Harry Potter Imagines and Preferences

I Will Protect You ~~ Draco

Year: Fifth
House: Any
Blood: Halfblood
Other: Your dad works at the Ministry.
(y/h) = Your House
(y/n) = Your Name

You wake up, keeping your eyes closed, with a slight head ache. I did it again, you think, letting out a small sigh and turning on your side. You feel yourself smack into the ground again.

"Ugh," is all you manage to get out before you feel yourself being picked up again.

"I think she's okay," someone says as a different person flings you over their shoulder.

"Yeah," you manage to squeak.

"You don't sound okay, I think we should get going to Madame Pomfrey, please move." The person holding you says to someone in front of them.

"No, I'm fine I promise, it's just I have an iron deficiency. This happens." You open your eyes and look down the back of a Slytherin, as you see by his jumper. You squirm a little, trying to release his grasp. You grab the back of his collar and yank it, he lets out a strangled cry.

"What was that for?" He whines.

You still haven't seen his face, as you were now on the ground from him falling back. You stand up and brush yourself off, turning. Now, you're face to face with Draco Malfoy.

"Oh," your face pales and you blush a little, "I'm so sorry, I'm fine, I promise. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just thought you," he looks at the ground, "thought you should, um."

"I'm fine," you smirk a little, shushing him by putting your finger over his mouth.

He looks at your finger cross eyed. You giggle a little, slowly pulling your hand away. Turning and walking away, you hear Malfoy clear his throat and hear mumbling.

Later that day, you walked through the halls aimlessly. You turned up in the Middle Courtyard. Sitting down on a bench, you pull out a book. Before you even finish the page you're on, someone stands in your light. You look up at the figure, not being able to see who it is because the sun is shining in your eyes. You open your mouth to speak, but you feel something thwack your head. Your head bursts into pain and you're seeing spots in your vision. They take over your whole point of view and you're knocked out.

You wake abruptly, taking a quick breath of air. Looking around, you see nothing. Literal nothingness, the room is absent of light. You could hear murmurs outside the room, or was it inside? Before you could decipher where the noise was coming from, you felt a draft of cool air hit the side of your face. Looking over to where it came from, you see a silhouette in the doorway. It had a slender figure and you thought about who it was, a female, obviously. Her head was sideways and she had a wide stance. All of a sudden, you heard the women screech a spell.

"CRUCIO!" She points her wand at you.

An excrutiating pain hits the side of your face, spreading to the rest of your body. Soon enough you are pounding your fists onto the ground. Your screams pierce the silence that was once settled upon the room. She stops torturing you and you sit there, panting. When she walks closer, you recognise her. Bellatrix LeStrange. She stares at you, sweating and out of breathe on the floor, and points her wand at you again.

"I understand your father works with Arthur Weasley." She give you a smirk.

"Yeah, yes, he," before you finish, she places her wand on your throat.

"Tell me, why is he so interested in muggles?" She cackles.

"He thinks that they'll be there to save us, when the government fails." You gulp.