A Malfoy

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~ Chapter Eight: I love you ~

Dobby helps Harry and his friends to escape, along with Ollivander, Luna Lovegood, and Griphook the goblin. Harry takes them all to Ron's brother Bill's cottage, for safety. Dobby, the brave elf, died from a knife wound by Bellatrix Lesterange, who also killed Sirius Black.

Harry learns from a vision of Voldemort's that the final Horcrux is at Hogwarts, so they travel to the nearby village of Hogsmeade. They meet Aberforth, who helps them get into Hogwarts through a painting by summoning Neville Longbottom, who has been organizing meetings of Dumbledore's Army in the hidden Room of Requirement.

Harry asks the members of the D.A. if they can think of an important item associated with the school, hoping such an item might be the final Horcrux. The Ravenclaw students tell him about the lost diadem of Ravenclaw.

While Harry looks for the diadem, the professors and students of Hogwarts rally to his defense, having been warned that Voldemort is on his way. Voldemort and his followers attack the school in a great battle, and Harry finds and destroys the diadem Horcrux.

[ Emma Dawlish's Perspective ]

Malfoy Manor is a very nice place. Under different circumstances, I might have enjoyed it here. Above the cellar, I could hear Draco arguing with his father, which made my heart hurt.

Bellatrix Lesterange had been the one to catch me, while I was making my way to Hogsmeade. I knew Harry and the others are there. In the cellar, Fenrir Greyback was talking to someone else who I couldn't see. The werewolf had some.... ideas... on what to do with me. They hadn't been able to get a word out of me without a spell, and by that time, Draco had gotten to his house.

I had wrote Draco a note and left it in our room at the school, our one safe haven. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't ask Draco to save me over protecting his family. I wouldn't want to ever do something to someone that could hurt them, even if I know they might do it to me.

[ Draco Malfoy's Perspective ]

I remember that when I was younger, my father had once told me figure out where my family stood in my heart. After receiving Emma's letter, the thought of her in danger had terrified me more than the thought of Voldemort killing me.

It had been around noon, a week after Easter, when Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley had been caught and taken to my house. I instantly recognized Granger from how much time her and Dawlish spent together. Ronald was an easy spot with his ginger hair. Harry had been disfigured by a spell, most likely Hermione. I knew it was him. He refused to look at me and I felt the same way. I didn't want to look at Potter, in case some recognition crossed my face and the others could tell.

I remember how excited father was that Potter had been caught, along with the muggle-born and blood traitor. Mom had been near the fire pit, avoiding the whole of it. After I mumbled a few words, I went to join her. She understood me the most, though I rarely said anything. It was hard not to love your family, even if you have tried not to.

Anyways, I had been thinking about this as I went to meet with Emma Dawlish in the room I first kissed her. I don't know if it is where I first fell in love or not. If I hadn't been, the letter most certainly made me.