Random x Reader One-Shots

Healing incantation-Draco Malfoy x Reader

Y/N walked at the back of all the death eaters and Snatchers, holding the hand of Scabior. Her coat flapped behind her in the wind as the wind blew around the courtyard of Hogwarts where the death eaters stood facing the Hogwarts students and allies. Y/N looked up and caught the eye of Draco, and before she knew it Voldemort had already struck him down to the floor using the killing curse. Y/N screamed Draco's name in distress as the people in the courtyard broke out in battle. Scabior quickly let go of Y/N's hand after she wouldn't move and he groaned before running off.

Y/N's eyes couldn't move off draco, the boy she loved throughout the whole of Hogwarts. Although he never confessed felt the same until he revealed that he had been forced into the death eaters, not realising Y/N was in the same position. He shared one final kiss, before the two got pulled away by their guardians. Y/N kicked and screamed to try and get away, but Draco just allowed himself to be dragged away knowing that there was no use kicking and screaming. It was just get him in more trouble, more than he was already in for falling in love...

10 years earlier:
"Remember, be respectful to the Malfoy. There are one of the most respected families in the whole of this magical universe." Y/N's mother explained in a childlike way and 8 year old Y/N nodded with a smile. As Y/N's father went to knock, Narcissa opened the door and invited the family inside.
"Draco, show miss Y/N to your room. You can play up there, we will call you down when the meeting is finished and dinner is ready." Narcissus stated and Draco nodded taking Y/N upstairs.

From that day on, Y/N and Draco became best friends. But when they got put in opposing houses at Hogwarts, their relationship broke down. Draco was expected to ignore Y/N, and have nothing to do with her. It truly broke his heart, but he had to. He needed to... out of fear. If he didn't, he feared what would happen if his family found out. So he switched. The way he spoke, the way he acted, the way he was. It wasn't that Draco Y/N new. But she couldn't help but feel one thing towards him. Love.

As years passed, Draco became more isolated. Not just from Y/N but from everyone. He stopped attending some meals, he always had some kind of business to do, or he was always just tired...
Just... tired.
A shock came to Y/N as she was invited upon the astronomy tower by Draco himself, and fear washed up her organs. She shakily made her way up there, but the sparks in her hands made it hard to touch the metal railing. When she got to the top, she saw the lone wolf looking out over the lake.

That's when they found the truth. About themselves, and about each other, in every way you can imagine.

"Flower gleam and glow..." Y/N began to sing sweetly and she walked over to Draco, falling to her knees in a puddle beside Draco. A puddle of bloody rainwater. "Let your powers shine." She held her hands on Draco's wound, looking at Draco's pale, lifeless face. "Make the clock reverse... bring back what once was mine. Heal what has been hurt." Y/N let out a sob, in which the tears fell onto Draco's chest. "Change the fates... design. Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine..." Y/N whispered.

A gold light shone ever so slightly inside Draco's body. His finger twitched and he moved his now aching body, forcing himself to open his eyes.
"What once was yours?" Draco questioned and Y/N looked up at him to see his weak face having a slight bit of colour flush back in.
"Oh my gosh... you're alive?" She whined through tears and her head fell onto Draco's chest, who placed a hand on her head. He pushed himself up against the rubble and Y/N looked at him. He placed a hand behind Y/N's head and pulled it to his chest again, so he was cradling her in his arms.
"You're okay now love, let's just rest... for a minute..."

TW!⚠️ Mentions of death and murder.

Scabior saw the scene happening in front of his eyes, and twisted the dagger in his hand. He felt an anger build up inside him. He got her, she was his reward. Why didn't she love him? It was meant to be him! Not Draco... As Scabior went to throw his dagger, Voldemort placed a hand up and held his wand towards them.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Both Voldemort and the shouted at the same time, their wands halving the colours that reflected on the stone and in the sky. As Y/N felt herself beginning to get weak, she stumbled backwards and Voldemort laughed.

In Y/N's free hand, she built up an inferno ball behind her back, and the bright light caused Voldemort to become distracted. As he tried to see, his focus on the wands became less and less, and yk caught him off guard as she threw the fireball towards Voldemort, causing him to drop his wand and Y/N fell backwards. As Voldemort's death eaters tried to pat out his robes, Y/N grabbed the elder wand and stood in front of Voldemort.
"You get what you deserve... right..? Avada Kedavra." Y/N whispered with tears in her eyes as she saw Voldemort slowly turn to dust.

"We all get what we deserve... in the end." Y/N whispered before falling unconscious.
But at least Voldemort was dead.
He couldn't harm anyone else.
And Y/N was willing to sacrifice her life for that.