Draco Malfoy and the Sleep of Fleeting Death

Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and Common Sense

As soon as they left the pensieve, Draco rounded on Potter. "What were you thinking?! First, you tell him the only person who visits him is dead, then you breach the subject of his also dead wife, and then you tell him that a children's story tale is real and that you can bring his wife back from the dead- Potter, do you have no subtlety? Are all Gryffindors so brash and careless?"

Snape, watching on from the side, said, "Yes, Draco, they all are. Every single one. Absolutely insufferable, the lot of them."

"How do you even plan to get the resurrection stone?! Wait, scrap that. How do you know it even works?"

"Well, because I've used it, obviously."

Draco blanched. "You've used it?! You have used one of the Deathly Hallows-"

"Two," Potter said, holding up his cloak.

"-two of the Deathly Hallows-"

"Three," said Dumbledore, behind the two. Draco whirled around to face him.

"Three?! But- but there are only three Hallows!"

Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, Draco, there are. The Cloak, the Stone, and the Elder Wand."

Draco threw his hands in the air, turning back to face Potter. "And just how, Potter, did you get your hands on the Elder Wand?!"

"Er- Malfoy, it was actually from you."

Draco's mouth dropped open. "Wh-"

"Y'know- sixth year, the astronomy tower," Potter begun. Draco glanced aside, folding his arms defensively, but Potter blustered on. "Dumbledore had possession of the Elder Wand at that moment in time. To own the Elder Wand, you have to defeat its previous owner."

"But- Snape killed Dumbledore- I haven't defeated Snape-"

"No, but you disarmed Dumbledore. That counted as defeating him. You, from that moment, had control of the Elder Wand."

Draco's mind was whirling. He'd- he'd held such power, and not even known?

"Then, at Malfoy Manor- when we got caught by the Snatchers, and Hermione disfigured my face, I took your wand from you. Then I gained control of the Elder Wand."

"Oh Merlin," Draco murmured, lowering himself to the ground so he wouldn't fall over from the shock of it all.

"Actually, it was instrumental in killing Voldemort. In that final battle between us, he had the physical Elder Wand, but I had its allegiance. He tried to kill me with it, but couldn't, because the wand didn't obey him, it obeyed me, and it refused to kill me. Hey, Malfoy, if you hadn't disarmed Dumbledore that night on the Astronomy tower, I might've died and Voldemort would've won."

"Oh dear Merlin," Draco breathed.

"Potter, shut your obnoxious mouth. You're going to give Draco a heart attack. Now, what's this about needing the resurrection stone?"

"Wait!" Draco shouted, scrambling to his feet and pointing a finger at Potter. "If you- if you had control of all the Hallows- that means- that means you would've been the- the Master of Death!"

Potter blinked. "Er, yeah, I suppose so."

"What the- Harry Potter, how in Merlin's name are you so calm about knowing you were, at one point, the literal master of Death?!"