Rescuing Draco

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Author's note: So, I'm back! It's been a long time, and I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I hope you enjoy this. Shoutout to pepper potter for reviewing.


"You ready, Ebony?"

Was I ready?

I thought of Draco, with his silvery-greyish blue eyes, and white blonde hair, and smile, and how much I loved him. A boy who had made so many mistakes, but still was able to see the light.

I thought of Voldemort, the snake who turned him over to his side, branded him with the Dark Mark. One who had killed, slaughtered, tortured and done so much evil.

Was I ready?

Yes I was.

"I am," I declared, whispering.

Vampire's emerald eyes were filled with understanding. "Let's do this," he said.

Let's.

And he swiped his wand, using the ritual circle in the middle of which we were standing to annihilate the wards around his lair. It was ritual magic, a type of magic that was not illegal but frowned upon, and seldom used.

And then we were there.


A quick 'Point Me' spell quickly told us where Draco was, and with no semblance of a plan, and no self-preservation, we ran to where he was, disillusionment charms cast over ourselves. Pretty soon, we found ourselves in what seemed like the dungeons, dark, dank and musty, and overall, horrible. There were various closed cells in a row on both sides, and we ran through, peering in through the bars of each cell to see if Draco was in there.

The first few cells were empty, but as we got farther back, we bore witness to the tortured and bloody bodies of men, women and children. My stomach churned. "Oh Merlin," I heard Vampire whisper in horror. "What the hell have they been doing to these poor people."

We did not know whether they were muggles or wizards, but we knew that we could not take them with us. With great regret, we left them behind, moving forward to look for Draco.

Pretty soon, we heard yelling, moaning and groaning, and looked at each other, and knew there was only one who it could be, Draco. Taking off in a sprint, we dashed in the narrow, dungeon halls, until we entered a big room, skidding round the corner and stopping in to see a man with ratty features and mousy brown hair and little, beady, shifty eyes torturing Draco.

"YOU!" hissed Harry, his eyes murderous.

I paid no heed to that, however. All of my attention was on Draco. He was chained to the wall, his hands and feet bound with shackles and dressed in his ragged Hogwarts uniform. Scars littered his exposed skin, and he was bleeding from various wounds.

I started to run over to free him, but I was naive. Before I moved even two steps forward, I had to screech to a halt, because the man threw himself to his knees in front of me.

I stared down at the snivelling rat, no amount of sympathy in me. Vampires were supposed to be dark creatures, weren't they? Well, at least for tonight, I wouldn't stop at anything. I would kill if it meant rescuing Draco. I was so close, tasting victory at the tip of my tongue, and I sure as hell wouldn't let a rat-man stop me.

"Ebony," the rat man said, clutching my legs, and I much wished to kick him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Vampire releasing Draco from his shackles. I turned back to the rat-man, and saw his eyes filled with, to my disgust, lust. I wished to throw up. "I love you," he said, and my eyes widened in shock. What the ever-loving heck! "Will you kiss me?"

Oh-kay, this dude had reached full on levels of CREEPY. For one thing, he was about twice my age, and on the second, he had just been torturing my boyfriend seconds ago. Laughter escaped me, for some reason I did not know why. "What the fuck, dude?" I exclaimed, removing his hands from my legs and rubbing my hands inconspicuously against my jeans. "You torture my boyfriend, and then you say you love me? And want to kiss me? You have serious problems."

And, then to my surprise, I saw something flash in his eyes. Not anger, but nostalgia, and sadness as if he was remembering things of long ago. And then, I got a good look at his attire. Black, with not a hint of color. Studded bracelets he wore on his wrists, and like a bolt of lightning, it hit me. He was another victim of goffickness. And somehow, in me, pity arose.

I took out the dagger that I had hid in my boot, for emergency purposes, or incase I needed to stab someone. Closing my eyes, I raised it, and lowered it. And then, I couldn't. I couldn't. Even with all the wrong he had caused everyone, I for some fucking reason, couldn't do the fucking job! Tears sprang to my eyes, and I held them down. I opened my eyes, looking him in the eye. It was filled with confusion, fear and readiness for what was to come. Readiness for death.

"You've been affected by it too, haven't you?" I whispered.

He stayed silent, petrified, and then, slowly nodded once.

Turning to Vampire, I saw that he was half-supporting Draco. His face was open, and stormy, a mix of emotions. Anger, sadness, confusion. He was so easy to read. "Come on, Harry," I said, and noticed how his eyes widened at the name. I glanced once more to the man on the floor. "Let's go."

He looked at my face, as if searching for answers. Then, he nodded, and cast the spell to take us back.


The circle was almost gone, the candles burnt to little stumps. With a nod to each other, I quickly removed the evidence of the ritual, and together, we took Draco to the Hospital Wing.


A week or two passed. Draco healed. I visited him a lot. So did the others.

The first few days, he was in a half-unconscious haze, like he was not fully centred in reality. It kind of freaked me out, to be honest.

But then, he got better, healing in body, but never mind.


A few days after he rejoined classes normally, he led me to an abandoned classroom.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" I asked, trying to get to Charms. "I've got Charms!"

He turned back to smile at me, and I melted right then and there into a puddle of squishy love. "Somewhere," he replied mysteriously.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine," I pouted. "Keep your secrets."

And then, he pushed open the door, bowing gentlemanly, and gesturing at me to enter first. "Ladies first," he said, with such an over-the-top voice. I snorted.

But as soon as he closed the door, he was all business. He gently pushed me down on a chair, and I sat there, unprotesting, unsure of what he was doing. He pulled up a chair in front of me, and sat down on it. "Now, talk," he said, pointing a pale finger at me.

"What?!"

"Talk," he repeated. "There's something bothering you, I can tell. So, talk."

And with that, the dam broke. The reality of everything came crashing down on me like a giant wave, and I fucking drowned, suffocating under the waters, unable to breathe underwater. I sobbed, gasping for breaths, and tears streamed down my face.

"Hey," Draco, took one of my hands in his, holding it safe and warm, a steady rock. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"It's so unfair!" I said, through my tears. "It's so unfair," I repeated sadly.

"What is?" he prompted me, gentle and kind.

"I wish none of this had happened to me," I admitted. And with those words, the floodgates opened, and the words all came tumbling out with no filter whatsover, half mangled, maybe, but I didn't care. I told him, all my feelings, all my doubts. Everything. About how I felt like a monster thinking about my bloodlust that night. And then, at the end, I just sat in front of him, my face tear-streaked, my eyes dry, and blank like a slate.

Draco didn't say anything. Instead, he just wrapped me up in a warm hug.

"Ebony," he said, after releasing me. "I love you. I don't care what anyone, anyone, says. Before I met you, my life was gloomy. I took the..." he paused, only looking at his left arm. "But, I've changed now," he steadfastly moved on. "I wanna be with you for eternity and millenia. I fucking love you."

And how could anyone say no to that?