Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling so there is sadly no way Harry Potter is mine…
Placing: 29 years after the war.
Challenge: 'Prompt of the day'. Prompt: (song) F. F. F. - Bebe Rexha feat. G-Eazy . 1005 words. Gryffindor, Hogwarts.
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Draco Malfoy sat inside his office, staring at the photograph of his waving and smiling son and wife.
He closed his eyes, refusing to cry like he had done so many times before in the past.
They were dead.
Dead.
Dead.
And it was all his fault!
Well, it hadn't been his fault directly, but if he hadn't trusted… if he hadn't been friends…
No, in the end it didn't matter if he had been friends with the people who killed his family. In the end, it didn't matter if he hadn't been at fault of not – it hadn't been his decision…
"But you trusted them," he thought darkly. "You trusted them to take your wife and child to the train. You trusted them to look after your child while you had to work – and they killed your wife and child without any regret!"
That was something Draco still couldn't understand.
He had been friends with Pansy Parkinson and Gregory Goyle - they had been his friends since before Hogwarts even! They and him and Vincent Crabbe – they had been the best friends!
Yes, Draco had to admit that he hadn't always been a true friend to them, but after the war, he had changed. He had tried to make up for his mistakes and be the friend they deserved – and they had paid him by killing his family and everybody else on the platform.
Draco had hunted them after that, them and their associates.
Gregory Goyle had died at his hands, thanks to Longbottom's strategies. But Parkinson had been trickier. She and five others had vanished and nobody had been able to find her again.
Draco had never overcome the loss, but after five years of search, he had decided to dedicate his life to something other than revenge.
He wanted to make it right – and to do so he had to find a different way than revenge. Revenge didn't make it right. Revenge didn't bring back his family or show him that those three friends he had had were fake friends, friends he could do without…
Oh, how he wished he would have known that little fact growing up!
He had trusted them!
Trusted them with his own life, with everything he did, with his family!
What a stupid Slytherin he had been, what a Gryffindor in a snake's skin!
And Draco wanted to change that – but he couldn't do so alone.
He needed somebody on his side, somebody with abilities that would aid him when he tried to change what seemed to be unchangeable right now.
So Draco had decided to speak to Longbottom – the man who had singlehandedly taken down those people who had killed their families. The man who had made sure that except of Pansy and her five cohorts – those six had long been gone before they even found the group – nobody escaped.
Neville Longbottom, a Gryffindor at heart, was but a terrifying snake hidden in the lion's fur if enraged – at least that had been Draco's impression. And Draco was willing to risk it and take Longbottom back into the past with him. He might not truly know the man, but he would be damned to leave a man like that back in the future.
There was just one problem with that decision...
It was nothing, just a little issue...
The issue that Longbottom insisted on taking Potter with them – and Potter was more than unhinged since the day his family died…
"Still," Draco mused. "Potter has his good side, too. He is a dangerous individual – and a lot less like the Gryffindor moron he was back then…"
Maybe, it was even more than a lot less Gryffindor...
Draco might not be willing to admit it, but Potter had managed to shed his lion's fur and come out a basilisk. The wizarding world was terrified of the man – even if they didn't have to fear him that much, since Potter always just went after those who deserved it.
"Still, it is terrifying to know what a monster is out there, hidden in the night," Draco thought darkly.
And Potter was a monster.
He had turned into one the moment his wife and children had died – and not even the current Head Auror dared to go against him for the fear of death at Potter's hands.
"More than terrifying," Draco mused aloud.
"If you're thinking about me," a voice suddenly spoke up. "You might be right."
Draco flinched and looked up.
But it wasn't Potter standing at his office door, but Lovegood – pardon, Scamander.
"Scamander," he said surprised. "What are you doing here?"
The woman looked through him, her eyes dreamy.
"I was told by the nargels to come here and talk to you," she said. "They told me that you planned to go on a journey and it would benefit me if I came with you…"
Draco's eyebrows furrowed.
"I'm not planning to go on any journey, Scamander," he said, denying everything.
She just raised an eyebrow, which looked terrifying since her eyes seemed to clear and bore into him the moment she did.
"You're going to journey into the past," she said. "I will come with you."
"Scamander –"
"They took my boys, Malfoy," she said, her dreamy voice oddly hard. "They took my husband. Now I will make sure that they won't take anybody else ever again!"
"Your husband –"
"Is as good as dead," she said. "He might not have died, but sharing the room with the elder Longbottoms isn't better."
Draco closed his eyes.
"It isn't," he allowed.
Luna Scamander smiled cruelly.
"Then you admit that I have every right to come with you?" She asked.
"I didn't plan the ritual for four people –"
"I have the calculations," she replied, her cruel smile not vanishing.
Draco gulped.
He had a feeling that he shouldn't dare to object further.
"Alright, Scamander," he said. "You can come with us."
"Good," she replied and turned around to leave his office again. "I'll wait for you at the veil."
Then she stepped out.
Just before she closed the door, she added another thing that stopped Draco in his tracks.
"By the way," she said. "Harry took down Parkinson and the missing five. They're beautifully arranged. If you ask, Neville or Harry will even be willing to provide the memory."
The door closed, leaving Draco to wonder if it was odd to suddenly feel grateful towards his former arch-enemy…
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