Don't let this darkness fool you (all lights turned off can be turned on)

Chapter 1

"She's going to kill you when she finds out Malfoy."

Potter was probably right, no matter how much Draco hated to admit it, what he was doing was extremely risky, and offensively fucking stupid. There had been a new dark object alert at a worn down, barely standing, house on the far edge of London and Draco was determined to get it before anyone else, it's not like he had anything to prove as a former deatheater who may or may not have tried but failed at killing Dumbledore. The point was he had to come out of this house, which is rumored to have booby (haha) traps all over, without a scratch or else Astoria, his fiancé, will have his head on a stake.

The story between Draco and Astoria is a unconventionally romantic one. They were arranged by their mothers who would whisper and gossip about how "Oh they'll have the cutest little babies" and "how do you think their wedding night is going to be spent?" and with that Draco promptly went to his room, locked his door, cast a silencing spell and screamed into his pillow. He was twenty one years old, he had no interest in settling down..that's until he saw Astoria after all those years away from Hogwarts, he was star struck as soon as he saw her, now at twenty-three, he is planning (or more so his mother, while he gives the occasional "uh-huh") a wedding, and praying that he doesn't get murdered for going on the one mission he promised not to.

At least he had Potter with him.

"I mean seriously mate, she's going to ban you from having sex with her for like a week"

Nevermind fuck Potter.

"Shut up potter" Draco hissed as they both enter a dimly lit room on the second floor of the barely standing house when he sees a journal with a vague green glow to it.

Harry puts his arm out which causes Draco to run into it with a "hmph" and sends him a deadly glare. The Harry sneaks over to the glowing object. It was very..peculiar, It reminded him of Tom Riddles diary but with less harmful intent, almost as if it was calling out his name. Harry's fingers skim the cover of the journal and that's when all shit hits the fan. The walls start trembling and little specks of debris falls upon their shoulders.

Now Draco would call himself a resourceful person, i mean that's why he was in Slytherin right? self preservation and all that crap. But at that moment, all he could care about is getting the Boy Who Lived out of the house because if Draco came back and Harry didn't..well that would raise some questions. Everything happened quickly, Draco grabbed Harry, Harry tried to grab the journal, Draco pulled him away and started running with him, down the stairs, through the hall, through the front door, Well harry made it through the front door, Draco had tripped over a loose floor plank and crashed into a weirdly placed coffee table.

"DRACO!!" Harry screamed and tried to push himself through the rubble that was all coming down at once, there was crashing, and dust, and noise, and then nothing. Harry couldn't see Draco, and in that moment everything stopped. The reformed Deatheater was trapped under piles of walls and rubble, his legs successfully being crushed by pounds of brick, and his body not being at his own will..And yet the only think he could get himself to actually think about was if he'll be home in time to get a good wank in. Priorities.

Everything went black.

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Hospitals have always been Draco's least favorite place, when he was ten he had fallen out of a tree after trying to save a baby bird who couldn't yet fly, but instead stepped on a weak branch and fell down, landing on his arm resulting in a emergency to St. Mungos. He swore up and down that they were trying to break his arm even more with all of the poking and prodding that they were doing, and after that he swore to never set foot inside a hospital again. Ten year old Draco would be quite dissatisfied at this moment.