Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

the return of dumbledore's army || chapter sixty-nine

In the midst of the applause, there was a flash of raven-hair to my right. Still clapping, I looked over, only to find Harry on the floor, his hand clutching the side of his head where his scar lay.

"Harry?" My voice had dropped to a level of immense concern. I stopped clapping altogether and turned my body towards him. Draco noticed something was up, so he too turned, and found me crouching in front of Harry.

"Harry?" I repeated softly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. I wasn't sure whether to shake him or not— it was as though he was having some kind of episode. Hermione joined me, as well as Ron and Draco.

"Is he having a fit?" Draco asked obliviously.

I whipped around to scorn him for saying such an insensitive thing, but in that moment Harry jolted forward and gulped air like a vacuum.

"Sirius!"

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"Harry, are you sure?" Hermione implored as the rest of us followed Harry up the moving staircases.

"I saw it!" Harry insisted. The stairs started to move and I clutched on tight to the railing. "It's just like with Mr. Weasley! The door— it's the same door I've been dreaming about for months! I couldn't remember where I'd seen it before. Sirius said Voldemort was after something. Something he didn't have the last time, and it's in the Department of Mysteries."

"But— but where?" Hermione asked. "The Departmemt of Mysteries is so vast, Harry. He could be anywhere."

"I know exactly where," Harry snapped impatiently. "I saw him— just now. There's a
room in the Department of Mysteries full of shelves covered in these little glass balls, and they're at the end of row ninety-seven. He's trying to use Sirius to get whatever it is he wants from in there. He's torturing him. Says he'll end by killing him."

I couldn't help but notice how Harry's voice shook as he spoke before continuing to move up the stairs.

"Harry, please, just listen." I began in the same clipped voice I'd learnt from Draco. Harry paused, almost hesitantly, but nonetheless paused. "What if Voldemort meant for you to see this? What if he's only hurting Sirius because he's trying to get to you?"

"What if he is? I'm supposed to just let him die?" Harry said with a scowl. "Y/N, he's the only family I've got left."

Beneath those thin, rounded glasses laid bright, green eyes which screamed: Desperation. Loneliness. Determination. A thirst to love and feel loved.

I dropped my shoulders and hung back.

"Fine. What do we do?" Ron asked inquisitively.

"Draco can fend off Umbridge and the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad." I said at once, looking between the blond beside me and Harry. "He can give her a false lead in case she comes running."

"Malfoy?" Harry turned to the pale blond for confirmation.

"Alright." Draco agreed. "Fine."

He tore himself away from the group and descended the stairs.

"This way," Harry said to the rest of us. "We'll have to use the Floo Network."