Death Eaten: Draco Malfoy X Reader

Wind Blows, Fire Burns

Y/N's POV

Eventually the Irish won and me, the twins, and Ethan were going insane. We went back to our tent to celebrate after the match ended. Fred and George were Irish dancing. We heard a large boom and the back of my neck started to sting.
"Ah!" I hissed, holding the back of my neck as Mr. Weasley went outside to see what was going on.
"Y/N, are you alright?" Hermione asked.
"I.."
"--There's no one like Krum," Ron interjected my thoughts.
"Krum?" asked George "Dumb Krum," Fred said in a mocking tone. I tried to laugh but, the pain in the back of my neck was unbearable. It then went away.
"He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind," Ron continued as Fred and George obnoxiously flapped their wings around him like drunken pelicans. "He's more than an athlete," Ron said.
"He's an artist."
"I think you're in love, Ron," Ginny smiled cheekily as she patted her brother on the shoulder. 
"Shut up," Ron scolded. 
"Viktor, I love you," Fred sang.
"Viktor I do!" George sang. 
"When we're apart my heart beats only for you," Harry sang along. The noise from outside got louder. 
"Sounds like Irish have got their pride on," Fred said over the loud booming and screaming. 
"--Stop! Stop it" Mr. Weasley said as he stopped George and Ron from having a pillow fight. 
"It's not the Irish," Mr. Weasley said as he approached Ginny. "We've got to get out of here. Now," he said, sternly. 
We all ran out of the tent. People were running and screaming. 
"Get out, it's the Death Eaters!" someone screamed. 
"Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together!" Mr. Weasley told us. "Fred, George! Ginny is your responsibility. Go!" Mr. Weasley yelled. The back of my neck was stinging even more. 
"Ah!" I yelled. 
"Y/N, come on!" Ethan yelled as he took my hand. Ethan and I ran not too far behind the Weasley twins and Ginny. In the corner of my eyes I saw figures in black cloaks, skull masks and torches. They were speaking some sort of language I couldn't understand. It almost sounded Latin, but I wasn't sure. 
"Ethan, my neck!" I yelled as we bumped into a bunch of people. 
"Keep up you lot!" Fred yelled. We accidentally got separated from Harry. We were all being pushed by people so it was only a matter of seconds until we got separated. 
We reached the forest for safety instead of going over hill towards the Portkey. A lot of people retreated there. 
"Ethan, my neck hurts. Please check on it," I pleaded as we all stopped. I pulled my hair up and away from my neck.
"Y/N...it's glowing," Ethan told me. 
"What?! No, no, no, no, no,no. It can't be!" I yelled as I turned back around. 
"Y/N...what does it mean when it's glowing?" asked Ethan. 
"Someone died," I said as my eyes began to water. "And the only one missing is Harry, so..." I stressed. "We need to go back! I need to make sure it's him," I said as I tried to go back towards the disaster of a camp site. 
"Y/N, no!" Ethan said as he pulled me down. "We need to wait it out." he told me. 

All the noise and panic died down, eventually. 
"Y/N, come on. We'll go look for Harry," said Hermione who took my hand. 
"Okay," I said as I followed her and Ron out of the forest. We returned to the now destroyed and disintegrated camp site. We all started to call Harry's name. Just then, a huge puff of green smoke appeared into the sky. It looked almost exactly like my mark, except there was no snake coming out of its mouth like the one in the sky had. 
"Over there," Ron said as he pointed to a very alive Harry who was hiding behind a broke tent. If he was alive then who was...
"We've been looking for you for ages!" Ron exclaimed, getting Harry's attention. "Thought we lost you, mate."
"What is that?" asked Harry as he pointed to the green mark in the sky. Harry groaned and grabbed his scar. 
"Stupefy!" said many voices in unison. The for of us ducked as spells were being shot at us. 
"Stop!" came Mr. Weasley's voice. "That's my son!" Mr. Weasley yelled as he pushed past on of the men pointing their wands at us. He ran right to us. 
"Ron, Harry, Y/N, Hermione, you all right?" Mr. Weasley asked. 
"We came back for Harry. My mark sensed death, Mr. Weasley," I stressed. 
"Which of you conjured it?" a man asked as he approached us. 
"Crouch, you can't possi--"
"Do not lie!" Crouch interjected as he pointed his wand at each of us. "You've been discovered at the scene of the crime," Crouch told us.
"Crime?" Harry questioned. 
"Barty, they're just kids," Mr. Weasley defended us. 
"What crime?" asked Harry. 
"It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's his mark," Hermione explained. 
"What, Voldemort?" Harry questioned. "Those people tonight, in the masks, they're his too, aren't they?" asked Harry. Mr. Weasley nodded. "His followers." 
"Yeah. Death Eaters," Mr. Weasley responded. 
"Follow me," said Crouch to his men. 
"-There was a man, before," Harry told Crouch. Crouch turned around and stared at Harry. 
"There!" Harry pointed. 
"All of you, this way," Crouch told his men. 
"A man, Harry? Who?" asked Mr. Weasley. 
"I don't know," Harry replied as he turned around to face us. "I didn't see his face." 
"Mr. Weasley. If Harry isn't dead I need to know who is. My mark started to sting...twice!" I yelled. 
"Do you know if Amos and Cedric are alive?" Mr. Weasley asked. 
"Yes, they retreated in the forest along with the rest of us," I explained. Mr. Weasley's expression fell. "We need to get you home," Mr. Weasley urged as he pushed me towards the hill. 
"Harry, Ron, Hermione, you go get Ethan and the others and bring them here. We need to check on the Blackbird's home," Mr. Weasley told the trio. 
Mr. Weasley had me follow him to the Portkey. 
"Mr. Weasley...I'm scared," I said with a shaken voice. 
"I know. We're leaving now to see if you're parents are alright," Mr. Weasley reassured. After a moment or two, everyone else came to join us, including Cedric and Uncle Amos. 
"Everyone grab the Portkey, now!" Mr. Weasley yelled. We all did so and went spinning into the air. After a moment of spinning, we floated down. We were near the Burrow. I then smelled smoke. 
"Oh, god. Please no," I pleaded as I started to follow the smell of the smoke and it wasn't coming from the Burrow. 
"Y/N, wait!" several voices yelled after me. I didn't care, though. I ran and I ran until my field of vision became swarmed with an extremely terrifying and gut-wrenching sight. My beloved Manor was in flames. 
"NO!" I screamed as I ran towards the burning flames. I didn't get that far because someone grabbed a hold of me. I kicked and screamed, trying to get whoever was holding me, off of me. In the corner of my eye, I saw Ethan being held back by someone too. 
"Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed. The sight of the fire was burning my eyes and the smell of the smoke was burning my nose. I sobbed and sobbed until my body could no longer take it...I blacked out completely. And I was hoping to either wake up knowing it was all some sort of nightmare, or not wake up at all knowing it was true...

*Time Skip*

I'm going to skip the details because...it's just too painful, so, I'll keep it blunt. Mother and Father are dead. According to a criminologist, the fire was started purposefully. The only lucky thing about this was that Hoggle and the animals got away safely. It took some Magical Creature Rescuers a while to corral them all but, they're now all safe with Grandfather Scammander. Shadow and Locket were still alive and were also set free, so I guess I got lucky there as well. 
Until my brother is 17, we have a custody agreement with my Uncle Amos. My brother turns 17 on Halloween so it's not that long. And when he turns 17, he will have access to our parent's money so we can rebuild our home and he can gain custody over me until I'm 17. 

I blame myself for all of this...I also blame my Uncle Snape. I didn't want to but, I felt like I couldn't just blame myself and this curse. If Uncle Snape hadn't been with Dumbledore all summer I would've had a chance at keeping the curse from invading my mind. This was complete and utter bullshit. When I thought I had all my cards laid out, I realized another culprit could be the reason for their death...Lucius Fucking Malfoy. He told me and only me that ""I did not ask your opinion, Ms. Blackbird, though rain will do you a bit of good. Especially after tonight." 
That sick blonde bastard better not have had anything to do with my parents' death or he's gonna wish he had never been born. 
I brought the matter up to Mr. Weasley and he said he'd bring the matter up with the Ministry. 
There's still a bunch of things I don't understand about the curse. Like how it would drive something or someone to kill the people I love. How does a curse have that much power? Even if it did drive Lucius Malfoy to set my house on fire, I wanted that bastard imprisoned. He was the one who put Tom Riddle's diary in Ginny's cauldron in Flourish and Blotts, he jinxed the death of my parents and probably even caused it. And for some odd reason, I did not like the way he nudged Draco with his cane. Even if I did despise the boy it wasn't right to abuse your own children. 

This year was going to be a hard year because I didn't know how persistent this curse was going to be so I'm going to cut everybody off. And I mean everyone off. I am going to go from being the Soft Slytherin to the Self-kept Slytherin or the Silent Slytherin. I don't care who tries to talk me down, I won't let them inside my head. Until I get this Occlumency thing down. I wasn't going to allow anyone new try and get close to me or anyone I'm friends with try to get closer to me. I can't do that to them. I'd rather fling myself off the astronomy tower. At this time, it doesn't sound like a horrible idea. Maybe if I died, the curse would die with me. I just--I don't know what else I can do for myself and the others around me.