The Other Malfoy [ON HOLD]

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- ᴄʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ, ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ

When Davina landed in the middle of the foyer, she fell to her knees. It wasn't because of the world-tilting feeling of apparation, but because of an entirely different world-tilting feeling; Harry and Ginny.

She caught herself, her hands landing on the cold floor. Everything about the manor seemed cold and lifeless, and that familiar edge coiled around her once again. Part of her envied the Weasley's, they had a warm and welcoming home. It smelt of freshly baked pies and creaked in all the right spots. It was homely, and welcoming. The home Davina knew her entire life was cold, and nerve-splitting. It smelt of freshly used Dark Magic and put you on edge. It wasn't welcoming, or wholesome; it was quite the opposite.

Instead of finding warmth in a home, Davina found warmth in him. Harry was that cozy home she craved since the age of three, but now she didn't know whether he was a warm little home or a giant icy manor in disguise.

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Harry didn't know why he had let Ginny get so touchy with him. He loved Davina, more than he could put into words. Their relationship had it's ups and downs, but in the end made it that much stronger. And he loved her for always coming back to him during their rough moments.

He had managed to escape the hold of Voldemort more times than he could count, he had a solution to every single thing he's faced.

Except this.

Harry had no solution for what he overheard that night at Slughorn's party, he didn't know how to feel or how to face it. He was lost. Since the beginning of sixth year, Harry suspected the Malfoy twins were Death Eaters, but he was flooded with relief the first time he saw Davina's bare forearms. How could she be one of them? He knew that only Voldemort's inner circle had the marks, but if Davina and Draco were such high priority they surely would be including in that inner circle.

How did she cover it up so well? How could she lie to him about it? What if she was only using him for information? Would he lose her like he had everyone else?

Harry didn't want to admit it, but as badly as it took him by surprise and as badly as he was hurt, he still wanted her, more than anything.

His brain had been working at a incredibly high pace since that night, running through every possibility, every reason as to why. He came to the satisfying answer that Davina was forced to become what she was, because he didn't know if he could handle it if there was another reason. But, because of this answer he came up with, he was angry. Angry at her family, at Voldemort, at the world, even at himself. He was angry that he wasn't there for her when it happened.

So, that's why when Harry saw the ring of flame sprouting around the Weasley's home, and none other than Bellatrix Lestrange standing there with her crazed smile, he felt anger flood throughout his body with a nasty mix of adrenaline.

Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself chasing after the black haired witch while yells from Remus and Arthur echoed behind him.

As Harry ran through the field the leaves smacked against him harshly, but he didn't feel or notice them. He didn't hear the wind rushing past his ears like he did during Quidditch, he didn't hear Ginny's footsteps not too far behind him, he didn't hear the yells from the small home, he didn't hear a single thing except for Bellatrix's voice.