(y/n) - your name

(l/n) - last name

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"I can't believe this..." Ron mumbles out, looking over at Hermione tucking (y/n) into her green and silver blanket she had summoned, letting her sleep on the Gryffindor couch in front of the fireplace. "She lied about her parents!"

"Is that really what you took out of her explanation!?" Hermione hisses as Harry processed every his friend had told him. Everything from the beginning. From her suddenly appearing on the Hogwarts Express in year one with no memory, through to her fake parents and her not being a human.

"I guess her having her powers makes sense now..." Harry mumbles out.

"But her not being from this universe is almost impossible. That would mean that there are multiple universes if what she's saying is true! She wasn't born in this world! She just appeared here!" Hermione rants on, trying to process everything.

"Don't you guys find it weird that she's in love with Malfoy when she was apparently married to some other bloke called Loki?" Ron asks. "And no, not her owl."

"If I'm correct, that would mean she was married to the Norse God of Choas and Mischief!" Hermione gasps when she remembers reading a muggle book about him. "And she has a child with him!? But how she described him doesn't match with what I read in the books..."

"How old is she!?" Ron blinks in surprise. "If she's a goddess!? And why the hell is a goddess in love with that snake twat!?"

"If she lost her memory, she's bound to fall in love with whoever she does in the universe she's in." Harry mumbles out.

"And unfortunately it's that asshole..." Ron rolls his eyes. "But she got her memories back so why is she still in love with him?"

"You can love multiple people. In this case, this version of her is in love with him." Hermione explains. "If there are multiple universes, there are multiple versions of her. It's just this version of her is head over heels for Malfoy."

"You don't have to say it like that." Harry grumbles out, looking over at (y/n) who slept soundly. Her left arm was sticking out from the blanket and he frowns at the long scars on her wrist. They were different from the faded streaks on her body, like she used something sharp on herself.

"This must be from her human self..." Hermione mumbles sadly, remembering how (y/n) explained that she received scars from different versions of herself in the other universes. She explained her nights after year four at the Malfoy, how she started seeing clear visions of the lives of her other selves, how they pulled at her body like they were trying to get control of her. "She's hurting..." 

"Is that why she saves us...?" Ron asks sadly. "Does she want to hurt?" The golden trio look at each other before looking at their friend who slept soundly against Hermione's lap.

"I'm not mad..." she says, smiling down at her friend. "I don't care that she lied to us. It only makes sense to stay safe from bad people finding out."

"I agree with you. We're her family here. I'm glad she could tell us though." Harry nods.

"Maybe we can help her? You know, to stop whatever it is that she fears in the future." Ron suggests and the other two agree with him. "I'm just peeved Malfoy was the first to find out everything about her first before us."

"But we know we can trust him to keep (y/n) safe now." Hermione says but Harry crosses his arms thinking otherwise.

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(y/n) grumbles out as she hears chatter and light snickers, groaning in annoyance as she opens her eyes and slowly pushes down her blanket to be met with multiple pairs of eyes. Seamus, Dean, Ginny, Neville and other Gryffindors surround her on the couch, grinning down at her.

"Morning sleepy head." Ginny laughs softly as her Hufflepuff friend flips everyone off and dives back under her blanket to sleep.

"Fuck off the lot of you..."

"You heard her. Bugger off!" Ron shoos everyone away.

"Thanks, Ron. Happy birthday too." the girl summons a large cake in her hand and he gasps, looking around if anyone saw but they were all too busy doing their own thing.

"You shouldn't be doing that in public (y/n)." Hermione scolds her while the boy thanks her with a full mouth, stuffing his face with the decadent chocolate cake. "And you're disgusting." she grimaces at him.

"Why does everything hurt?" (y/n) groans out and her friends shrug, Harry sitting by her feet on the couch and patting her knee before he answers her.

"We have no clue. Are you going to come to classes?"

"I don't know... There's no point for me."

"True but you don't want to make anyone suspicious right." Hermione says. "Dumbledore doesn't even know about you so let's not make him suspicious."

"Do I have to?" the Hufflepuff asks.

"Yes." her three friends say all together, quickly hiding the couch when her friend blatantly disappears beneath the furniture and through the floor to fly away to the Hufflepuff dorm.

"She's making it harder for us to lie for her!" Ron hisses, watching as her blanket disappears with a poof.

"Where's (y/n)?" Ginny pops up behind him making him jump and scream in fright.

"I don't know!?" he answers without thinking and his sister narrows her eyes at him.

"She went to get dressed for school." Hermione says.

"Oh! Cool." the youngest Weasley walks away, Hermione giving Ron a pointed look.

"What?"

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"I can't believe this is two months' worth of missed work... I'm fucked..." (y/n) grumbles out, Hermione chuckling at her but she won't be soon enough. The girls were alone in the Gryffindor common room late at night so the Hufflepuff simply used her powers to zoom through the work.

"That's cheating!" Hermione scowls, seeing the words appear on the paper as textbooks hovered around her friend, getting all her work done in time. She separates them according to class binders, snapping her fingers to send them all to her teacher's desks for them to check the next day.

"Hey, I'm not really a student remember so I can do whatever I want." She sticks her tongue out at the Gryffindor who rolls her eyes, getting up with her book.

"I'm going to bed."

"Night Hermione." she says goodnight to (y/n) as she walked up the stairs, just missing Harry who entered the common room a minute after.

"Why are you awake?" they ask each other, a smile showing up on their faces.

"Catching up on school work."

"Trying to get Slughorn to talk to me about his conversation with Voldemort."

"Oh! About strange magic?" the boy nods. Harry had caught everyone up with everything he had learned with Dumbledore, catching (y/n) up on everything she had missed on. But a secret that the golden trio swore to not tell her was about Draco being a supposed Death Eater. They were terrified to see her heart break again if she knew about it and what he was doing.

"I might have ruined my chances with him." the Gryffindor says, the Hufflepuff following him up the steps as he explained his confrontation with the potions professor.

"Ooh, that's rough buddy."

"Do you not have any mind control powers or something that could help?"

"Nope. Only skills revolving around matter manipulation. Nothing psychological." Harry and (y/n) walk up to the boy's dorm so they could discuss ideas but they freeze by the doorway to see Ron sitting on the floor weirdly. "What's wrong with him?" the Hufflepuff whispers and her friend shrugs.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? The moon."

"Divine. Had ourselves a little late-night snack, did we?" Harry looks at the mess on his bed littered with unwrapped candy wraps.

"It was on your bed. The box.Thought I'd try one..."

"Or twenty."

"I can't stop thinking about her, Harry."

"Really? Honestly, I reckoned she was starting to annoy you." Harry says, moving to sit on his bed when Ron suddenly climbs in after and makes the brunette shuffle back quickly. (y/n) ignores the little gay panic between the two, grabbing the card to see that it was from Romilda.

"Ron got hit with a love potion from Romilda Vane. The very same one she was trying to give you during Christmas." she says, showing Harry the card and his eyes light up at the opportunity.

"Let's go."

"Where?" the lovesick boy asks, Harry pulling Ron out of the dorms and to Slughorn to fix him up.

"Goodnight I guess..." (y/n) shrugs, going to her dorm to go to sleep.

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"Oh my god! I heard what happened!" (y/n) gasps as she runs into the hospital wing to see Ron in the bed recovering with Ginny and Hermione on either side of him. "Why didn't you get me!?" she whispers to Harry who doesn't answer her. He knew if he did, she would be in the bed instead of Ron and he couldn't risk that.

"Nice of you to join us again (l/n)." Snape says and she steps behind Harry to hide as he narrows his eyes at her. "I see you have caught up with all your missed work in a day..." before the professor could say anything else, Ron's girlfriend comes running in and makes a scene with Hermione.

"She's embarrassing..." (y/n) whispers to Harry, the two of them holding back their laughs when Ron calls for Hermione and not Lavender, making the latter cry and run away. Dumbledore urges everyone to leave and let the Weasley rest, the three friends staying for a while longer. "About time." the Hufflepuff says, Hermione rolling her eyes at her and Harry who grin at her.

"Oh, shut up." she chuckles lightly, holding Ron's hand.

"Let's leave the lovebirds alone." (y/n) pulls Harry away from the hospital room, walking back to their class when they see Draco above them. "Harry wait-" the Hufflepuff tries to stop him but he runs after the Slytherin, tailing him. She runs after the boys, the two of them seeing Draco stop at a large circular birdcage and then walk off again. Harry continues to follow him but (y/n) turns invisible, flying off past the Gryffindor and hovering above the platinum blonde-haired boy as a door to the room of requirement appears before him. He walks in and the door disappears just as Harry turns the corner, narrowing his eyes at the blank wall before walking away.

The Hufflepuff waits for her friend to leave before pacing in front of the wall three times, the door appearing for her and she flies in silently. She instantly heard sobbing and she flies over to the Slytherin boy who cried against his knees, silently landing down on her feet next to him. She walks over to the cabinet to see a small bird dead, turning to face her love who shook in fear.

(y/n) was still mad at Draco, angry for him to be playing with her heart but she still worried for him. She didn't know what he was going through to be in this much pain. She sat down next to him silently not knowing that what he feared was Voldemort. He had failed again to complete his mission, realising the deal of becoming a Death Eater that was forced onto him. He realised the amount of danger his parents, (y/n) and he were in because of his failure, it finally kicked in that they were good as dead since he couldn't fix the damn cabinet that was supposed to sneak Death Eaters in.

He was afraid, he was terrified, he was scared.

He didn't want this, didn't want to do this. He never did. He never wanted to become a Death Eater.

Draco Malfoy was born to be raised and killed like a pig at a slaughterhouse.