Can you really change a Prophecy?

The letter

Dear Bellatrix,
I agree with (Y/N) on the conclusion of the arranged marriage. However, I would like to point out some flaws about the team. I do not think you should split us up, there are rumors going around that may or may not have been started by Miss Parkinson. Not to make this sound childish considering the things we signed up for, but I cannot contain what might be said if you were to split us up. I also think (Y/N) and I work terrifically together and if we were to split up there would be a mess of trying to one-up each other, not from us but from the rest of the teammates.

Draco sat back in his chair, "this all sounds childish." He looked defeated as he laid his head on his desk, groaning into the paper. "This is harder than my herbology papers." There was a knock at the door when he opened it up there stood Axel. "I went to go to her room and she wasn't there," Axel said making Draco jump up out of his chair. He went downstairs and into her room where she was wrapped up in blankets asleep. She looked so peaceful until you heard the murmuring coming from the walls. Just then she shot straight up, looking at the wall opposite her bed, eyes wide and red. "When will they shut up," her voice was hoarse like she hadn't talked in weeks. Tears started falling down her cheeks as she whispered, "please just shut the fuck up." She wasn't talking to anyone, in particular, she didn't even seem to notice that he was there. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to her, she slowly turned her head to look at him. Her (e/c) almost seemed red with the crying and lack of sleep. "Draco, I don't know what to do."

Draco just stared at her in disbelief. Her mood was one thing then turned into another. He didn't think he could handle it, "it's okay (y/n), it'll be okay." She started to shake and cry again. "No it won't, no it won't," she kept repeating to the both of them. Draco softly pushed her down onto the bed and laid down next to her staring at her. After a few moments, she stopped crying and stared at Draco's face. "Do you think it will ever end?" She looked ghost white, barely even blinking. "Depends on what you're talking about." Draco was being honest this time, there was no need to sugar coat anything anymore. "Everything," she finally breathed out. The warm air washed over Draco's face distracting him from his thoughts. "I think you need to sleep on some things," he concluded. He wanted to tell her that he didn't know if things would ever end, or if they will end way before they ended. He didn't want to tell her these things because he loved her, that was too cheezy. It was a selfish reason, really. He didn't want to tell her anything because he was too afraid himself of the outcome, and he hasn't gone through any pain that compared to hers. 

Draco tried to stay up with her, but her eyes could bore holes into the walls a million miles while he slept for days. When he woke up she was still staring at him with bloodshot eyes. "Are you okay?" She asked him, he yawned before answering. "I should be asking you that question." She didn't smile, "Don't tell anyone about this." Her expression was cold and unforgiving. She rolled out of the other side of the bed and faced her dresser picking out clothes. When she found a shirt and pants she wanted she stripped in front of Draco, letting him see the many scars that laced her back, some were bold and some of them look like they would fade. He also noticed fresh bruises that followed the scars. "Where are those bruises from?" Draco asked her while she slipped her jeans on. (Y/N) didn't answer, she just slipped on her bra and faced Draco. The sight before him was even more depressing. It looked like she was put through the shredder and sowed back together again so she could heal at the seams. Draco's eyes watered before he had to look away. "I wouldn't care to be with you Draco, I could care less about what Pansy says or what she started or whatever. I'm just undeserving. Look at this? Would you like to come home to this?" Draco looked at her like she was an idiot, "I wouldn't care what you looked like, I'm going to look the same way." She scoffed, "Bellatrix isn't training you, Snape is. Snape isn't going to be hard on you. The only reason I'm this way is that I have to be, I'm going to be second in command. You have to listen to me, which I would rather that happen because I don't want any of you to go through that. I hate myself because I look like a monster." Draco looked at her for a few moments, "Okay." She stared at him but that's all he could say. That's all he could muster up without sounding like a total drama queen because he was in love with her and wanted to make her feel better than what she's supposed to feel in this moment. But that's not what she wanted.

"Would you like me to leave?" He asked.