Father's Little Deatheater

Redemption

Narcissa POV

"No sign of him, my Lord." A Deatheater questions the Dark Lord, who is stroking the elder wand waiting for Harry to arrive. Silently watching in the background with Lucius by my side, we stand in the dark forbidden forest. My sister Bella prancing around after the Dark Lord. I do hope Asteria and Draco are okay. I take in a breath of fresh air, just as I'm alerted by Harry's appearance.

"Harry! What are you doing here?!" Hagrid yells, still chained up by the other Deatheater's. "Quiet" One of them ushers back. A few moments pass before anyone speaks. Just some casual staring. "Harry Potter. The boy boy who lived. Come to die." The Dark Lord speaks, before raising his wand. "Avada Kedavra" He yells, striking Harry in the chest. The force of the curse knocking the both of the backwards. "My Lord. Are you hurt" Bella rushes over to help him up. "I don't need your help." I hear him say. I think he pushes my sister away because I hear her gasp. But my attention is on Harry. I think I saw him move. "The boy. Is he dead?" Bella questions as I walk over to check. "Are they alive? Draco and Asteria. Are they alive?" I whisper as quietly as I can. Harry nods ever so slightly. Relief.

"Dead" I tell the others. They all start to cheer. I pay no attention as I shuffle back over to our prepared tent to relax after finding out my darling children are safe.

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Draco Pov

I wake up feeling genuinely happy for the first time in years. I look down at my hand which is still tightly clasped in Stella's. My eyes trail up her body, I smile when I meet her emerald green eyes staring at me. She places a finger to her lips, looking at a sleeping Atti a few steps down laying in Luna's lap. Her eyes meet mine again, with a smile on her face. Before I'm about to even get the chance to smile back, she leans in planting a sweet kiss on my lips. As she pulls away I pull her back for one more kiss, this time more passionate. We suddenly move away from each other, breathing heavily. She grips my hand and squeeze's it, smiling. Fuckk I've fallen for this girl. Big time.

We sit in silence awaiting for the sun to rise, catching a few glances at each other every now and then. Walking out with Stella's hand in mine to get some fresh air with everyone a little while later. "Who is that? Hagrid's carrying?" Ginny Weasley's voice broke through the silence. I glance past Longbottom who stood at the front of the crowd, it looked like he has holding the crumpled up Sorting Hat clenched in his fists. "Neville—who is it?" Her voice rang again. I decide to look myself. Instantly regretting my decision. No it cant be. Harry Potter cant be dead.. If so do I deserve to have this luxury life without the chance to apologize to him for all my sins.

"Harry Potter... is dead!" Lord Voldemort's voice rang out, my breath hitched confirming my fears. Ginny Weasley let out a gut retching strangled scream. I hold Stella's hand tighter as I turn to look at her. Hoping this isn't the last chance I have to be with her. "Silence!" Lord Voldemort hissed. "Stupid girl." He looked over the gathered crowd with his controlling glance. "Harry Potter is dead." He spoke again. A silence fell over us all as those words sink in even more.

"From this day forth... you'll put your faith in me." He commanded. No one moved. No one breathed. "Harry Potter is dead!" he roared again, even louder. The Death Eaters erupted in laughter with him. Lord Voldemort's twisted cackle is heard over the rest. "And now..." He raised his arms wide. "It's time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us... or die."

"Draco!" Fathers voice rang out from across the courtyard, demanding but scared. "Oh, Draco." He sounded... Desperate. Beside him, mother gave me a pleading hopeful smile. "Draco, come." My parents pleading for ne to join the dark side as Asteria called it. I'm torn.

I find my self taking a step forward towards my parents. But Stella's hand shot out, fingers curling around my wrist. "Draco, no—" she whispered, her voice cracking. I froze in place looking at her face. I could literally feel my heard cracking. "If Harry is dead..." I manage to get out. "Then there's no point in me staying to apologize." Stella's catches her breath. I could see the pain in her eyes. Her hand dropped to her side leaving mine feeling cold without her warm touch. "You don't mean that," pleaded, quiet, broken. "I—I'm sorry." I blurt out before pulling away. Walking alone across the rubble strewn courtyard towards my parents.

"Ah, well done, Draco. Well done." Lord Voldemort pulls me into a cold possessive hug. I didn't even react or pull away. What's the point. As I'm guided to my parents father coldly pats me on the shoulder. Mother interrupts. "Come with me dear." She pulls me with her walking ahead of father towards the bridge. "Harry is still alive" she whispered. "What! How?" I whisper back. "No time to talk. Here?" She hands me Harry's wand. I carefully pocket hoping no one saw. "Go be the man I dreamed you would be." Mother tells me. Shit am I weak to say that my mother has bought me to tears. Happy tears though.

Asteria Pov

My grip gets tighter around George's hand as I see my brother betray us, walking over to the dark side. "Its okay I have a feeling he'll come around." George whispers in my ear. Just then Neville started limping forward. My stomach dropped. What was he doing? "Well, I must say I'd hoped for better." Voldemort's voice roared, followed by cruel laughter from the crowd of Death Eaters. He stepped closer, sneering. "And who might you be, young man?" Neville didn't flinch. "Neville Longbottom." His voice was confident. More laughter erupted. "Well, Neville," Voldemort said with a sarcastic tone, "I'm sure we can find a place for you in our ranks." "I'd like to say something." Neville blurted. Wow he's a lot more confident.

The crowd quieted. Even Voldemort hesitated, visibly annoyed that he interrupted him. "Well, Neville," he hissed, "I'm sure we'd all be fascinated to hear what you have to say."

"It doesn't matter that Harry is gone." Neville began, then Seamus interrupted him. "Stand down, Neville!" But Neville ignored him and kept going. "People die every day. Friends, family. Yeah... we lost Harry tonight. But he's still with us. In here." He pointed to his heart. "So are Fred, Remus... Tonks... all of them. They didn't die in vain." He turned, locking eyes with Voldemort. "But you will. Because you're wrong! Harry's heart did beat for us. For all of us. It's not over!" Tears well in my eyes and George squeezes' my hand. I squeeze back our silent way of saying I love you.

Neville reached into the tattered Sorting Hat he was holding, then pulled out freakin Sword of Gryffindor. Merlin knows how he pulled that off. Before I could even blink, Harry jumped out of Hagrid's arms, stumbling to his feet. Alive!

"Potter!" Draco shouted suddenly, running out from my parents side. He threw a wand to Harry, who caught it with ease. Draco didn't stop, he sprinted to our side and into Stella's arms.

My proudness of him had been restored. I look over to my parents. Their faces told different stories. Father obviously furious disappointment like always. But Mothers was full of proud warmness. I knew I still wanted to keep mother in my life.