Draco Malfoy X Reader

• The Dark Lord Returns •

When I heard his voice speak to me. My grip tightened around my wand for what was about to come next.

Many black figures began to surround us, one grabbing a hold of me from behind with a tight yet unharmful grasp.

They all wore masks meaning it was harder to identify them other than Deatheaters.

"Welcome my friends. 13 years it's been and yet here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself...disappointed, not one of you tried to find Me!" The snake liked man was filled with rage turning round and stabbing some of them in their eyes, making black smoke appear before nothing.

I was froze in place from the person's grip on me, but i managed to keep a hold of my wand. I glanced at Harry and saw that he was in imence pain.

The dark Lord turned to face the deatheater behind him and spoke with a droning, low voice.

"Not even you...Lucius." he says removing his mask to show Lucius malfoy. I was horrified. Malfoys Father was a Deatheater? The rumours were true all along.

The Dark Lord and Lucius began to argue about the reason behind not looking for him until "Wormtail" chirped in to say his views on things.

The Dark Lord was unpleased and swayed over to his side, scolding him for his stupidity. In the end he rewarded him for proving himself to be a loyal follower, giving him a metal hand.

"Thank you, master. Thank you..." Peter said observing his new hand up closely in admiration for his kind courtesy.

The Dark Lord walked over to Cedric's lifeless body and pushed his head aside with his foot.

"Tut tut. Such a handsome boy..." he trailed off.

"Don't touch him!" Harry shouts. Everyone's attention snaps towards him including me as a wash of worry dawns.

"Harry, I almost forgot that you were here...standing on the bones of my dead Father. I'd introduce you, but word says that you are as famous as me these days." He spoke watching him struggle in the grip of his fathers grave stone.

I struggled in the grasp of the Deatheater to get to Harry, but their grip increases around me. I whimpered at the pain it caused and continued to watch Harry helplessly.

Voldermort waltzed away from Harry and explained out loud what truly happened to Harry the night he became The-boy-who-lived.

Apparently It was love. When Lily gave her life for Harry, she provided a protection. A sheild of some sort. He couldn't touch him.

A sudden change of behaviour occurred in the Dark lord as he ran to Harry claiming he could touch him now.

Using one of his fingers he pressed it up against his forehead making him scream in pain. The dark Lord smiles at him, triumphly.

"Stop!" I screamed making him remove his finger from Harry's head to face me with softer eyes.

"Ahh, if it isn't my dearest granddaughter." Voldermort smiled walking over to me slowly with his wand in hand.

"Granddaughter?" I questioned making him stop in his tracks to laugh, making the others around join along.

"What are yous laughing at? Do you know what I'm capable of doing!" I screamed making the laughter die down due to Voldermorts wand raising up to me.

"Is that so? Have you ever thought to wonder who gave you these abilities." Voldermort smirked awaiting my response.

"Always. I've sworen to myself that whoever gave me this ability will be the first to die." I said making Voldermort laugh this time, more maniacally.