Letters to Raven

'When your enemy knows your heart on parchment, which side are you really on?'

She glanced up, eyes locking onto mine across the courtyard; my birthday gift glimmering, refracting the sunlight against her skin. I knew now who she was, and it filled me with dread. Raven. Scarlett was Raven. My forearm throbbed, and I winced, turning from her, retreating back into the shadows, I could never tell her it was me. If 'he' knew I cared for another, he would only kill her too if I failed...

I stared at him, at the boy, now a young man, who'd somehow tangled his way into my life from the day I first stepped foot back onto English soil as a nearly fifteen-year-old. Stared at him, as he waited for me to grant his pleas, and end his life. The boy who'd protected me in fifth year from Umbridge, who'd been my study partner, who'd kissed me under starlight only to dismiss me a day later, but then risked his own life to save mine from my mother's own murderer. The boy who had carried a weight throughout sixth year, and despite everything, had still kept a tie in my life. The boy from the astronomy tower, who'd tried and failed to remove the brand of a sadistic wizard, because he had no choice. The boy, who, despite his terrifying words, had been telling the truth when he'd said he was trying to save me. Because, ever since I had met him, Draco had always, in his own way, saved me.

A slow burn Draco / OC fanfiction spanning from Fifth Year, through to the Battle of Hogwarts, about two entwined souls, set on the wrong sides of the same war, and the lengths each will go to not only survive, but keep the other alive.