Always. (A Draco Malfoy Story)

The Pensieve.

(A/N: Nov 20, 2020 This chapter will explain a lot, but not everything. Stay tuned, my loves! 💕)

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"We can't just leave him here!"
Hermione screams at the two boys who were just staring at Snape's body in shock.

Harry wipes his tears away and tucks the flask into his pocket, "We'll get Madame Pomfrey to send someone to retrieve him."

"We need to tell Joy." Ron says softly, grabbing the attention of both Harry and Hermione, "He was like... her dad or something, right?"

Hermione and Harry both looked at each other then to Ron, "Right."

Thunder begins to rumble in the sky as it gets darker by the second, the cloud forming to the shape of the Dark Mark.

The Trio begins to clutch their ears as a voice begins to thunder over the skies, loud enough for everyone to hear:

You have fought valiantly... but in vain.

I do not wish to spill any more magical blood on these grounds.
I will command my forces to retreat, allowing you to count your losses... treat your wounded.

The clouds disperse to normal, but the atmosphere stays the same.

Harry begins to whine and wince at the pulsating sting coming from the scar on his forehead, as the voice of Voldemort only was heard by him:

Harry Potter, I now speak only to you.

Join me in the Forbidden Forest to accept your fate... and no one else will die by the hands of you.

You have one hour.

If you fail to meet me by the given hour, I will not hesitate to punish any man, woman, or child who chooses to hide you from me.

Harry looks to Ron and Hermione who were both staring right back at him, who were both unaware of the ultimatum that was just given to him.

"What's wrong now?" Hermione asks.

Harry shakes his head, "You two bring him to the Great Hall. I have to do something."

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Draco stayed by my side the entire time I was being treated for my wounds at the Great Hall. He sat against the wall as I leaned onto him, my back against his chest.

"Are you sure you don't want to get that healed?" I point to the gash on his face, as it was still inflamed and slightly bleeding.

He shakes his head, "I'm alright. Eat more." He force feeds me some toast that was rationed.

I stare at his hand as I noticed something strange... he was wearing one ring.

"What happened to the rest?" I began to play with his fingers.

Draco smiles, "This is the only one that matters." He begins to flash his left ring finger, the one occupied by the ring that matches the very same one that hangs on my neck.