Pinky Promise (Y/nMalfoy X Fred Weasley)

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Months had passed and Y/n had been trapped in her home. She hadn't known anything of anyone from the Order. She was making her way down the stairs when she heard crying. She made a face, moving towards the sound. Peter had been standing by a door. "What are you doing?" asked Y/n.

"Nothing." said Peter.

"Who is in there?" asked Y/n. Peter stared at her as she stared back. She moved closer to the door, Peter moved against the wall.

"You cannot go in there." said Peter. Y/n opened the door to see Luna and Ollivander. Luna looked at Y/n, the two girls staring at each other.

"What is the child doing in here?" asked Y/n turning to Peter.

"I'm— I'm not sure, miss." said Peter. Y/n turned back to Luna, sharing an apologetic look. She closed the door, moving away from it. Peter returned to the post, playing with his fingers.

Y/n entered the kitchen to see Bellatrix. "Why is there a child in the basement?" asked Y/n with a face. Narcissa had been massaging her temples, shrugging.

"She is working with Potter, won't tell us where he is." said Bellatrix.

"She is a child!" said Y/n with a face. Bellatrix shrugged, continuing to drink her tea. Y/n made a face, shaking her head.

The months continued and Y/n could not handle it anymore, she was going crazy and she missed Fred. "This sucks." said Y/n sitting against the couch. Draco had been on the other side, glancing towards her.

"Tell me about it." said Draco.

""What is this?" Y/n heard her mother's voice.

"We're here to see He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" rasped Greyback.

"Who are you?" said Narcissa. Y/n sat up, tilting to see who had been at the door.

"You know me!" There was resentment in the werewolf's voice. "Fenrir Greyback! We've caught Harry Potter!"

Y/n sat up quickly, peeking from the wall. Narcissa had been standing at the door, tilting her head. Greyback seized Harry and dragged him around to face the light, forcing the other prisoners to shuffle around too. "I know 'e's swollen, ma'am, but it's 'im!" piped up Scabior. "If you look a bit closer, you'll see 'is scar. And this 'ere, see the girl? The Mudblood who's been traveling around with 'im, ma'am. There's no doubt it's 'im, and we've got 'is wand as well! 'Ere, ma'am —"

"Bring them in," Narcissa said. Harry and the others were shoved and kicked up broad stone steps into a hallway lined with portraits. "Follow me," said Narcissa, leading the way across the hall. "My son, Draco, is home for his Easter holidays. If that is Harry Potter, he will know."

"What is this?" asked Lucius. Y/n had been panicking; she turned to look Draco and back towards the others.

"They say they've got Potter," said Narcissa's cold voice. "Draco, come here." Narcissa said from the other room. He turned to Y/n, and back towards where he heard his mother's voice. He gestured Y/n to come along, she followed.

"Well, boy?" rasped the werewolf. When Y/n finally got a look at them, she made a face. Harry's face was huge, shiny, and pink, every feature distorted. His black hair reached his shoulders and there was a dark shadow around his jaw.

"Well, Draco?" said Lucius. He sounded avid. "Is it? Is it Harry Potter?"

"I can't — I can't be sure," said Draco. He was keeping his distance from Greyback.

"But look at him carefully, look! Come closer!" said Lucius. "Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiv—"