Six Feet Under ✓ || D.M

|one - wanted criminal|

Y/N

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THE MINISTRY was dark, almost no one was there but the very few Aurors, like me, walking around.

I was suddenly called in, saying they had a job for me to do. So being the good Auror I am, I immediately apparated over. The earlier I start with it, the earlier I finish it.

"Well, if it isn't Y/N Edinburgh," I turned around at the sound of my name, surprised to see Harry Potter still here at a late hour, "What are you doing here at this hour? It's midnight."

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at my former schoolmate, "I could ask you the same," I told him, "Robards called me in, saying he has an urgent job for me," I said, and at the mention of the head Auror, he nodded.

"Well, I just forgot the cookies Ginny gave me, and she'd kill me if she found out," he laughed, probably thinking how the youngest Weasley would definitely murder him if she found out, "I have to go- besides, it'll be a bad idea to keep the head Auror waiting."

At that, I chuckled, "He wouldn't dare to fire his best Auror, would he?" I told him jokingly, nevertheless, I started to walk away, "I'll see you around, Potter."

Harry waved goodbye, and walked towards the flooing stations, green smoke taking him. And just like that, he was probably at home.

I kept walking the long hallways of the Ministry, my head full of questions about why Gawain Robards called me in at this hour.

Well, I shouldn't even complain. This has been my dream since I was ten! 

Being a Muggleborn in a world full of wizards and witches was hard. Not only do the Purebloods think that we aren't deserving to have magic, it was hard in school, too. But my parents told me to keep my head up high, and proudly wear my house colors- which are yellow and black.

I remember the day I got sorted into Hufflepuff, I couldn't wait to go up to my dorm and write about the experience to my parents. How I was so clueless of what could happen in the next seven years.

At some point, I became friends with someone. He was one of the people I'd call a friend- and the first for me to love. He hated me at first with the blood status thing. But I didn't give up on him. I tried so hard to be his friend- and at the end of our fifth year, after all the Umbridge mishap, he kissed me. On top of the Astronomy tower.

But now, here I am, youngest top Auror at eighteen, but still left with a broken heart.

I love you till forever, he used to say.

It was all rubbish.

"Come in," said the head Auror before I could even knock on his office door. I swung the door open, and smiled, "Good, you're here. Have a seat."

Without a word, I followed his orders, "Why am I here exactly, sir?" I asked as soon as my bum hit the seat.

Robards leaned forward on his desk, a copy of the daily prophet in front of him, "He's been sighted," he said, "And I just know that you're the one to catch him."

"Who, sir?" I asked, hoping it's not who I think it was.

The man picked the daily prophet off the table, and handed it over to me

"Draco Malfoy."

I guess we were bound to meet again.

• • •

I found myself in my flat, unable to pack my things for my long travel to catch this dark wizard on the daily prophet in front of me. It's as if I still can't believe that he's out there, killing people who had nothing to do with anything.

The second wizarding war surely did make a huge impact on everyone. It's been a year, but even I can't believe that I'm sitting here, all alone. My parents- they fought for the good, but still ended up six feet under.

I'll admit. I had thought about giving up. There was nothing- no one to live for. So what was the point of staying?

But every time I tried, I'd hear my mother's voice, telling me to keep going. That there will always be something to look at. Not just the bad things, but the reasons why everyone is still out there, dancing in their kitchens happily as they cooked dinner, loud people drinking with their friends.

There will always be something to keep you going, even if you think there aren't.

I shook my thoughts out of my head, wiping the tears I didn't even notice that fell. I stood up and grabbed a backpack, casting an extension charm on it. I grabbed the things I needed for the next few days- clothes, a tent, a sleeping bag and whatnot.

And finally, I was ready. I slipped my coat on, and grabbed my Hufflepuff scarf. I wrapped it around myself, and took my bag, swinging it on.

Taking a final look around my flat, I turned the lights off, my keys in my hand.

I walked out of the place I call a home, locking the door behind me, and walking out of the building, the cold November air greeting me immediately.

Maybe it was dumb to go on foot, but I wanted to give myself some time before I came face to face with him. 

I watched as the trees danced with the cold wind, a few cars passing by me as I walked on the sidewalk of Central London.

London is quiet at night, and I enjoyed it, but hated it at the same time. I liked the peace, but hated the feeling of being alone. It makes me realize that there won't be anyone waiting for me at home, or there won't be anyone waiting for me to write to them, telling them how my day went.

It's just so crazy how a few years ago, I was just this happy girl- I mean, I still am. It's just been different since the end of my sixth year. How he left me like he didn't tell me he loved me a few months before. How he just broke my heart into pieces by telling me I was the greatest mistake he's ever made.

And now, look at me.

I've always thought about how the two of us will meet again. I've always thought that it'd be in Diagon Alley or something.

But never did I think that it'd be because I was tracking him down to lock him up in Azkaban.

Because now

He's a wanted criminal

And I was the one chosen to catch him.

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