(y/n) - your name

(y/f/n) - your full name

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Dark skies blanketed the sky, smog hovering above the acres of trees as the Malfoy Manor stands tall amongst the silent night. There was no light to be seen, the moon blocked away by clouds. Draco sat still with his hands on his lap, staring down at the gold ring he played with to calm his nerves. He couldn't look up, wouldn't dare to especially when a familiar Hogwarts teacher was immobilised above the large ornate table in front of him. The meeting room was filled with Death Eaters, the silence broken by the crackling of the fireplace and the footsteps of someone approaching.

The boy-along with everyone else in the room who sat at their seats-looked up and saw Snape walk in, studying the scene in front of him. "Severus. I was beginning to worry you'd lost your way. Come. I've saved you a seat." Voldemort says, gesturing to the seat near his own at the head of the table. All eyes follow Snape, all except Draco, and a haggard Lucius, who merely stares vaguely at his wand while his wife Narcissa looks straight ahead. "You bring news I trust, Severus?"

"It will happen Saturday next. At nightfall." Draco finally lifts his head to look at Snape, the only familiar face he knew. He tried not to glance at the clock, trying not to make it obvious that he was waiting.

"I have heard differently, my lord. Dawlish, the Auror, let slip that the Potter boy will not be moved until the thirtieth of this month, the night before he turns seventeen." Yaxley, a blonde wizard of the ministry rebuts Snape's information.

"This is a false trail. The Auror Office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter. Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the Ministry." Snape argues back calmly.

"Well, they've got that right, then, 'aven't they?" the Squat Man cackles wheezily next to Draco, making him flinch uncomfortably while others join in.

"Pius, what say you?" Voldemort asks, looking at the man at the other end of the table where Nagini coils nearby on the floor.

"One hears many things, my lord. Whether the truth is among them is not clear."

Voldemort smiles, a chuckle leaving him. "Spoken like a true politician. You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius." The man smiles warily as the Dark Lord lays his attention on Snape again.

"Where will he be taken? The boy?"

"To a safe house. Likely the home of someone in the Order. I'm told it has been given every manner of protection possible. Once there, it will be impractical to attack him." Nsape answers, getting cut off by someone clearing their throat and Voldemort looks over to see Bellatrix leaning over on the table.

"My lord, if I might, I'd like to volunteer myself for this task. I'd like to kill the boy." Just then a wail rises from the floorboards and Draco grinds his jaw to not show any sign of weakness when he heard her cries. He closes his eyes, praying that everything works out in the end.

"Wormtail! Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest quiet?" Voldemort yells out, Wormtail quickly apologising and rushes back down to the dungeons to leave the meeting. "As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix..." the Dark Lord turns his attention to her. "I must be the one to kill Harry Potter." She nods, sitting back in her seat like a child scolded. "But I face an unfortunate complication," Voldemort stands up from his seat and he pulls his wand out. "that my wand and Potter's share the same core. They are, in some ways, twins. We can wound but not fatally harm one another." he explains, setting down his wand on the table before walking around the seated Death Eaters. "If I am to kill him... I will have to do it with another's wand." The others at the table stir nervously as the Dark Lord walks behind them. Bellatrix stiffens when he moves past her seat, drifting down towards the Malfoys. Draco sits still stiffly, a fearful look on his face when he hears him walk by his seat but stops just next to him. "Come now. Surely one of you would like the honour? What about...you, Lucius?"

Draco doesn't move his head but he could see his own father look terrified as he peers up at Voldemort, sallow and beaten. "My Lord?" he whispers weakly, the Dark Lord mocking him.

"I require your wand." Lucius sits mute, paralyzed by the request and scanning the faces of the others who avoid his gaze, even his own son. Narcissa'sfingers lightly graze his wrist, summoning him back to the moment and he shakily takes out his wand from his cane. Lucius passes his wand to the Dark Lord with shaky hands, wincing when he takes hold of it and takes it away from him. "Do I detect elm?"

"Yes, my lord." Lucius whispers, flinching when Voldemort breaks the end of his wand which was just the cane part.

"And the core?"

"Dragon-" Lucius clears his throat, masking faux bravery. "-dragon heartstring, my lord."

"Dragon heartstring." Voldemort nods, getting a feel for the wand's heft before throwing the cane part on the table making the Malfoy flinch pathetically. Voldemort studies Lucius' bowed head, then returns his attention to the wand in his hand. Raising it, he points it at the body above and with a flick, the twitching body is brought forward to the middle of the table. "For those of you who do not know, we are joined tonight by Miss Charity Burbage who, until recently taught at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry." The Dark Lord moves to walk back to his seat, Nagini following close behind him. "Her specialty was Muggle studies. It is Miss Burbage's belief that muggles are not so different from us."

"She would, given her way... have us mate with them." there was a rise out of the Death Eaters who laughed at the thought. Draco looked away from the teacher, holding his loves ring tightly. "To her, the mixture of magical and Muggleblood is not an abomination but something to be encouraged." Voldemort sits down in his seat, letting the woman plead for her life. "Avada Kedavra!" Green light envelops the room and the woman plummets to the table with a loud thud, scaring even Draco who was forced to look at the body that landed in front of him with a fearful gaze. He gulps, shaking in his seat as one last teardrop fell to the table from the still body. "Nagini..." Voldemort calls for his companion soothingly as she slithers up onto the table. "Dinner." the large snake slithers down the table, baring her fangs open. Everyone at the table didn't want to watch the scene but was stuck doing so, like they were unable to turn away from disaster.

"My Lord..." a gruff voice calls out, the Death Eaters turning to see Fenrir at the archway and Voldemort nods.

"Bring her in." Draco purses his lips, fisting his hands as his nails pierced through his palm in fury when he watched the filthy mutt push (y/n) into the room.

His heart shattered seeing her walk into the room in a dirty and tattered white dress that wasn't its former colour anymore, covered in dirt and blood. Her hands were cuffed to chains, a cloth tied around her eyes so she doesn't recognise where she was and another tied harshly around her mouth to gag her. She was shoved forward, stumbling past the Death Eaters who all smirked at her and Draco couldn't help the sick feeling settling in his stomach when he saw their hungry gazes. His hands grip his chair tightly, the wood splintering in rage as Fenrir shamelessly shifts his crotch, whispering something to his love and he turns to glare at his father when he realised what he had done.

(y/n) doesn't make a noise when pain shocks against her hip as she stumbles against the corner of what seemed to be a table, hearing the crackling of a fireplace and she knew she was upstairs from the dungeons. Her head bowed and she didn't move as she felt Voldermort grab her chin in those disgusting claws of his. She didn't dare flinch away, didn't dare move an inch as his nails pierced against her cheek.

"I'm sure you all had plenty of time to get yourself acquainted with this beauty," there was a chorus of snickers and whistles. "Our dear Miss (y/f/n). Muggle." the Death Eaters look at their Dark Lord with wide eyes that they fucked a disgusting Muggle. "But more than Muggle. She is more than human, more than witch. She is a god from the beyond, a powerful being from another universe and I will take those powers from her." Voldemort hisses, standing up sharply as he made sure to watch Draco the entire time, watching to find a single moment of betrayal so he could discard the Malfoy's once and for all. "I have requested a meeting with all for... suggestions... on how to extract her powers." the people in the room murmur, not knowing what to say. "Should I... kill her?" The Dark Lord throws away the girl and raises his wand at her as she stumbles back, ignoring the blood dripping down her jaw. "Maybe rip her limb from limb." he turns to look at the young Malfoy, searching for a break in character in him. "Maybe let you all have your fun with her and break her apart-"

There was a sudden explosion as a scream ripped out, an inky red blast throwing away the Death Eaters as they slam against the walls. (y/n) shrills out, her hair flaring red as she rips apart her cuffs, growling as the cloth burns away from her face. All hell broke loose as Death Eaters started firing at her, ink rising up from her wrists in large droplets to block off the spells with small shields. She stumbles back from each hit, growing tired quickly and Draco quickly hid away from the fight before cloaking himself in a Death Eater mask and disguise. He quickly apparated to his love and she sneers at him as he grabbed his cloak and covered the two of them, apparating away from the manor in a burst of darkness.

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"(y/n), princess it's me." Draco tries to calm his crying love, quickly removing his mask as soon as they landed in a forest. He moves to hold her cheeks but stops himself, his hands hovering beside her when she looks up at him.

"Draco?" she cries out, her shaking hands reaching up to grab his shirt and wails into his chest.

"I'm so sorry. I should've gotten you out quicker. I'm so sorry (y/n)..." Draco cries out, leaning his head on top of his Puff's while whispering apologies over and over again. He cursed himself for not acting sooner, for not realising what his love was forced to go through. He would hate himself for the rest of his life for not saving her sooner, for not stopping those who hurt her sooner.

I'm going to kill them all.

Draco moves to take his cloak off, draping it around (y/n) tightly, moving to carefully wrap his arms around her so he wasn't touching her skin directly. He continues to whisper apologies into her hair, kissing the top of her head and letting her cry against his shoulder as she clung to him tightly. He leans back when her cries withered away, using the cloak to wipe the blood and tears off her face when they both freeze. A sound breaks the silence of the forest and the boy quickly apparatus the two to the one place he knew his love would be safe.

Draco quickly knocks on the door and (y/n) realised he was leaving her. "No..." she begs him and he shakes his head, warily looking around for any Death Eaters before putting his mask on.

She looks at him with tearful eyes, letting him kiss her forehead gingerly. "You'll be safe here. You can't be with me. I put you in danger. This is all my fault!" he pulls away as she tries to hold onto his disguise but steps away from her. "We can't be together for your own safety."

"Please..." he shakes his head no, taking out his Puffs wand and handing it to her along with her jewellery he stole from his father.

"I love you (y/n). I'm so sorry, for everything..."

Draco looks at her one last time, closing his eyes and holding her ring on his finger tightly before apparating away.

(y/n) stumbles forward to catch him as he disappears but he leaves her on the porch as she held his necklace and ring tightly in her hands, clinging onto his cloak desperately when the door behind her opens.

"(y/n)!"