The promise that Malfoy made saying he wouldn’t join his family, in trying to continue Voldemort’s work, kept Harry going for the next few weeks. Classes were extremely hard as this was Harry’s last year at Hogwarts. He would be taking his NEWT’s so the homework was piling up.
But knowing that Malfoy wouldn’t be joining the other Death Eaters built a little fire inside Harry that no one could destroy. Except for Malfoy himself. Which he did. The little fire burned out when he found out that Malfoy’s promise had been a lie.
Harry had been helping Professor McGonagall take some old books from her classroom to an empty one. But she had left him to go stop Peeves from trashing the charms classroom.
Harry walked into the room he was supposed to be taking the books to and found Malfoy there. “Oh, hi, Malfoy,” Harry said, surprised. “What are you doing—?”
But he stopped abruptly when he saw who Malfoy was with. The books in Harry’s arms fell to the floor as he stared into the corner of the room. Malfoy was looking frightened at the sight of Harry as he tried to block the people behind him so that Harry
couldn’t see them.
But Harry wasn’t fooled. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the three Malfoy’s. Malfoy was here, in this empty classroom, with his parents. Malfoy still tried to block his parents from view but he was unsuccessful.
“What are they doing here?” Harry shouted, his wand pointing at Malfoy’s face.
“They—They’re just here for—” Malfoy stuttered. He had stopped trying to conceal his parents. He stood next to them looking guilty and confused.
“I trusted you,” Harry shouted, still pointing his wand at Malfoy. “I trusted you. You promised that you wouldn’t help them!”
Harry continued to shout and Malfoy didn’t respond, letting Harry yell at him. Lucius Malfoy however wouldn’t let Harry continue.
“Draco,” Lucius said, turning to his son. “Are you friends with Pottah? What is this about a promise?”
Malfoy didn’t answer. He stood still next to his parents, not knowing what to say. Harry watched him, anger was still building up inside him. But he also felt hurt. He had trusted Malfoy. Harry had believed that he wouldn’t join the Death Eaters. But Harry had been wrong.
Harry raised his wand higher and shouted, “Expelli—”
“Stupefy!” Narcissa screamed and Harry fell to the floor, his wand rolling in the opposite direction.
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I Hate That I Love You (Harco/Drarry)
FanfictionHarry's last year at Hogwarts, of course, had been interrupted by the war. The war that had ended the reign of Lord Voldemort. The Battle Of Hogwarts. But Harry wasn't ready to end his time there. He missed the castle, he missed his classes, he miss...
