The White Sparrow {Draco & Lucius x Reader}

chapter six - courageous

The feeling of dread had once again taken over you as you cautiously stepped outside and saw Hagrid holding Harry's deceased body. He looked so small and lifeless against Hagrid's large stature.

"Harry Potter is dead!"

Voldemort had said it so gleefully, with the laughs and cheers of the death eaters following.

Realistically, you had known in the back of your mind that the chances of him making it out alive were slim. But the sight was still gut wrenching. He was the whole reason you had been fighting in the first place.

Your remaining classmates followed you out and there was a disbelief that settled over most of you. After the relentless fighting and killings, Voldemort had won. The deaths of your classmates meant nothing and that was something you couldn't bear.

You had lost.

For everything your classmates had sacrificed, all of the destruction and death. The nightmares that would consume each one of you that survived, and the guilt. Even the death eaters you had killed, their blood was still on your hands. Yet it didn't matter in the end.

And you'd have to live with that knowledge for the rest of your life.

The wails of Ginny Weasley in your ear brought you back into reality. It was only then that you saw Malfoy's disheveled pitiful father, desperately wanting his son to take his hand. You were shocked that he had made it out alive, given the last you had heard was that his father was in Azkaban.

Malfoy was a few classmates down from you and hung his head low. You could only imagine how angry his family must be that he had chosen to fight on our side. You had heard so many rumors about how horrible and abusive his father was.

"Draco, come," his mother pleaded this time.

Reluctantly, you saw Malfoy make his way across the battlefield. Voldemort was proud of this choice, holding him in the most uncomfortable embrace. You could see from across the way just how stiff Malfoy was.

As he made it over to his parents, he didn't even look his father in the eye. It was clear that he had only come over because his mother had asked.

From that moment on, everything happened in slow motion. Harry's — very much alive self — jumping from Hagrid's arms. The shock of it all. You couldn't move, your heartbeat felt like it had slowed and sped up at the same time. It was only seconds that had passed, and yet it felt like time stood still.

"Everyone into the castle!" Harry yelled, shielding all of you with his body, wand at the ready.

The battle wasn't over, it was just beginning.

Backing your way into the castle once more, you started to panic and part from the crowd. Crawling over the rubble and cement, you made your way out of a destroyed side of the castle and waited until all the last death eaters had come back inside to battle your classmates.

You looked back once more to see the frightened and courageous classmates you had fought beside and the determined Potter.

You were leaving them to die.

But there was no victory for you, no matter the outcome. Your home was destroyed, your schooling career in shambles. Jameson was gone and the only person left to rely on was you.

So, you ran.

Tirelessly running foot over foot across the way, praying that all of the death eaters were still inside the castle. You had no idea where you were going and had zero plans. All you were focused on was getting as far away as possible.

Your wand had been forgotten of long ago, leaving you with absolutely nothing. The sky was still gray and foggy, and the journey felt that much more hopeless with the storm clouds rolling in.

Hogwarts was not surrounded by flat terrain by any means, and you were not athletically inclined. But every time you felt like giving up, you were blinded by the curses you threw and the countless bodies that you were partially responsible for.

Because of that, you knew that anything would be better than going back there. Just thinking about all the darkness and horror Hogwarts was now draped in made your skin crawl.

Pausing to try and figure out the geography of your surrounding areas, you had to do some serious searching in your head as to where the closest towns were located. Glenfinnan was in somewhat close proximity, but it was against a jagged coastline which made it hard to get to. Your only choice would be to make your way over to Dufftown before reaching Hogsmeade.

Dufftown was a sad little town, simple people that were nice enough but not much there. The real goal was Hogsmeade.

Forgotten of, were the innocent field trips to the town shops on weekend trips with your friends and house members. The thought of all those happy memories being dredged up by going back there almost made you not want to go at all. But the treacherous mountains mocking you ahead made Hogsmeade the ultimate goal and destination.

Surely you could contact your parents at that point. They had to be out looking for you and Jameson throughout the night after you didn't show up at the Hogs Head Inn.

Right?

Fucking Jameson.

You wondered now more than ever where he had ended up in the muggle world. You were glad that he did not have to witness all that you had by staying, he would have never recovered. But you also resented him for leaving you here alone.

Was he out enjoying life like nothing was wrong?

Was he partying with his friends and having fun like normal teenagers?

Was he thinking about me or wondering if I was safe?

All you could do was wonder, as you had no idea how to find him or even contact him. There was still that lingering voice in the back of your head yelling at him for leaving you behind. He was your best friend, your twin, the one person who you knew could understand you better than anyone else.

The emotional turmoil of the past forty-eight hours came crashing down on you as you sat on the forest floor and cried. Shamelessly, pouring it all out and letting yourself be vulnerable for once. It wasn't like anyone was around to judge you for sobbing your eyes out.

Until you heard a whoosh, and the sound of feet hitting the leaves and brush.

Wiping your eyes harshly, you stood up immediately in fear of it being a death eater who followed you. The leaves crunching under your shoes made being quiet practically impossible.

You had no time to run or hide as the person stumbled through the trees onto your path.

Lo and behold, it was Draco Malfoy.