Draco Malfoy x Reader - Your Years At Hogwarts

The Light Of Hope

"Harry!" you screamed, running towards the black haired boy whose head was bowed over Sirius. Harry didn't look up, he was too busy looking at the man who was lying on the floor, dead, for all you could tell.

"Harry, no!" he couldn't see them, slowly advancing towards them like leering shadows. They were dark and never ending, just like you had remembered and just as menacing and evil. The dementors were closing in.

"Sirius!" Harry cried, "No, please!"

That's when he realised you, standing shakily in the tree line covered in blood and mud with your hair tangled in a tight knot. You looked like you had been dragged through a hedge backwards; your eyes were fixed on the advancing dementors across the silver lake.

Harry turned, too, to look at the foul things and his mouth opened in terror. The water near the banks of the lake rippled for a moment before starting to turn to ice. The lake was slowly freezing over - leaving not a spec of water unsolidified.

Sirius, barely alive, screamed silently and looked to the sky in horror as a wave of darkness spread over the place; a group of dementors flew overhead, mocking the helpless people below them. If they had mouths, they would be twisted into awful grins full of hatred and fear.

You bolted down to the bank, down to where Harry sat - an almost lifeless Sirius in his weak arms. His glasses were dirty with mud and gravel but he didn't care, he looked as you as if you were his last hope.

Your eyes begged him not to think so - you were no match for the hundreds of dementors drifting not too far above you. There was no way even you, with the power you possessed, could have fought of so many of them.

Suddenly, one of the vile creatures swept down, level with the three of you. You could feel the cold rising within you just looking at it.

With all of your might, will and power, you raised your hands and begged for your power.

Up. Away. As far and fast as possible.

But, the creature carried on its descend, its mask of black engulfing you. It went down to Sirius and fed. Fed on his happiest memories, the good things that had happened to him and only returned to him sorrow. You could almost feel the effect the lone dementor was having on the poor man.

Seeing your failure, Harry jumped up - his wand flying away from his belt and into his outstretched hand. There was a faint glimmer of hope in his green eyes - as if he could drive the dementors away.

'Expecto Patronum!'

A barrier of light appeared from Harry's wand and a dementor crashed against it, unable to pass it. A second followed but Harry's effort came to an abrupt close as the charm failed and the final glint of hope that he could hold the creatures off shattered.

Two dementors came down towards you, locking their focus onto the easy prey below. Your throat felt as if it was hard, solid ice. 

The ugly, terrifying thing swept down before you, staring with its black 'face' into your soul. It could see them - all of them. They flashed before your eyes and you were pretty sure that you had screamed.

'Voldemort is your father'

'She's... your grandmother is dead.'

You were lying on the freezing, muddy floor, your eyes half lidded with horror. Harry was next to you, writhing in pain and sorrow as salty tears streaked down his face. Sirius's silent screams filled your ears, making you clutch them as if they were bleeding.

Another black figure advanced, too gracefully for its own good. It looked down at you jeeringly and proceeded with its plans. It was taking all of the goodness inside of you, reminding you of the horrors in your life.

'I told you so.'

'Harry, no!'

'Everyone hates me.'

'I have a mother.'

The waves of them kept on coming. One after another - sucking the life force from your helpless body. You couldn't push them away with your mind, you couldn't reach for your wand because you knew no spell to repel them.

Harry lay shivering in the mud and gravel, waiting for the next onslaught of bad memories to come. You wondered what he saw: what the dementors forced him to see.

You started to come to your senses and you heard Harry whispering, crouching over Sirius and shoving weakly at his shoulder. He looked over at you as if he were pleading you to do something - to help the dying man lying desolately on the floor.

Then, even you saw it. It filled your heart with hope and love - it was the thing that was going to save you from the evil creatures before you. It radiated light as if it were a messenger of heaven, maybe it was. But you had no time to question it.

Harry had seen it too as he had lifted his head to look upon it - the glorious figure on the other side of the frozen lake. It bounded across the solid water, driving the dementors away from you and sending them off for good. Not one came back to cause you any more pain.

The ripples of light passed through you and you sighed, knowing that you would be safe. Harry looked over at you and then slowly back down at Sirius, a man who he did not trust only half an hour ago, and smiled as the old man's chest rose and fell steadily.

As the light died away Harry fell to the floor and you shuffled over to him. His shirt was stained with mud and blood. You felt dazed as you lifted your hand to your head.

Your head hit the stony ground with a thud.

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