Edited May 9, 2017.
A/n: Yn=your name. Yes this is modernised.
"I don't believe that Draco was only playing me!" You shout at the wall.
"I no lie, believe good best heart gold," Fawkes rambles.
"You're saying that, believe in the goodness of hearts is good?" You ask.
"Yes," Fawkes says.
"The most evil is the man's heart but the most kind is the man's heart as well? This is confusing," you say.
"R. A. B. is Regulus Arcturus Black. He's Sirius's younger brother!" Harry says jumping up and down.
"But he died and how'd you figure that out?" You ask.
"I copied the mural in the house that Sirius lived in," Harry said.
"We need to go back there," you say.
"Why? We just got here," Harry asks.
"You want that locket?"
"Yeah?"
"It's in London."
"How you figure?"
"That filthy house elf knows where it is."
"Déjà Vu?"
"No, I just got a feeling."
"Okay? Let's go?" Harry asks.
"Yeah, can you apperate?" You ask.
"Yep. Let's go," Harry says shoving a note on the desk. The world started to spin around you and then you stagger back. Harry catches you around the waist and turns you around do you can face the building; Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.
"This is it?" You ask.
"Yep. Now where is Kreacher?" Harry asks.
"I dunno. KREACHER!" You bellow.
"Kreacher is summoned. What does the master and mistress want of Kreacher?" A drooping bat eared and angry looking house elf appeared out of no where.
"The locket," you command holding out your hand.
"Mundungus Fletcher has the locket. Not Kreacher," Kreacher croaks out.
"I command you to bring him to us," Harry says.
"Will do," Kreacher growled.
"I'm going up stairs," you say.
"Okay. I'll deal with the arrow maker," Harry says.
"Love that once hung on the wall
Used to mean something, but now it means nothing
The echoes are gone in the hall
But I still remember, the pain of December
Oh, there isn't one thing left you could say
I'm sorry it's too late
I'm breaking free from these memories
Gotta let it go, just let it go
I've said goodbye
Set it all on fire
Gotta let it go, just let it go
You came back to find I was gone
And that place is empty,
Like the hole that was left in me
Like we were nothing at all
It's not what you meant to me
Thought we were meant to be
Oh, there isn't one thing left you could say
I'm sorry it's too late
I'm breaking free from these memories
Gotta let it go, just let it go
I've said goodbye
Set it all on fire
Gotta let it go, just let it go
I let it go and now I know
A brand new life is down this road
And when it's right, you always know
So this time I won't let go
There's only one thing left here to say
Love's never too late
I've broken free from those memories
I've let it go, I've let it go
And two goodbyes led to this new life
Don't let me go, don't let me go
Don't let me go, don't let me go, don't let me go, don't let me go
Won't let you go, don't let me go," you sang aloud while unconsciously throwing clothes and camping material and dividing them into two bags.
"Draco?" Fawkes squeaks.
"Yeah," you sigh.
"A lot think him?" Fawkes asks.
"A little too much."
"One first love forget hardest" Fawkes says.
"I know, I've only hurt myself holding onto the fading image of when Draco wasn't the bad guy," you sigh.
"Nice song! Was that Avril Lavigne?" Harry asks walking in.
YOU ARE READING
The Slytherdor (Draco X Reader)
Fanfiction❌ This is my first work so I apologize for any inconsistencies and mistakes. I am also not touching this with a ten foot pole. It is an abomination so I am leaving it alone.❌ An untold story where (Your first name) Potter Riddle was only a year old...
