For The Greater Good (A Draco Malfoy Story)

Godric's Hollow

        "Hey, guys? I've been thinking...we should visit Godric's Hollow," Harry said one morning, trying to appear casual but we all knew what this was about.

"I think we should too. I've been reading this, and it says that Bathilda Bagshot lives in Godric's Hollow," Hermione piped up, much to all of our surprise. Harry blinked like he hadn't expected her to agree. She held up a book splattered with Dumbledore's aged face on the cover.

"Uh, right. And that is important because...?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Bathilda Bagshot was friends with the Dumbledores and she was trusted greatly by them. She was one of the greatest historians that ever lived...honestly don't you two read?" she had a bit of her spunk back and I knew the last part was directed towards Gabe and Harry since I already knew who she was. Harry and Gabriel smiled sheepishly, the latter shrugging. "We leave that department to you, Hermione."
"So you're thinking..." I started.

"That maybe Dumbledore entrusted the sword of Gryffindor to her," Hermione finished.

"Well, it's a good place to start," Gabriel crossed his arms, nodding.

"Right. Godric's Hollow it is, then."

Draco.

"Did I say you could take a break? NO! GET UP YOU WORTHLESS IDIOT!" Aunt Bellatrix screamed, baring her teeth at me like an animal as I tried to catch my breath on the floor. Her boot landed swiftly against my ribcage to further her point.

I gritted my teeth and got up, holding my wand higher. "Crucio!" she shrieked. The spell hit me hard and I fell to the cold ground twitching in pain. My face felt as if it was being torn to shreds as I clamped my mouth shut to hold the pain in. I could feel blood gurgling up my throat, staining my teeth and gums.

"SCREAM! I want to hear the pain! BLEED, YOU SPINELESS WORM! How dare you call yourself my nephew!" She spat at me with her eyes full of insanity. It took strength I didn't have to pull myself to my hands and knees and focus on anything but the pain. God, the pain. It was like someone was roasting me in an incinerator while slashing my eyes and every other nerve ending in my body. I could feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness. Fuck, get up. Get up! I screamed at myself. With blurry vision, I focused on my extremely white hand wrapped around my wand and spat out a spell, bloody spittle coming out of my mouth.

"E-Expelliarmus!"

Her wand, crooked as her personality, flew out of her hands onto the floor next to me. The pain receded immediately, then came back a minute later as every one of my limbs throbbed with abuse.

"Well, well, well," Bellatrix cackled. "The worm has a spine!"

I was shaking. I couldn't tell if it was from pain, exhaustion, fear or pure unadulterated rage. I became dimly aware of a harsh bellow filling the basement we were in and before I could blink, my hands found her slender throat, squeezing with the minimal strength I had left in my body. Blood continued to run down my chin in droplets and I knew I must have been a sight, my body white but my lips and face smeared with bright red.

As my hands tightened around her windpipe, I felt madness stir my body like adrenalin. God, I could do it. I could snap her neck, get rid of her forever. I could do it.

Bellatrix grinned. "Do it, Draco. Do it."

A wheeze left her as I restricted her airway but before I could do anything more, she popped into my head.