Lexi Layyer my only weakness*hp fanfic*

Into her father's arms

“I love you too,” Lexi tells me, her brown eyes locked with mine. “Always.”

And then she’s out of my arms - possibly for forever. I spare myself just a moment to longingly watch her as she flings herself onto my broom and kicks off into the air.

But her words have filled me with newfound confidence. Despite everything, I allow myself the smallest of smiles before spinning around and running back out of the forest.

“Draco!” Father demands. He and Aunt Bellatrix are at the forest edge now, panting. “The girl, where’s the girl?”

He and Aunt Bellatrix have stopped running while they wait for me to answer. I try to stretch out the silence before I reply for as long as possible – I’m just trying to give Lexi as many seconds as I can…

Father’s forced smile is quickly slipping. “Draco – ” he begins.

Now!

I pull out my wand from behind my back before either of them know what I’m doing.

I blast a jet of red out of my wand towards Father, which hits him square in the chest and sends him flying backwards. It won’t do him any long-term harm, but it’ll knock him out for a couple of minutes, at least – it’ll give Lexi just a bit more time… now for Aunt Bella…

“Draco!” she’s shrieking. “What’s gotten into you?!”

Dear God, who knows. Who knows…

Only a couple of months ago, I would never have dreamt of doing something like this – of shooting spells against my own father…

But it’s her, it’s all for her. And now I’m got to this point I’m never looking back.

I turn my wand on her but she’s smart and her reflexes are quick; she must have got her wand out the minute she saw me send my own father flying to the ground. She deflects my spell with the flick of her hand, almost carelessly.

“Draco,” she says warningly. “Don’t do this.”

“Lucius!” it’s Mother. She’s scrambled up from the gravel by the front door and is charging towards us – or, more specifically, towards my father’s unconscious body, not too far away.

I watch, momentarily frozen with pure guilt and self-hatred. I’m a shadow of my former self – but yet, somehow, I have a feeling I’m doing the right thing, helping Lexi escape – even if I’m sacrificing everything else, including my relations with my parents, because of it.

But looking over and being momentarily vulnerable is a huge mistake. Aunt Bella has taken out her own wand and before I even know what she’s doing, she’s flicked her hand through the air – despite clenching onto it, my own wand pulls out of my clutches and into hers.

“No!” I shout, but it’s already too late.

“Incarcerous!” exclaims Bellatrix.

The next moment my body is suddenly overwhelmed by an invisible but immensely strong force which knocks me to the ground; I try to scrabble upwards but ropes, appearing out of nowhere, entwine around me, binding me to the ground.

“Bellatrix!” I boom with everything I have, trying to wrestle myself off the ground, but every time I try the ropes just get tighter.

Bellatrix cackles satisfactorily and charges off into the woods. I shake my head, unable to believe what just happened. Did I give Lexi enough time? Or was my best effort just not good enough?

Forgive me, Lexi… I tried, I tried…

“Mother!” I call out desperately. She’s hunched over Father, shaking him gently to try to restir him. “Please, help me!”