Trigger warnings: torture, vomit.
- Hogwarts Hallways, 18th of December 1995 –
"We might not make it in time, Draco," Hermione breathed heavily, her hand firmly in his as they ran up the stairs to the seventh floor. They were supposed to be meeting Harry, Luna, Remus, and Sirius at the Room of Requirement since there would be a thunderstorm tonight. But after dinner, they had lost track of time at the library, and they were running more than late. "If the first lightning hits before we're there, then-"
"It will be fine," he assured her, running his thumb over her knuckles as they rounded another corner. "You don't need to drink the potion before lightning strikes."
Hermione smiled at him and nodded. "Alright then, but we-"
"And where are you two going so late at night?"
The pair came to an abrupt stop, Hermione nearly bumping into his back. Draco eyed Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle who were at the other end of the hallway warily. He stood in front of Hermione protectively, unsure of what they were planning. The three of them were part of the Inquisitorial Squad after all, and just like in the first timeline, they had taken to their positions and used their status to bully and belittle other people.
"I was just going to return a book to Ginny," Hermione cleverly answered, wiping her curls out of her face before she started opening her book bag and pulled a copy of their fourth year potions book out of her bag.
Draco turned his head and smirked at his girlfriend. Thank Merlin for her studious ways and interest in potions. No one but her would be carrying last year's curriculum around.
"Hurry along then, Granger," Pansy stiffly said, her arms crossed as she took in the two of them. "Draco on the other hand, will need to come with us and explain himself to Professor Umbridge."
"For what?" he scoffed, frowning at her. "Accompanying my girlfriend to the seventh floor?"
"She had reason to be here, Malfoy. You did not. Or were you two planning to use your prefect privileges to come back late to the common room? Perhaps, find yourself an empty classroom and-"
"That's preposterous," Hermione huffed, harshly stuffing the book back in her book bag, her fingers fumbling with the clasp in her nervousness. They were really late now. "We would never do such a thing. It is not against the rules to walk the hallways in pairs, is it?"
"Run along, Granger," Pansy threatened Hermione again, pointing her chin in the general direction of the Gryffindor common room. "Unless you too want to join Draco at Umbridge's office?"
Hermione eyed Draco worriedly and bit her bottom lip. She did not want him to face the toad on his own, but if she didn't make it to the Room of Requirement soon, then she might miss her chance and she would need to wait for the next thunderstorm before she too could turn into an animagus.
"It's alright, love," Draco assured her, making sure he didn't make eye contact in case Pansy would catch on to their private conversation. "You tell the others what happened and that I'm headed to Umbridge. I'm sorry I can't be there when you find out your animagus form, but I'm certain you will love it. I will see you later in the Common Room."
Not daring to kiss him goodbye under Pansy's glare, just in case it would get Draco in even more trouble with Umbridge, Hermione rushed off towards the seventh floor, leaving the blond alone with the three other Slytherins. With another worried look over her shoulder, she finally disappeared and Draco let out a deep breath, the tension leaving his body. He would make damned sure that Mione was out of the toad's grasp.
"You know, I never realised what you saw in that little bookworm," Pansy remarked, studying her nails as they led him to Umbridge's office. "She's not even proper Sacred Twenty-Eight like we are. Just the daughter of squibs."
"I understand you have issues wrapping your brain around such things, Parkinson," Draco drawled. "After all, you never were the sharpest tool in the shed."
"Watch your tongue, Malfoy." The witch turned around and poked at his chest, Goyle and Crabbe flanking her, sneering at him in disdain. "I can make your life very difficult here at Hogwarts."
Draco couldn't help but laugh. His eyes darkened when Pancy tried to come into his personal space again and he caught her hand, stopping her from touching him again. Goyle snatched his arm forward, attempting to stop Draco but with one look from the blond, he cowardly stepped back again.
"As I said, you are not the sharpest tool in the shed. I could make life very difficult for you outside of Hogwarts. These will be the best years of your life, Pansy. The only ones where you will get a taste of what it is like to be in control. Enjoy them for as long as you can. Because once we walk out of these doors, you will be nothing more than a tiny little cockroach no one wants to associate with."
Pansy pulled her wrist out of his grip angrily. "You shouldn't be so full of yourself, Draco. You might be the Prince of Slytherin, but there are more enemies in the snake's den than you could ever imagine."
Hands in his pockets, he leaned forward and whispered dangerously. "I'm counting on it. Makes it easier when I need to chop off the treacherous serpents' heads."
The witch took a step backwards, the threat having done exactly what he'd wanted. "You're just messing with us," she answered with a shrill voice. "There's nothing you could do. Nothing you know. You and Daphne have both betrayed the rest of us. Being friends with blood traitors and mudblood scum, you-"
Draco grinned. It was nearly frightening how easy it was for him to fall back into his death eater persona, even if it had been so many years. They had no idea the things he'd seen. The things he'd done. The things he was prepared to do to protect the people he loved. "You have no idea what I'm capable of. And you do not want to find out."
The rest of the walk to Umbridge's office was quiet, even if Goyle tried to taunt him further. Instead, Draco's mind drifted off and he asked Deandra if she could keep an eye on his friends as they finally discovered their animagus forms.
Less than a minute later, he could feel the spirit's amusement through the bond they shared.
"Harry is quite pleased that he too has gotten wings," she proudly stated. "But unlike you, his animagus form is rather inconspicuous. Some might even think him to be invisible."
Luckily, Draco's occlumency was in place. Else, his surprise would surely have been visible on his face. "Invisible. You don't mean… A thestral?"
"Quite suitable for the Master of Death, don't you think? " Draco could feel the spirit smile fondly. "Making Hermione Heiress Malfoy also seems to have expanded her core, allowing her to turn into something more than a regular animal. Maybe she can prowl the halls together with Crookshanks soon, seeing as she's currently chasing Harry in her kneazle form. Actually, Sirius and Remus are both changing her now. The Professor turned into an Alaskan Malamute. " Deandra's laughter rang in his mind and he could catch a glimpse of Mione trying to pounce on Sirius' back, tackling him to the floor together with Professor Lupin.
"A kneazle? Mione? Crookshanks will be most pleased with his mistress," Draco smiled. He had never expected her to be a winged creature, considering she was so keen to stay on the ground. But her intelligence, protectiveness, and independence matched that of her own familiar. She would also be able to blend in with her surroundings, considering more than a few witches and wizards owned a kneazle as a familiar.
The door in front of him opened finally, taking him out of his musings. "Thank you, Miss Parkinson, I will take it from here," Umbridge stated.
He could still feel Deandra lingering on the edge of his thoughts, ready to aid him if needed, as he walked into the pink office. "Please sit, Lord Malfoy."
He knew that Umbridge was not to be trusted. Unease filled him, even if he kept his occlumency in place once he sat down in one of the pink chairs across from her desk. Not wanting her to feel as if she was in charge, he lounged down comfortably and acted as if he was perfectly at home, his left foot resting on his right knee.
"Tea?"
"Yes, thank you, Professor," he nodded, unsure why she was being so friendly towards him. He graciously accepted the teacup and did not have to wait long. His godfather had taught him to recognise this particular potion in the first timeline, despite it being both odourless and colourless. He had brewed it alongside him for Voldemort and his cronies more often than not. Was it really a surprise that Umbridge would resort to such trickery? To lace his tea with veritaserum? If he hadn't seen the peculiar little air bubbles on the side of his cup, he might have never noticed it.
"Is the tea not to your liking, Lord Malfoy?" the witch inquired, waiting for him to drink. She did not seem to be as good an occlumence as he was, however. He could see how eager she was for him to drink the potion. There was even a hint of suspicion. As if she was unsure if he had detected the potion and her true intentions alongside it.
"I like to take my tea with a teaspoon of honey and a hint of milk, if you don't mind, Professor?" He smiled politely, using all the charm his mother had taught him when he had to attend the dullest tea parties in Britain.
"Please, help yourself." The toad pushed the pot of honey closer to him, giving Draco barely a few seconds to come up with a plan.
"Do you think she will notice if I vanish it silently and act as if I'm drinking?" he asked Deandra, the spirit's anger fuelling his own. "Or do you think the potion will not have any effect on me like the Imperius curse didn't? Oclumency should also work, but considering the dosage she seemingly has put in, one can never be sure."
Deandra thought about it carefully while he put honey and a bit of milk in his cup. "I do believe it might work, little dragon. She might have a spell on the cup so you are unable to vanish its contents away. It might even alert her if you attempt to do so. Proceed with caution, however. Merlin knows what she is up to if she's lured you in here under false pretences, and is now trying to drug you with a truth serum."
He could feel Deandra's anxiousness as he carefully sipped his tea. Instantly, he felt compelled to share his deepest secrets. Taking another sip before he could be questioned, he pushed everything behind his occlumency walls with ease. Good. He would have the upper hand then.
"I'm delighted you and I can finally have a little chat in private. It's always good to see where one's alliances truly lie," Umbridge began, as if trying to test him already. "I've always been curious, Lord Malfoy," she smiled sweetly, putting her teacup down, "how you and Mr. Potter became friends. I suppose you had something in common when you met each other as boys? Instantly liked each other because of your shared love for quidditch, perhaps?"
Draco grinned. He wouldn't even have to lie. All he had to do was remember the first time he'd met Harry and let disgust and disdain taint his words. "The first time I met Potter I thought he was nothing more than a poor mudblood, seeing as he was walking around with that crossbreed Hagrid and seemed to be utterly lost in the wizarding world."
Umbridge's eyes widened in surprise. "Such harsh words for your best friend, Lord Malfoy. One would think the two of you have been the best of friends for years. That is the rumour going around the castle, after all."
The blond scoffed, sipping his tea slowly in case he would suddenly take in too much. "Friends? With the son of a blood traitor and a mudblood? You flatter me, Professor, if my ruse has managed to fool even you."
"One could consider you a blood traitor, seeing as you have taken quite a liking to Miss Granger." Umbridge eyed him warily, unbelieving that he was actually speaking the truth. But there was no way she would ever expect a fifth year to be this skilled at occlumency to withstand the effects of a veritaserum potion. The magical dragon blood fuelling him also more than aided him, of course, but he was nearly certain he could have battled the effects on his own.
"That little know-it-all means nothing to me," he forced out, hoping that his disgust at himself as he spoke those words would make the toad think he was actually disgusted at Hermione. "She was friends with Potter and I need them both for my plans to work. I would never soil the Malfoy bloodline with the likes of her."
"Your plans?" she quipped, clearly interested. "Such as?"
"Making sure that those who belong in power, are the ones to lead Wizarding Britain to greatness." Umbridge didn't have to know that he meant himself and his two best friends. If she thought him to be evil, then she could make up her own conclusions.
"Quite peculiar that you have chosen to dethrone your father in the process, then," she mused, squinting her eyes at him. "Or can he not be considered one of those who should be in power?"
"My father was always unable to see the bigger picture," Draco stated, putting his empty cup of tea down for Umbridge to see. He could see her doubt of his words disappear nearly instantly as she eyed it. "Quarrelling during the Wizengamot with mudbloods and halfbloods, paying off criminals to do his dirty work for him. Blackmailing the Minister for Magic. You have seen him do all these things in your position as Undersecretary, have you not?"
"I have." Her glee made him sick.
"There would be no need to quarrel with anyone if the only ones on our side were those likeminded to us. No need to pay anyone off, if the house of Malfoy would take up the position of Minister for Magic. Wouldn't you agree, Professor?"
She pursed her lips at him. "If you are attempting to stage a coup against the Minister, then-"
Draco laughed. "A coup against Cornelius Fudge? I wouldn't dare. Have you not yet realised that I plan to win the hearts of many? I will become Minister for Magic, and I will do so fair and square. My cunning runs deeper than my father's ever did. There's more to politics than short-term gains. What matters is the people who hold the power and those who will hold it for the next generations."
"No wonder you were sorted into the House of Slytherin," the toad remarked, a smile on her face. "Your ambition truly knows no bounds. Alas, becoming Minister will require more than the betrayal of your so-called friends and sweet-talking the British population. It is still the members of the Wizengamot who decide who can run for Minister and-"
"I've already secured one-third of the Wizengamot to be on my side. Seventeen houses have vowed to stand beside me."
"Seventeen?" Umbridge spluttered in disbelief. "But how? You are a fifteen-year-old boy!"
"Let's say I can be quite persuasive when needed," Draco smirked. "This plan has been years in the making. My father, foolish as he was, was only getting in the way. I understand it would have been beneficial to get votes from the other death eaters through him, but what's done is done. I am sure I can persuade them when the time comes."
Umbridge seemed to contemplate his words as she filled her tea. Lazily stirring it, she looked out of the window of her office, before coming to a decision. "I will persuade them for you. For a price."
"You?" Draco questioned her. "No offence, Professor. But I'm unsure how my father's fellow colleagues-"
"We have already started infiltrating the Ministry. Hogwarts. We are everywhere, Lord Malfoy. I'm certain the Dark Lord will be entertained by your story and how you have taken down your own father to get what you want. He will be mightily impressed. I will get you the votes. All I want is for you to make me Senior Minister when you come into power."
His mind started racing. Had Umbridge been on Voldemort's side for this long in the first timeline? Sure, she was cruel. She had supported Moldypants when he'd taken over the ministry. Had basked in the power she held over the muggle-borns. But this? She'd been part of his merry band of idiots since his return? Yet, she did not wear the mark. Of course not. Someone as close to Fudge could not be caught with a dark mark branded on their arm.
Draco straightened his shoulders. "If you vow your services to me, then I will make sure that you will end up in the position you deserve."
He was tricking her. But she was too greedy and too blind to see. He never stated he would make her Senior Minister, but she had interpreted his words as such when she reached out and grasped his wrist. "I, Dolores Umbridge, hereby vow on magic and life itself, that I will serve Draco Lucius Malfoy in any way possible, so mote it be."
The blond grasped her wrist as tightly, trying not to wince at the close contact, when silver strands of magic slowly worked their way around them. "And I, Lord Draco Lucius Malfoy, hereby vow to grant Dolores Umbridge whatever she deserves once her services to the House of Malfoy have been complete. So mote it be."
It was an unpleasant feeling, to be bound to the toad. Nothing like the magic of the other Houses he had allied himself with. Nothing like Hermione's pure and kind soul.
"Now that we've settled our business, I am afraid I must go, Professor," Draco said as he rose up and straightened out his dress shirt. "After all, it's past curfew and I am sure my 'friends' are wondering where I've been. We wouldn't want them to grow suspicious."
Umbridge smiled sweetly at him. "No, we wouldn't want anyone to doubt your intentions. Which is why, I have a treat for you."
With a flick of her wand, one of the pink wooden closets in the corner of her office opened. Draco could feel the horror seep into his bones when he looked at a familiar Gryffindor first year, the girl clearly under the effects of an Imperius Curse as she sat perfectly still, her eyes unmoving.
"This one's mother managed to murder one of the Dark Lord's followers just last week," the toad said, tutting her lips in disdain as she ordered the girl to step out of the closet with her wand. "I think we should send a message to her mother, should we not?"
Draco swallowed deeply. "Surely we cannot harm students within Hogwarts, Professor. After all, the Headmaster-"
"Is none the wiser," she assured him. "The girl will be found in the Forbidden Forest. I have already made preparations to make it look like she snuck out and was attacked by acromantulas. I'm certain your father has taught you the cruciatus curse, has he not?"
He nodded dumbly, trying to find a way out of this. But no matter how much he wrapped his brain around all of it, there was no way out of this, not without already ruining his plan to take down both Umbridge and the death eater allies currently in the castle. He cooly raised his wand to the girl, strengthening his occlumency. Trying not to tremble. Trying not to remember when torturing first years had been a daily part of this life.
Draco cast the spell silently, not able to say the words. He used his legilimency on the girl at the same time, urging her to scream as loud as she could. To make it sound as convincing as possible.
Thinking he'd done it silently to impress Umbridge, rather than to soften the blow for the poor girl, Umbridge nodded approvingly before raising her own wand and casting a cutting curse at her victim.
Both the girl's and Draco's own screams of terror filled his mind.
- Slytherin Boys' Bathrooms, 18th of December 1995 –
He didn't remember how he'd gotten to the dorms that evening. Didn't remember passing someone in the common room. Didn't remember someone calling after him.
Shivering, he stared at his own reflection, ignoring Deandra's pleas in the back of his mind.
What had he done? Why had he done it? Just to put Umbridge on a false trail? To bind her to him so he could use it against her when she would inevitably hurt Mione and Harry? He should have killed her.
Like a man possessed he started scrubbing at his hands. Started removing the blood from his hands. He'd tried not to torture the girl, barely putting any strength behind the spell. Begged her to scream, like he had begged the first years to do once the Carrows took over Hogwarts and the twisted siblings wanted them to practise the cruciatus curse on the younger students.
After the toad had attacked the little girl, he started planning to sneak into the Hospital Wing and steal some potions to give the Gryffindor as soon as he found her in the Forbidden Forest. But Umbridge, the bitch that she was, had found pleasure in torturing her and had thrown her own spells at the girl.
He barely had the strength of will to disillusion himself and follow the two seventh year Slytherins who were part of the inquisitorial squad into the Forbidden Forest after he made his way to the Hogwarts entrance. He had already visited the Hospital Wing, his pockets loaded with healing potions. It felt like a lifetime waiting for them to disappear back to the castle once they unceremoniously threw the girl on the forest floor. Every second counted. The girl was losing so much blood. Just like Hermione had the night she died.
Forcing both blood-replenishing potions, calming draughts, and pepper-up potions down the little Gryffindir's throat, he wept as he silently cast healing spells while holding the girl in his arms. He murmured a warming charm in between his spells, but he could see her lips starting to turn blue. She needed proper help. And fast.
At least he'd been smart enough to alert Filch that someone was outside, leaving the doors to the castle wide open. He could only hope the caretaker would realise students were out of bed before the two other buffoons from the Inquisitorial Squad returned to the castle and closed the doors behind them anyway.
He shook his head, trying to get rid of the image of the girl dying in his arms. Grasping the time-turner he still kept hidden around his neck, he knelt down on the floor and cried. Her broken body had reminded him so much of Mione. But she was safe now. They were both safe. Filch had found the little Gryffindor. Draco was nearly caught because he wanted to ensure he was watching over her as long as possible. She was at St. Mungos. She would be fine. At least he prayed she would. He would be indebted to her for the rest of his life.
"Draco?"
Startled, he reached for his wand and aimed it straight at the intruder who had spoken his name.
Hermione looked like she'd seen a ghost when she took him in. He supposed he looked like one, considering what he'd done. Using everything he'd learnt from his fellow death eaters to threaten Pansy was one thing. Torturing a little girl was something entirely different.
His girlfriend rushed over to him and knelt down beside him, holding his face in her hands worriedly. "Draco. I was waiting for you in the Common Room. What happened? What did she do to you?"
Her hands roamed down his face to his neck. His shoulders. His chest. She was making sure he was alright, patting him down, but he didn't understand why. It wasn't him that was hurt. It was then he realised, his clothes were bloody from holding the girl as he waited for Filch to show up.
"Are you hurt? All this blood it-"
"It's not mine." His voice cracked with his buried emotions.
Her eyes flicked up to his instantly, sadness filling her eyes, her hand gently cupping his cheek. "What did she make you do?"
Draco pulled his head away from her roughly. He didn't want to be touched by her. Didn't deserve to be touched by her. "I'm a monster," he breathed. "I keep telling myself I didn't have a choice. But I did. It should have been Umbridge instead. The girl was innocent, she-"
A sob finally made its way out of his throat and Hermione's arms were around him instantly. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hands clinging to the back of her pyjama shirt in despair.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could sense Deandra explaining the events of the evening to Hermione. He could feel both of their horror. Their sadness. Their anger. Their sorrow.
"You did what you could to save her," she tried to soothe him. "If you hadn't followed them into the Forest and treated her... If you didn't have Filch wander outside, she would have died. Umbridge used the Diffindo spell on her. You tried to make it as painless as possible."
"I did nothing to stop it and nearly let her die," he said, getting more and more angry at himself. "I'm no better than I was all those years ago. This war has always pulled me towards darkness. And no matter what I do, it seems like I am destined to drown in it." He looked into her eyes then, his occlumency completely gone, laying himself and his sins bare for her to see.
"But you have us to pull you out this time," Mione answered confidently, wiping away the tears from his face. "Come, the boys must be-"
The door burst open, scaring both of them half to death, Draco half turning his body to protect Hermione.
Harry stumbled into the bathroom, opening the nearest toilet stall as he fell down on his knees and started retching.
Blaise and Theo followed close behind, the former ducking into the stall with Harry, rubbing him on the back, reminding him to breathe.
"Merlin, Malfoy. You look about as bad as Harry. What the bloody fuck is going on tonight?" Theo murmured as he took in Hermione and Draco on the floor. "Don't tell me you had a nightmare as well."
Draco blinked rapidly. Harry had a nightmare this bad? That could only mean-
He half stumbled, half crawled to his best friend, the three boys crowding the toilet stall as Blaise was still hunched over beside the raven-haired boy. "Harry. Harry, calm down," Draco ordered him. They couldn't lose anyone else. He couldn't watch darkness overtake Harry as it did him. "Harry. Tell us. What did you see."
Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, tears in his eyes as he looked up at Draco desperately. "Ginny's dad. There was a snake… It attacked him. I attacked him. I was the snake."
Draco whipped his head around to Hermione. "Get Severus. The Headmaster too. Mr. Weasley is in danger." He mentally added so only she could hear, "I remember he was attacked around Yule in our fifth year. He should make it out alive if we get to the headmaster soon."
Not needing to be told twice, Hermione scrambled up and ran towards the common room, ready to alert their head of house. Draco could only pray Umbitch would not catch her out of bed.
"I nearly killed him," Harry whispered again, eerily resembling Draco's own feelings. He tried to push them all down, his occlumency so strong that he could feel the emotions leave his body. Just like how he'd learnt during the height of the war. "I killed Ginny's dad, Draco. I killed him ."
Harry started trembling and all Draco could do was clasp his best friend's hands in his, trying to ground both of them. "Dumbledore will get him to safety, Harry. You didn't kill him. You only saw what happened, because-"
Both boys looked at each other. Draco could see the pain and horror on Harry's face as he too came to the same realisation. He'd seen what the snake was up to because they were both horcruxes. They were the only two left. The only two beings ensuring Voldemort's survival on this earth.
"If that thing can get into my head, then that means he-"
"He can too, once he figures it out," Draco nodded solemnly. "Perhaps, we should visit the goblins. Rather sooner than later."
Blaise, completely clueless as to what they were on about just stared at them. "I really hate when you two finish part of your conversations in each other's heads. Takes out all the fun for those of us who like the juicy gossip," he jokingly said, trying to make his friends smile. His eyes lingered on Draco, taking in the state he was in considering he should have been in bed with the rest of them, but clearly had never actually returned to the dorm. "Ehm. By the way, Draco, whose blood is that on your shirt?"
Harry's eyes widened as he too realised the state his best friend was in. "Are you alright? Did Umbridge do this to you?"
He shook his head, strengthening his occlumency once more to not let any of his emotions show. He could not break down. Not now. Not again. "I'm fine."
"Then if it isn't your blood, better get it off before Snape or Dumbledore notices," Theo grumbled, taking out his wand to get rid of the evidence with a few scourgify spells.
Just as the boys finally pulled themselves together enough to leave the bathroom about ten minutes later, Hermione came running in again, Professor Snape in tow. He seemed more than a little displeased, and his eyes lingered on Draco, taking in the ruffled state of his godson. He quirked his brow, indicating they would be talking later.
"They saved him," Hermione exclaimed, falling into Harry's arms. "He's going to be alright. Mr. Weasley is at St. Mungos. Ginny and her brothers have already left for the Burrow."
As his two best friends clung to each other, tears of joy mixed with anguished ones, Draco could feel his occlumency starting to slip. Even if it had just been Hermione he'd set out to save, Harry was his brother now. He did not want either one of them to get hurt. And if he had to give himself over to darkness so they could live through this war, then he would. He'd give everything so they would make it. Even his own life.
Author's note:
I remember reading the Order of the Phoenix for the first time. I must have been only eight or nine years old at the time, but it always struck me as a very dark book. I've reread the book twice as I grew older, once as a teenager, once in my early twenties. The darkness that Harry has to deal with, the loneliness he felt when Dumbledore seemingly abandoned him while he had a live feed into Voldemort's head... I wanted to give a glimpse of that, but this time not just from Harry's perspective. As I have said before, dark times are coming. Not everything can go as swimmingly as it has for our heroes.
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