i'm half crazy... all for the love of you ♡
draco x weasley oc fic
folklore by taylor swift inspired
"And you can aim for my heart, go for blood... But you would still miss me in your bones."
Following the horrific Battle of Hogwarts, the unexpect...
just a little preview of what he's been up to, i'm not solely finished on the actual chapter yet but i know y'all are waiting !!!!
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𓆙 Draco Malfoy 𓆙
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For two years after arguably the worst year of my life, I spent all my time healing from a traditional Sacred Twenty-Eight healer in northern Norway. Sacred Twenty-Eight pureblood traditional healing had been preserved and passed down knowledge through generations.
Ever so slowly, I laid off the only magic I had ever known. My blood ran dry of the vile, dark magic that was sourced inside of me from revising the Dark Mark and being punished so deeply by Voldemort.
It was an excruciating process. A lot of tears, a lot of blood, and a lot of pained memories were forced out of me. I stopped drinking, stop using magic and focused solely on grieving my old life and recovering from my childhood.
And I could only imagine it hurting more for someone who wasn't used to magic hurting them.
After I felt healed enough, I slowly trickled myself into the real world. I hadn't realized it had been two years until I had to come to terms with what I did and how I left. The stupid handwritten note left her with the harshness of her siblings and a family who didn't appreciate her.
Theodore Nott accepted me with a sigh and a hug. I stayed with Theofore for a few months. He was in the middle of studying at a University in Scotland. He was studying politics and was rarely at the flat. We didn't talk much about what happened after I left, but for his sake, it was for the best. He had moved on with two years into his own healing process.
Shortly after returning, I reunited with my school friends, whom I abandoned without a word. It wasn't a happy reunion. It was emotionally trying. Greif and happiness can coexist, and we all know that.
Pansy, who slapped me when she first saw me again, was non-surprisingly dating Neville Longbottom, both of who attended the same University in southern France. With his parents and grandmother's inheritance, Neville bought and owned a small flower shop, and both he and Pnasy ran the shop part-time while they studied their way through coursework.
Daphne, who also slapped me when she first saw me again, was a fashion designer in the United States of America. She lived in New York and loved every second of it. Although she was deeply intertwined in the upcoming fashion week, she dropped what she was doing and made her way to Scotland the second she heard I was back. Her little sister, Astoria, lived part-time with her in the city, where she trained to be a magical healer for the small communities.
Blaise was the Quidditch referee and flying instructor for first-year students at Hogwarts. He was in charge of all broom-related activities and coached a few students to play professionally. Hogwarts was always more his home than the rest of us. I don't know how he wasn't traumatized from the years we spent there, but he was happy, and happiness looked good.
