Fawns Heart

{Seventy-six}

{WARNING - Tissues may be needed}

Narrator's pov -

Draco was sent back to the burrow after escaping Malfoy Manor. He tried to go back, he tried everything to get her back, but it was no use. Bill and Fleur found it hard to keep him steady, to keep him from doing something that could get him hurt or killed. Hermione, Harry and Ron felt tremendously guilty for leaving their friend where she was, but they knew there would be no escape for them if they tried to help her.

Draco thought, he thought a lot. He thought of how that was the worst Christmas he could possibly have, he thought about ways he could have helped, he thought about the smallest things. He thought too much, overworked his brain, he bet himself up about leaving her. Molly tried to help, she would often make Draco coffees and teas, helping him get through the days without the girl he loved. The order agreed he wasn't In the best place to help protect the ministry, so he helped Fred and George with the shop most days.

It was good for him, he enjoyed working with George, even if Fred wasn't such a joy to be around. Working with the twins allowed him to keep his mind off the things he knew would make everything worse. So he kept himself busy, he worked, he helped, he did everything he did for her. He thought of how proud she would be if she were to see him working with her friends. He thought, he thought, and he thought. His mind was working constantly, never giving him a break.

It was hard for the order to understand what was happening at Hogwarts, they had a radio connection to some, but it was hardly ever used. Snape was the new headmaster, running the school the way Voldemort wanted, preparing the students for when he won the war. Everything seemed darker, there were barely any customers at the shop, and the ministry was constantly being raided, taken over. There were more and more mass killings, and Draco knew who was behind them, he knew that she had no choice. Every time Draco looked at the Daily Prophet, he could help but feel sick, worried, he was scared for Fawn, knowing what he was making her do.

It was one spring evening that they were called upon. The twins had closed the shop down, due to the oncoming war. Draco was sat at the kitchen table of 12 Grimmauld place, his closest friends around with him. No one spoke, no one dared to look at each other, knowing that the war was close, that the battle would have to be fought, knowing that people would get hurt. Draco thought of when he told his friends about Theodore, about how they reacted, their closest friend, taking Draco's place to help him. There was no doubt that their thoughts were crowded too, thinking about what was to come, thinking about their friend on the other side of the war, a place where he didn't want to be, where he didn't fit in.

"Everyone get ready!" Remus yelled, walking hurriedly into the kitchen, "Harry's at Hogwarts, we need to go, now!" He finished, rushing off to get everyone else.

Onyx's eyes widened at the thought of the battle they would have to fight in, she looked to George worriedly, holding him tight. Draco took in a deep breath before standing with the rest of his friends, he took a mere second to look at them, to memorize every detail of their features. He hoped, he prayed he wouldn't lose any of them. He hoped and prayed that Fawn wouldn't be there, but he knew she would, and he knew that he had to help. Because he had promised to himself that he would never leave her again, never again.

Everything seemed to move too quickly for Draco's brain to process, one minute he was standing in the kitchen, and the next, he was preparing to apparate to the school he once loved. He pulled his mind away from the wandering thoughts, focusing on apparating so he wouldn't get splinched. As he regained his balance in the cold and empty corridor, his heart dropped down to his stomach. They were waiting for the signal to entre, he had hardly noticed Hermione and Ron who stood with them patiently. They waited, they held their breaths, they all did.