Slytherins Heir [Draco X Reader] - Year Five

Chapter sixty five - Where My Loyalties Lie

Y/n pov

"Dumbledore!" Gasped Fudge, beside himself with amazement at what he just seen. "Seize him!"

"Cornelius, I'm ready to fight your men – and win, again,"  said Dumbledore in a thunderous tone. "but a few minutes ago you saw proof, with your own eyes, that I've been telling you the truth for a year. Lord Voldemort has returned, you've been chasing the wrong man for twelve months, it's time you listened to sense!"

"I - don't - well -" Blustered Fudge, looking around as though hoping somebody was going to tell him what to do. When nobody did, he said, "Very well Dawlish! Williamson! go down to the Department of mysteries and see ... Dumbledore, you – you'll need to tell me exactly – the Fountain of Magical Brethren - what happened?"

"We can discuss that after I've sent Harry and Y/n back to Hogwarts."

"Right, once you send Harry and Y/n back to Hogwarts - why are they here?"

"I shall explain everything," said Dumbledore. " when they're safe back at school."

Dumbledore walked away to a part of broken statue, pointed his wand and muttered Portus, the fragment glowed blue and trembled noisily against the wooden floor and became still once more.

"Now see here Dumbledore!" Said Fudge as Dumbledore picked up the stone and walked back to Harry carrying it. "You haven't got the authorization for that portkey! You can't do things like that right in front of  the Minister for Magic, you - you-"

His voice faltered as Dumbledore surveyed him over his half-moon spectacles.

"You will give the order to remove Dolores Umbridge from Hogwarts, you'll tell your Aurors to stop searching for my care of magical creatures teacher so that he can return to work. I will give you,"  Dumbledore pulled out a watch with twelve hands from his pocket and glanced at it. "... half an hour of my time tonight, in which I think shall be more than able to cover the important points of what has happened here. After that, I shall need to return to my school if you need help from me you are, of course, more than welcome to contact me. Letters address to the Headmaster will find me. Harry, Y/n, take the portkey."

You took the portkey, When everything stops spinning and your legs and feet came into contact ground, you realize that you were in Dumbledore's office, you felt different, you're sure everyone had after tonight but it started to dawn on you what you have just done. Sirius Black was dead, you killed your own mother, and there was a moment no matter how long, no matter how short, where you considered joining Voldemort. You are disgusted with yourself horrified you want to watch the world burn just to hide your shame, oh how you wished it was that easy.

You wondered if that feeling was helpful, if Voldemort felt so empty like he had something to make up for it, or if he was really just pure evil. You are starting to see the sides bleed together, it was getting harder for you to see what was good and what was bad. Dumbledore lied to you he didn't need to but he did. And now Sirius and your mother are dead.

You were standing there numb, unmoving. Harry was silent too, a part of you wanted to comfort him. You hoped that nothing will go wrong, you thought you'd seen the worst of it, you lost your friend and your father, after all, what could be worse than that? How about losing a friend, father and mother in one night? It seems like each year tries to outdo itself, you think part of you wondered how long you'd be able to deny your anger, your grief, your hatred for Dumbledore and this world. This cruel world where an innocent man gets sent to prison for twelve years only to die after tasting freedom, a world in which a daughter must kill her mother, a world in which a mother tortures her daughter, a world in which it's unfair to all those that live in it.