The Originals | A Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

[05] The Killing Curse

Draco Malfoy and the Killing Curse

Chapter 1

I was sitting at Harry's house with Aunt P, we were boiling hot and watching the weather. The man standing in front of England's map kept telling us that the days were going to get hotter and hotter. I sighed and stared at Petunia, she huffed and changed the channel. I looked back at the screen and sat up, Dr Who was on again.

Vernon was in the kitchen away from me, eating ice cream that he refused to share. Aunt P was in a floral bathing suit, and by the Greek gods above! She's wrinkly. I stared at the screen bored, Peter Capaldi was on and I would much prefer Matt Smith. I was waiting on Harry and I suppose Dudley as well. They were both out in the park, Harry invited me but it was too hot outside. I was also sporting a headache this morning, I looked out the window, it was almost evening. I wonder where they were?

Just then the door opened and I sighed in contentment. They were fine, Aunt P was calling Dudley and I looked over at the door, waiting for Harry. They both fell through the door and staggered their way into the living room. I immediately stood up and walked over to Harry who was already having a hard time helping Dudley up. His skinny arms trembling under the weight of his larger cousin. I hauled Dudley to the arm chair that Vernon loves. Aunt P's trembling and cries making the work a lot harder. Once I got him to sit down, I looked back at Harry who retreated to the corner of the room, looking pale and shaken.

Vernon came barreling through the door, pushing me off his son and looking at Petunia for some type of explanation. I didn't care to be honest, I went over to Harry who looked frightened. I cupped his cheek, "Prongs?" I asked. I sighed, I bent my head down and tilted his head gently to look at me. I sent him a reassuring look and he crumbled, he wrapped his arms around me and shook greatly. I held him close and rubbed his back, "It's okay. Your fine. It's alright. Harry, you're here with me and that all we need." I looked back at Aunt P and Vernon.

Aunt P gave me a small smile and I nodded. I don't think we're close to be honest, but I do know that she does admire me, probably because I take care of Harry. She loves him, I can tell, I just don't think I'll ever be able to forgive her to what she did to him. Vernon was absolutely seething with rage, apparently I'm still an abomination. That man needs to sort out his priorities. I turned to Harry and calmly stroked his back.

I scratched behind his ear, his animagus calming down immediately. "Want to tell me what happened?" I asked. Harry sighed tiredly but nodded.

"It was a dementor." He looked at Dudley who still seemed frightened.

"What?"

"Guards of Azkaban." We all looked surprised at Petunia. For a moment she thought about what she said and slapped a hand over her mouth.

"How- how did you-"

"I remember that horrid boy telling my sister about them. I remember her crying, completely scared," she whispered.

"Boy? My dad?" Harry took a step toward her, I grabbed his hand. The tension in this room rising. Vernon stood up and waddled his way towards Harry. I didn't stop him this time, he would dare touch Harry.

"You've done it this time now boy!" he rounded on Harry but I stepped in the way. In a flash I had my wand out and I quirked my eyebrow. Testing to see what he'd do.

"Another step out of line and you'll end up like your son." I warned. Harry pulled me back.

"Dray, don't." he warned. I sighed and pocketed my wand, fine... Harry and I both took a step back as Vernon went back to tend to his son. Deciding whether or not they should go to the doctors. I'm pretty sure Doctor's are muggle medics. I don't actually know what they look like, although I think Dr Who dresses up pretty similar to a doctor.