Slytherins Heir [Draco X Reader] - Year Five

Chapter three - Number Twelve Grimmauld Place

(TW domestic abuse)

Y/n pov

It was a cool night but not too bad. You saw Moody take out what looked like a silver cigarette lighter and flick it open, with a loud pop the street light went out making you jump. You could tell Remus was nervous to comfort you based on your last interaction, it was only two weeks ago you watched your father and Cedric die.

"Read and memorize this." Moody said handing you a piece of paper.

The headquarters of the Order of The Phoenix at number twelve Grimmauld Place. London.

"Done." You said blandly.  You hand it back to Moody who promptly burned it with his wand. You looked at where you were standing, out Infront of number eleven, to your opposite side number 13. You looked and just thought of the address and how it seemed impossible. Just then a door popped out of the building, soon enough number twelve Grimmauld place had windows and it was alongside the other houses around as if it just pushed them to make room unnoticed, you walked up the steps, you looked back at Lupin as if for instructions. He takes his wand and taps on the door; you hear many metallic clicks. Tonks excitedly skipped up the steps.

"I'll tell them we're here." She said opening the door, you followed after her, she was doing fine until she tripped over the umbrella stand but managed not to fall, just stumble making you smile. You walked with the intent of not stopping and Moody garbed you arm making you quickly turn and point your wand at him, you upon realizing who and what you were doing you put your wand away.

"Sorry Prof-Moody." You stumbled on words as he let go of your arm.

"I just need to undo the spell." He said gruffly, he tapped your head and you felt as another shiver over took your whole body. "they're likely in the kitchen." Moody said. You not knowing what he meant by who you took off to the kitchen.

You stopped to see the Weasley, Hermione and Sirius you looked at them and by Tonks in the room they were expecting you. You saw Mrs. Weasley brighten up and rush towards you her arms outstretched you stepped back and put your hand up.

"Sorry Molly... I just." You weren't really one to enjoy touching at the moment.

"It's okay dearie." Molly said kindly seeming to understand, you wonder how much she remembered from that night.

"What am I doing here?" You asked as Moody, Remus and Kingsley entered.

"What are you doing here? You are one the Dark lords list, and the ministrys." Moody grumbled.

"Are they the ones who sent the dementors?" You asked.

"Dementors?" Sirius asked. His face pale, you looked around and was the Mrs. Weasley looked angered her browns knitted together.

"Shortly after they arrived," You said gesturing to Tonks, Remus, Moody and Kingsley. "I was attacked by several dementors, ones that were prepared to kill me. Now Voldemort's plan never was to kill me, it was to make me into a weapon... his heir, you know, family heart to heart after killing my father. Now it's highly unlikely that'd he just send Dementors if he wanted me dead, he'd send Death Eaters too, and it's even more unlikely that the dementors would've betrayed his wishes which leaves the ministry." You paused looking around the room at gawking adults. "The ministry wants me dead or in Azkaban, and given that for now at least they have the dementors under their control I do believe Fudge and anyone in his corner could have sent them out to attack and kill me, given he wasn't afraid of threating it back at Hogwarts which you have clearly seen." You said gesturing to Molly and Sirius who were in attendance. "I believe that Fudge would do anything to keep his seat and given he blames me for the events of... of that night, it would be most justified if he had me killed, then he could go to press and then blame the ordeal on me, only dishonouring my name and no doubt ringing the truth about me and Voldemorts bloodline connections, keeping his seat and making all rumors of Voldemorts return look impossible." You explained your entire thought process.