A Malfoy? With a muggle-born? Y/N Malfoy had brought nothing but shame to her family name. But after finding out that she's a prophecy, her entire future changes for the worse. Will she turn against the Dark Side, and survive, and have a happy life...
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"Race you to the end, Malfoy." said Cedric to Y/N, the Triwizard Wizard cup just a few meters away from the both of them, the two steadying themselves, ready to sprint any second now.
"You're on, Diggory." said a determined Y/N, she could practically taste her victory, she couldn't wait to celebrate with Hermione, her friends and her brother, perhaps her parents would be proud as well....
"Got it!" both of them shouted, their hands grasping the handle of the cup at the same time, pulling them onward in a howl of wind and swirling colour. And Alas, their feet hit the hard ground.
"Incarcerous!" shouted a voice. And before Cedric and Y/N knew it, they were plopped on their knees, the spell conjured ropes, bounding their arms behind their backs, their wands laying hopelessly on the ground.
"Get these off of me, right now, Pettigrew!" shouted Y/N, her arms struggling with the ropes bounding them. "I swear to Merlin that I'll let my father lock you up in our chamber, so get these off of me this instant!" she spat, looking up to see the terrified little man, carrying what seemed to be a baby.
"Q-Quiet, you child." spoke Peter with a shaky voice, trying to keep it steady, although he proved to be quite unsuccessful. "Don't worry, Master. I will do what you wish." he said to the figure that he was carrying.
Y/N and Cedric shared bewildered looks. Who would call a baby their 'Master'? Well, to Y/N she found it much more understandable, considering she thought that Peter was one hell of a mental person.
The two watched as Peter walked up to a cauldron a few feet away from them. And to their utter confusion, he had thrown the figure he was carrying into the cauldron. He then raised his wand, closing his eyes and speaking to the night. "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!" he spoke, fine dust rose into the air and into the cauldron.
"F-Flesh of th-the servant..w-willingly given— y-you will revive your m-master." squeaked Peter, raising a dagger from his cloak. He raised his other hand, and swung the dagger in his hand upwards, the hand falling into the cauldron as well.
"Blood of the enemy..forcibly taken– you will resurrect your f-foe." said Peter through his sobs, making his way to the two of them, though he turned to Hufflepuff's Golden Boy.
"No!–" yelled Y/N, but she couldn't do anything. So she had to watch Cedric struggling with all his might as Peter swiped the dagger harshly against his wrist, resulting in a rather deep cut. He then walked over to the cauldron, giving the dagger a tip so the blood trickled down into the cauldron.
Y/N and Cedric looked at eachother. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. They should've been in their dorms by now, celebrating with their house mates and loved ones...Y/N was supposed to be in her girlfriends arms, not on the cold ground, feeling her death inching closer by the second.
They turned their heads back, only to see a tall figure joining the sobbing Peter. Lord Voldemort had risen once more. He bent down and pulled out Peter's arm were the Dark Mark layed, pressing his finger on it. "Ah, won't you be glad to see your father, Y/N?" he spoke in a low voice. "Here they are..."
The air was suddenly full of swishing cloaks, hooded and masked wizards were now amongst them, several of them went on their knees to kiss the hem of their master's cloak.
"That's enough." said Lord Voldemort, the Death Eaters on the floor immediately standing up cautiously, joining the others. "All of this because you all feel guilty." he accused. "You are all in debt, Peter has paid some of his...and so now it's your turn."
"Your daughter, am I right, Lucius?" queried Lord Voldemort, slowly walking over to the platinum-haired girl.
"Y-Yes, my Lord." stammered Lucius anxiously. "M-My Lord, I–"
"To pay your debts, Lucius, you must give me the life of one of your family members." interrupted Voldemort, completely unbothered by Lucius's pleads.
"Father!" shrieked Y/N, looking at her father who looked as scared as her, but didn't attempt to do anything to get her out of this situation.
Cedric then watched as Lord Voldemort raised his wand, pointing it at the girl beside him. "No!" he screamed in protest, but his words were drowned by Voldemorts. "Avada Kedavra!"
Cedric hopelessly watched as the little colour in Y/N's face drained, her eyes widening in shock, her mouth slightly parted as she felt her vision going away. Overcome by emotions, Cedric managed to get out of the ropes bounding him, quickly grasping his wand tightly.
"Oh no you don't!–"
"Accio cup!" yelled Cedric, pointing his wand at the Triwizard Cup that flew towards him. He grasped it, and at the same time, held Y/N's body tightly. He then saw Voldemorts figure shooting a spell at him, but then, it all disappeared.
His body then slammed onto the ground, hearing loud cheers and applauses with a mix of instruments playing in the backround. They were finally back...but at what cost. Processing what had just happened, Cedric let out a yell, begging for anyone to help him, to help Y/N. Anyone..just anyone.
"Y/N!" said Hermione's voice, a grin plastered on her freckled face as she gave an applause. But her grin soon fell, her happy expression being replaced with a confused one. She felt bewildered by the fact that her girlfriend only layed on the floor, no movement coming from her.
"Dumbledore!" exclaimed Fudge loudly, looking down at Y/N's still body. "I- she's dead! Y/N Malfoy is dead!"
All the air in Hermione's lungs went away at that sentence, her legs instinctively moving over to them. This wasn't true. It couldn't be. She made her way to them, her breathing going even more uneven the closer she got, until she saw Y/N's body sprawled on the floor, laying still, making absolutely no movement.
"No, no, no, no!" shrieked Hermione, falling to her knees, next to Y/N, her hands cupping the girls pale face. "C'mon, love, wake up." she urged her, gently tapping Y/N's face, though she could feel her heart constricting as the girl didn't respond in any way.
"Wake up!" yelled Hermione in a pleading tone, her vision going blurry as unshed tears glossed over her eyes. "You were supposed to win– make it out alive! I prepared a party for you in our dorm– I prepared a cake with some help from the house elves– Y/N, please!" she pleaded, her tears staining Y/N's pale face.
She let out an ear-defeaning scream of pain, feeling as though someone had just walked up to her and squeezed her heart into a million pieces. Her head fell to Y/N's chest as she felt hands grabbing her firmly, dragging her away from the body. "Stop it! Let me— Let me stay with her! I'm her girlfriend! I'm– I'm!..." she sobbed, her voice cracking with each word she uttered.
"Y/N Malfoy..is dead." announced Professor Dumbledore solemnly.
