The Malfoy Diaries (A Draco Malfoy Fanfiction)

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Everything was dark for a short while, as Aria and Draco apparated. 

When they eventually reached their next location, Aria looked around, as did Draco, with a curious expression. 

They were on a beach somewhere, but Aria didn't have a clue as to the precise location of it. All she knew for sure was that she was relieved to finally be out of that manor and the ominous energy that prevailed over the dark building. 

"Time feels weird," Aria said then, which caused Draco to look at her with an expression of intrigue. She knew that she was right, though. Everything felt strange, including the simple workings of the world. She hadn't exactly kept track of the days recently. Every one felt the same. She was sure that it was now spring, though. 

Spring. Time had moved so slowly that Aria could hardly believe that it was now the time of year that she usually loved so much. A short distance away from Draco and Aria, cherry blossoms were manifesting upon the pale branches of an elegantly-shaped tree. Although the atmosphere was mostly cloudy, Aria caught sight of the sun gleaming in through a narrow gap in the silver billows. 

"We need to figure out where on earth we are, before the moon comes out again," Draco said. He was beginning to sound like an anxious werewolf. Where exactly were they supposed to go? They had just abandoned a place and a group of people that were designated to kill them. Aria wasn't sure where they could go from here. There was one simple name on her mind, though, that brought with it some reassurance- Harry Potter. As long as he hadn't died in the mere moments that Draco and Aria had been away from him, they could find him and figure out their next plan. 

"Let's walk along the beach and try to find someone, alright?" Aria asked. She wasn't about to wait for a response from Draco as she collected her thoughts and walked onwards. She was acutely aware of Draco's concerned expression. It was understandable enough, though. After all, he had essentially defied his father. He had lied about his true intentions behind him leaving but he had still left, and Aria was certain that wasn't exactly going to thrill either Narcissa or Lucius Malfoy. It probably wouldn't make Bellatrix Lestrange jump for joy, either, but it didn't matter. They had got away. More importantly, Draco Malfoy, of all people, had helped her get away. 

It was a matter that Aria knew she wasn't going to be able to forget any time soon. Realistically, Draco's actions could get him in serious trouble but he had put that aside in order to rescue her. Was it really so hard to believe that Draco had some good in him, after all? He had finally done something selfless. Aria was certain that Fred and George Weasley had just lost a lot of bets. She pushed that thought out of her mind for a little while, as she continued to walk along the white sands of the beach. Where exactly were they? More importantly, where had the others got to? Aria's trust in Draco may have increased slightly but it didn't change the fact that she was still fairly nervous around him. She tried to ignore the feeling. 

"We can't stay out here for long- the Death Eaters will undoubtedly try to find us and make a mess out of your guts...out of our guts, if they even simply suspect that we're not on their side," Draco said. His expression was stern, emotionless. Aria felt a little nauseous at the mental image of her guts being spilled by Death Eaters. It wasn't exactly a party she wanted to attend any time soon. "We have to keep walking and we need to hide but more than anything else...I can't believe I'm saying this...we need to find Potter and the others. Then, we need to get back to Hogwarts. Stop looking at me like that, Honey, for Salazar's sake. The two of us just need to keep moving. Keep focused," he said, as his eyebrows creased together subtly in mild irritation. In truth, Draco still couldn't believe that he was helping Aria Honey, but something was compelling him to do so and he couldn't ignore that anymore. 

Aria just nodded and continued to walk onwards but soon stopped abruptly when she saw the scene a short distance away from the two of them. Harry was sat upon the sands of the beach with his arms wrapped tightly around Dobby. Dobby. What had happened to him? Aria swallowed hard as she rushed over to Harry's side. Harry remained incredibly silent. She soon realised that Ron, Hermione and Luna were stood nearby with anxious expressions upon each of their faces, too. Even Draco remained especially quiet as he realised what was occurring. Dobby was dying. Bellatrix's wand must have struck him, when they were apparating away. She must have murdered him. Aria pressed a hand to one of Harry's shoulders, as she knelt beside him. Luna soon walked over to sit on the other side of Harry and soon did the same. A warm tear trailed down Harry's cheek and Luna squeezed Harry's shoulder as she observed the crystal clear droplet fall onto the sands below. 

"He's dead and she killed him," Harry said, before cursing under his breath. 

"Harry...we should bury him," Luna suggested, as she moved a hand over Dobby's eyes to close them. 

Harry nodded in agreement with Luna's suggestion. He couldn't bear to just abandon Dobby's unconscious body upon the sand to be bitten at by the winds and sea. He managed to stand up with Dobby still cradled in his arms and then began to walk on until he found the perfect place.

Once they reached the place that Harry believed they should bury Dobby, every one gathered around and remained solemn, silent, as they observed Harry say his goodbyes to the former house elf.