"You have fought valiantly but in vain. I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore commend my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity."
Draco groaned, holding his temples and squeezing his eyes shut. He shook his head, blinking up and looking back at the terrified faces of Pansy and Millie. When had they got to him?
"What- what do we do?" Pansy whispered.
"We should just give him up!" someone said.
Draco looked back at where the Great Hall was situated. He turned back at Professor Lupin, a dark look passed between the two before they ran into the castle again. There were bodies everywhere, Draco didn't have time to look and see who had died and how many people- students- friends of his were dead because Harry looked ready to pass out.
"Moony!" Sirius called, running over to Lupin, pulling the man into a hug.
Draco found Greg helping with the injured. Blaise was sitting next to Theo, holding the boy's hand and he let the girls run over to be reunited. Instead of returning to his friends and checking them over, he went to Harry. Who was currently being shielded by Weasley and Granger.
"If anyone wants a go at Harry, they'll have to go through us!" Weasley shouted, he had tear tracks running down his face.
That seemed almost impossible to Draco, Ronald Weasley was not a crier. At least, he didn't think he was. But he seemed scared and Draco finally realised that the student wanting to give up Harry was Astoria Greengrass. She had a frown on her pretty face, a member of his Quidditch team.
"It's okay Astoria," Draco said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay."
"It's not! She shouldn't have fought with us if she didn't know what she was getting into," Granger said, glaring at the girl.
"But none of us do," Draco sighed, walking over to Harry and placing his hands on the boy's shoulders. "We're all scared. I didn't think the war was going to be this taxing and yet here I am. I just watched my godfather get stabbed in the chest, Professor Lupin torture and kill Fenrir Greyback and my parents try to whisk me away to France—"
"Wait what?" Harry asked.
"I digress. It's terrifying," Draco whispered to Harry. Only to Harry.
"You," he said, giving a strained smile. "Scared?"
Draco smirked slightly, "you wish..." He then frowned, "I need to tell you something."
Harry shook his head, "if it's about leaving then—"
"No it's about... the final horcrux." Draco looked at Weasley, then Granger. He took Harry's hand and pulled him out and away from the Great Hall. There were people still milling around the corridors, leaning against the wall to calm down or cry. Draco felt like joining them and just find a random classroom to scream in.
"Do you remember the day Headmaster Dumbledore died? When I asked him to give me information about the horcruxes?"
Harry frowned but nodded. "He gave you his memories."
Draco walked up the stairs, leading Harry towards the Room of Requirement. "I couldn't- I mean I just... the memories. Dumbledore's memories were- they—" Draco cursed. "Fuck Harry, I couldn't finish them." He let go of the boy's hand and started to pace in front of the wall, finding the familiar door of the DA room pop up.
"He never left the memories for me, at least I don't think he did."
Harry was staring at Draco with more conviction, "he left them for me?"
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The Journal of Regulus Arcturus Black
FanfictionDraco didn't want to leave his home and denounce the Malfoy family name. But with the threat of the Dark Lord's rise at the end of Fourth Year, he had no choice in the matter. With the help of his mother and father, Draco takes on the name of his go...
