Dear Lion, Dragons Never Die

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"Dear Lion, Dragons never die...."

Hermione read through Draco's letter.

She read it probably 100 times.

Severus told her the truth, actually she saw his memories, she replayed them in her mind as she took her final steps into Azkaban.

"Ms. Granger," somehow the name felt wrong.

The warden met her at the entrance. "What can we do for you?"

She hesitated, took a deep breath, "I need to see
Draco Malfoy."

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Harry was no longer the "chosen one," that was a clear and Hermione didn't think he ever was.

She was starting to wonder if it was Draco.

Perhaps the prophecy always focused on the wrong person, changing the tide of history, shielding the real hero all the way to the end.

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During and post war.

This story is brand new; still being written. Please be patient with me.

Warning: Graphic violence, mature language, mature sexual content and situations, explicit language.

*Major Character death.

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•Author Notes •

I'm horrible at spelling, and proof reading, I'm sorry if that hinders the experience. I have a newborn baby and I don't have the willpower to perfect at this time in my life. I love comments so please let me know your feedback!

I hope you enjoy the ride.

• I apologize in advance. Don't come after me! •

I own no characters of this story, other than the plot.