Potter!

Your choice

A/N sorry it took such a long time and it's not the best chapter but please enioy <3

Somehow, Draco had managed to land quietly and out of sight in the elaborate gardens of Malfoy Manor. All he had to do now was apparate inside the wards, as he didn't think walking through the front door was the best option at the moment.

He brushed himself off and flattened his windswept hair, then left his broom neatly under one of the trimmed bushes, out if sight. The house was fairly dark, the windows showed no sign of light, but then again no light often ventured into the place he used to call home. The wind rustled quietly through the trees as if it was hiding his soft footsteps on the gravel for him.

When he reached the back of the house, he turned and apparated to the spot in the kitchen where he used to be able to escape. And sure enough he opened his eyes to a small, dark room with stoves and counters the size for house elves. The weakness was still there, he couldn't believe his luck. But then again no one ever came down to the kitchens unless it was to punish one of the poor elves for bad cooking.

Carefully, he stepped forward, as if some alarm would go off when be moved but all way silent. Too eerily silent.

Draco left the kitchen, walking up the unused stairs to the dining room corridor which lead to the dining room. Though he gazed up the stairs wondering if his mother was somewhere up there, he decided it was more likely that she were in the room that they as a family, used the most. There was little light under the door, which could only be candlelight, but it shone brightly as it was the only light in the dingy hallway. Till now his plan had gone perfectly, but this was as far as his plan went. An ominous door, which likely lead to his doom.

It wasn't hard, all he had to do was reach out and turn the doorknob, yet he hesitated, fear paralyzing his limbs. He listened into the deafening silence but could hear no movement at all inside. It could all be so much easier if his father happened to just not be home.

Thoughts of Harry surged through his brain, causing a rush of courage. He flicked his wand and the door swung open with a light thud.

As he peered in, the light seemed to get dimmer, "Draco?" His mother's voice came from the armchair by the fire, "What are you doing here!?" Her voice was shaky and panicked.

"I've come to get you," He moved close to her apprehensively.

"Did you do it, did you kill...." She couldn't say it, but be didn't blame her, neither could he.

Draco shook his head silently.

She looked at him pitifully, her face sunken and her whole body trembling, "So you chose him. I'm glad you did, my son. Don't lose the ones you love, or you'll spend the rest of your life looking for them in others."

He shook his head again more violently, "No. No one should have to choose." His voice was a harsh whisper, "I'm getting you out of here."

His mother's eyes softened as she gazed up at him, only half of her face lit in the light, the other half indistinguishable in the growing darkness, "Draco..."

But this look didn't last long, and a look of terror spread across her face. At the other end of the dining room a door opened loudly revealing his father a merciless grin plastered upon his pasty lips.

"Son." He nodded curtly, "I trust this means you carried out the task. Harry Potter is dead. But did you not have the courtesy to bring me his head? I know that's something medieval muggles do to humans, but don't you think he's just as good as a house elf, we could have put it on the wall!"

Draco wanted to throw up, his stomach churned and an anger boiled deep in his chest. "No!" His voice was confident and firm, finished off with the raise of his wand.

Lucius simply pursed his lips wickedly, "Now, now...." He floated swiftly around the large oak table towards him, like a type of ghost and reminding him of Voldemort in a sick way.

His fingers were shaking as he gripped his wand tightly, and he desperately hoped his father wasn't aware of this.

"I know you're mad at me, Draco. But I made you do it for your own sake. Our pureblood line must be upheld, you must marry Astoria as we had discussed before the war. His death was coming for him, don't mourn the boy." Lucius was completely oblivious and he didn't know whether he wanted it to stay that way. He must have been absolutely sure that Draco would choose one of the other, or sure he would choose his mother, because if not what kind of son would that make him? And it wasn't like he was just going to let them be, even if he had chosen Harry.

Draco turned to look at his mother, her eyes wide and full of horror, willing him not to tell that he was in fact alive and back at the castle safe and sound. Her lips were pale and punctured from where she had continuously bitten them in anxiety.

"He's not dead." Draco whispered, turning away from his mother and gripping his wand which was still pointing straight at his father.

Daring to look his father in the eye, he watched the realisation dawn on his face, but instead of shock, he started laughing. It was a haunting sound, like that of his Aunt Bellatrix or some other maniac in Azkaban.

"You came here to what then? Kill me? Your own father?" He held his hand to his face, trying to smother his menacing chuckles.

Draco didn't dare look his mother in the eye, he could tell she was more afraid for him than he was himself, and tears streamed down her face.

"You can't kill me, Draco. I'm your father. What is potter, if not more than a half blood fuck toy?"

His anger boiled deeper and deeper in his chest, but still he was not able to say the words that would end his father's life. But why? This man had caused him so much pain over the years. He had forced him to have the dark mark burned onto his skin forever, forced him to become an outcast, implanted his own fucked up opinions into his brain and now he wanted to murder the two people Draco cared about most.

But before he could do anything with the fury overtaking his heart, other dark figures materialised around the room, drawing his attention away from his smirking father.

The remaining death eaters had arrived just on cue, but there were way more than Hermione had calculated, each one with a malicious grin spreading across their white face. He cursed her incorrect calculation, she was never usually wrong.

But he didn't have to wait to see Hermione's shock at her misjudgment for she was in the room, a hand around her neck, a death eater he didn't recognise cocking her head to the side sarcastically.

And as he spun he head around quickly he met eyes with Ron, Luna, Ginny, Neville and finally, Harry's. All were held firmly in the grasp of the cloaked figures.

Harry's emerald eyes were apologetic and desperate. Draco swallowed his fear, protecting Harry now his priority.

"Caught them trying to sneak it through the kitchens." One of the death eaters who wasn't holding anyone spoke to Lucius in a low hungry tone.

"Ah! Good job Mulciber," he bared his teeth like an animal as he grinned. "Just in time for our little show."

Draco glanced around again desperately. There was no way of escape, how could he fight off that many death eaters without most of his friends getting hurt. He didn't even realise he saw them as friends now, his mind was too caught up in the situation.

"Draco, my boy." His father stepped forward and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, which he couldn't shake off. "Now is the time to complete your task."

He swallowed dryly, some part or him had been expecting this.

"You've only made it worse for yourself. Now you have more to lose." Lucius was enjoying every word, feeling the surge of anxiety and hate through his son.

His voice turned to a harsh whisper which shattered his heart and froze his breath. "Make your choice. Your mother and your traitor friends, or Harry Potter?"