The Lullaby of Fear | Draco Malfoy

Chapter Seven

It was Malfoy's perspective.

It was first year, first day in Hogwarts, he was standing between a lot of young children, all looking curiously at the Sorting Hat, who was now choosing Susan Bones' house, next was me. This felt like seeing a film.

Little eleven-year-old me walked the few steps when my name was called by Professor McGonagall, I sat down on the small stool and they put me the Sorting Hat on.

"Oh, I know this one...another Diggory, lemme see...your brother is in Hufflepuff," The Sorting Hat exclaimed, making me smile, "However...you seem very different from him, I know you'll do great in Slytherin!" The Hat then shouted, I can see my face dropping as loud cheers were heard, I was the first one sorted in that house.

"She looks scared," Draco's little voice suddenly said, looking at his right to someone, "I know I will be in the same house as her," He mumbled so quietly nobody seemed to have heard him, he was glad, he was pink in the face for saying that out loud.

Suddenly, the image changes.

It was now our second year, Potions class with Snape. Draco was looking at me, I was pouring some stuff on my cauldron, then shaking my head because I had messed something up. I think we were doing the Wiggenweld Potion.

"Go tell Lia Diggory that she needs to put unicorn horn on the potion," Malfoy said to little Blaise Zabini by his side, "Not unicorn tail hair."

"Why don't you go?" Blaise huffed, shaking his head, "Always asking me to tell her stuff..." He mumbled as he walked over to my spot when Snape went into his office.

I can see Blaise telling me that, and I can remember it happening as well. I frowned before doing what he had said, when the potion finally turned green I smiled so big at him and thanked him with a hug. I had noticed Malfoy's angry expression, looking at us, I shook my head, looking away from him and into the cauldron again.

The image changes again.

Draco was now a bit older, it was our third year. He was put on a bed on the hospital wing, moaning of pain, I remember he had got hurt by the Hippogriff, the magical beast that was Hagrid's.

I could see myself sitting on a chair next to his bed, I remember I had been sick that week and had not attended many classes. I had seen him entering the wing, and I got so curious to what had happened that I had decided to sit there.

Draco looked at me in pain, I was holding his free hand, and with a comforting voice I said, "It'll be alright, Draco. Don't panic,"

I did not remember that I was holding his hand at all, or the way he smiled up at me as best as he could, or calling him by his name — I thought I had never done that.

The image changes once more, I frown, I wanted to see more of that memory.

It seems that it was an early breakfast, Draco was sitting next to Crabbe and Goyle, but he was not paying attention to them. Instead, he was looking at my old self. We looked older, this was last year.

I was eating breakfast alone, a book on my legs. I vividly remember that day, reading and reading through books to help Cedric at one of the tasks for the Triwizard Tournament, he needed to go underwater for a long time, he knew that after opening a Golden Egg that resounded some voices. We finally found the Bubble-Head Charm and it worked for him.

Little did I know that I was the one that was in danger — for the task, they kept me hostage in the Black Lake's waters so Cedric would go and rescue his 'sorely missed' that the teachers had chosen for each of the four champions. Even now, I cannot remember anything of that task before Cedric pulled me out of the water.