draco's heart was stone cold as he fired spells, left right and centre. Hating his life, Draco put himself as a front line. First. Leading his troops. Unfortunately, he was not killed. As a matter of fact, they took back Aberdeen in less than 2 hours, with 4 fatalities on his side. Yet the light side fighters were killed, taken prisoner or apparated away. Voldemort was more than happy with this revelation.
Draco joined the Death eaters as they celebrated by having drinks, and torching the villages. Not feeling the slightest bit jolly, Draco was good at faking his excitement. He was a natural at this. Fighting, Leading, Faking. This was what Draco thrived on. He hated it, but he was a natural at it. It's how he made it in this world. Cold. Cut throat. No hesitation. No remorse. Voldemort turned up to join in the festivities, amazed how Draco had managed in 2 hours what the previous leader could not accomplish in two months.
A clap on the back was all his congratulations, and the festivities continued.
Draco, barely buzzed from the alcohol and recreational drugs used to celebrate, was walking around the battlefield, when lights behind the trees caught his eye. He watched intently as some light side soldiers wandered across.
Alerting his troops, they advanced and despite their intoxication. Easily killed and captured the intruders. Within half an hour of spotting the soldiers. It was all over. But the night was still young. Draco knew better than to put his soldiers to rest.
Draco was setting up a guide patrol around the outskirts of the battle site, when he was summoned by one of the troops. They had captured a high ranking light-side soldier and needed Draco to over see the the torture for information.
Draco walked over and found none other than Professor McGonagall bound to a chair
"Draco" she greeted. But failed to hide the horror in her voice
"Yes ma'am. Dark Lords finest" a very drunk Greyback added.
"Leave us" Draco instructed. They did as they were told
"I remember you being a sweet young boy. Before you got drawn into this. What went wrong" she asked calmly. That's when it dawned on him. They were kids. Fighting the adults. What a stupid battle.
"Where's Potter?" Draco asked
"Safe" McGonagall replies. Draco pulls out his wand and sliced across her cheek. She bled. But she did not scream
"Where is Potter" Draco repeated. His wand opening up the wound. Blood leaving her body like the idea of peace and forgiveness. And a few drops of veritserum, the imperious curse and more pain. The truth slipped from her lips.
"He's already dead" McGonagall admitted
Draco heard her confession as it slipped almost silently from her lips. Wasting no time he pulled up his sleeve. And pressed a long finger to his dark mark. Within Seconds, Voldemort was by his side
"This had better be important Draco" he insisted
"Tell the Dark Lord what you just told me" Draco hissed at the tired professor
"Harry Potter. He's already dead" she said
"Veritserum?" Voldemort asked
"And the imperius curse" Draco confirmed
"Get me Granger and Weasley" Voldemort instructed. "You have two weeks" he added
During those two weeks Draco orchestrated almost 40 battles and won them all. He had lost less than 10 soldiers. But had not found Granger or Weasley. It pained him to think that she had already perished.
Then, on day 13 of the 14 he was given. He declared War on a small town in Pembrokeshire. Amazingly, he found none other than Granger and Weasley. But no Potter. Almost confirming McGongagall's story.
He and his soldiers kidnapped the pair and brought them to Malfoy Manor. Where they resided in cells.
He spent a few joyous hours torturing Weasley. Who started begging for Hermione to be set free. Draco grew angrier as the more pain crossed him from hearing love for his woman from another mans lips. But, he supposed. That was what he was due. His heartbreak had put her in this position. If he had stayed with her. He could keep her safe. But she would never agree to that. As soon as she found out who he was, he left her. Before he could even explain himself.
Eventually he got tired of Crucio-ing Weasleys tired body. And left him alone to suffer the pain of his wounds and injuries. Draco hated himself for what he was about to do. He was a hunter. She was his prey.
He took a deep breath. And entered her prison. She jumped at his presence.
"Malfoy" she hissed
"Hermione" he greeted. His voice pleasant. Her eyes calmed at his voice
"Draco. Please" she begged him
"Is Potter really dead?" He asked she lowered her eyes and nodded.
"Mia I know when you're lying to me" he muttered quietly. She remained silent, as he brought his hand and traced it over her cheek softly. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and wiping a tear from her cheek. She refused to look him in the eye and as much as he craved seeing her beautiful orbs again, he was thankful. As it would make it easier for him.
"I'm sorry" he whispered. Before bringing his wand onto her. Her body twisted as she cried out in pain.
Controlling himself. He was able to maintain the curse without faltering. He was a natural at this. Trained by the best. His pain fuelling his heart of stone. He had lost her. He was not going to get her back. Why not be cold.
He had to survive. He had to keep his mother alive. But he wanted her alive too. He stopped the curse
"Draco. Please" she begged. Gasping for air.
He walked over to her and kissed her. Unable to help himself. She did not kiss back. That hurt. He backed away.
"Where is he?" He asked as he heard the gentle hiss of the snake behind. Voldemort turned to Draco
"Any news?" He asked Hermione looked at him. Expectantly. Waiting for him to the Voldemort what he had just learned
"Nothing" Draco said. His eyes not leaving Hermione's. Hers silently thanked Draco. In a barely noticeable blink.
Voldemort did not see. Fully convinced in her words and cast his own Crucio upon the witch. Draco has been subject to the Dark Lords punishments on many occasions
He cast his own charm. Silent. Not noticeable. Taught to him by Bellatrix. Her screams silenced. He knew that she was still in pain, but it was nothing as to what Voldemort was unleashing on her only second earlier.
Only minutes later, she fell to the floor barely conscious. Her eyes glued on to Draco's. Draco watched, as Ron. The other side of the prison stood up. Fury in his eyes.
Draco turned to see him. He matched Draco's glare. Eye to eye. Draco noticed something wrong in Ron's eyes. They lacked their usual dazed look. No. These were not the brown eyes of a Weasley. They were green. Draco stepped back. He glanced at Hermione; whose eyes begged him not to say anything.
Draco nodded silently at her. And instead, threw his wand at Ron, who caught the wand and cast a curse at Voldemort. Taken aback by the betrayal in front of him, Voldemort. Yes. You bad to be stone cold to make it in the world Voldemort had created, but it took heat to abolish the cold!
Hermione and Draco watched as Ron battled Voldemort. His strain in his face turning his hair brunette, a scar forming on his forehead. No. It was not Harry Potter that was dead, it was Ron. Harry had defeated Voldemort.
Voldemort's body shattered to the floor. Dead. Draco released Harry and Hermione. McGonagall appeared with Dobby.
"Explain" She said, weakly
"We knew that they would not stop until Harry was dead. Ron was killed in crossfire, so we plucked out some hairs and Harry has been living off polyjuice potion for the last few months. Only us three knew so if anyone else was tortured it would be kept secret" Hermione explained.
Draco sent out word that Voldemort was having a huge meeting the following morning, and all Death Eaters were to attend. Being Draco, everyone listened, and Harry was able to gather enough aurors to capture all the Death Eaters.
Except Draco. Draco knew he would never get his girl back, but saving her life, and the rest of the wizarding world was a good start he thought.