December 30th, 2000.
Draco woke to the smell of vanilla. It was the scent his mother used to wash the sheets he resided in every night. Warm and thick and gooey - he enjoyed no scent more than Vanilla. It reminded him so much of his mother.
Narcissa had beckoned him into the living room, where she sat on the emerald velvet sofa with one leg crossed. Her lips were pursed into a thin line and her hands shook at her sides.
Draco now only lived with his mother-Theodore Nott had lived with him since the war as a brother following Theo's fathers death.
Theodore Nott was killed three weeks prior by Amycus Carrow.
He had been killed by a curse while he was shopping for a new card game to play with Draco and Narcissa over dinner.
Draco had been sick every morning for three weeks.
The sun had barely risen. It was still dark in the manor's living room. Yellow candle light reflected against his mother's dark hair.
"I'm sure you know that The Dark Lord still resents us for our decisions to leave the Dark Army." Her words were careful. They seeped from her lips like venom.
"I am aware." Draco responded, nodding his head. He felt a chill run down his spine as he prepared himself for what his mother had to say.
"Today, I have been informed that his plan to wipe all muggles from England is going well." She continued. She was twisting her wand in her hands absentmindedly, her fingers were still scarred from the battle. "He has decided to add the Rejected to that list."
The rejected. A term coined by The Dark Lord. Wizards he did not believe to be fitting for his Army. He had already killed most of them such asHarry Potter, Minerva, Pansy Parkinson, Mundugus. Theo. The list went on. Draco had found himself on the list of The Rejected alongside his mother. She had lied to Voldemort about Harry Potter's death. Told him he was dead while he was still breathing. Voldemort had given her the chance to redeem herself by becoming his loyal servant after he had successfully killed Harry Potter and let his body rot.
She denied; because Voldemort's main condition was to make Draco his right hand man.
She didn't want that for him.
Instead, she had become close with Molly Weasley. Narcissa bid herself into helping the remaining living members of Order. Draco sometimes joined to help, but it was hard for him.
But he joined for her. Not just for his mother. Her.
"Mum, what are you trying to say?" Draco began to felt nervous. He laughed bitterly. "Has he finally planned to kill us all?"
She shook her head. "Almost worse, Draco."
Draco's sarcastic smile fell from his lips.
"He has created an Oblivation spell so strong, it will wipe your memories of anything containing Magical Elements. Including your school. Including Theo. Including...her." She swallowed thickly. "If it continues to be successful. You will forget your life. You will believe you are muggle. And then, you will be taken to a camp to be tortured. Or to a Graveyard."
Draco stopped breathing.
He didn't realise he had begun to cry.
"Darling." Narcissa stood and crossed the room to lean in-front of him. "This is not the way life should have been. When you threw your wand to Potter, he should have caught it. He should have won the war. But he did not. And now good people are dying."
She cupped his wet face with her scarred hands.
"I will not forget you in anyway, Draco. No matter how hard he tries. I will not forget you." She had tears running down her face. "You are my son. Mine. Forever."
He could not speak.
"Give me your foot, Draco." He leaned his foot against her knee. He wasn't sure what she was doing. "I will etch these letters into your skin. So even if his spell his successful, you will always have me on you. Me, Theo and her."
However, Draco's mother wouldn't remember him forever.
Years after the oblivation was cast over half of the wizarding world, Voldemort had decided that just an obliviation spell would have been too kind for her.
He found her living in a cottage in Wales.
Scabior was sent to drag her away and take her back to London.
Voldemort pulled her tongue from her mouth and let her suffer for days until he finally sliced her throat and let Nagini eat her bones.
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Apocalypse and You | Dramione
FanficHermione told herself to not fall in love during the apocalypse. - Dramione post-war fic. (COMPLETED) 18+ ALSO AVAILABLE TO READ ON MY AO3 (the username is @sixth_senses).