Everlasting 2 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

To the Hospital

You had been called in to Dumbledore's office with Harry. You expected yourself to be questioned about Slughorn's memory, but upon walking in and discovering Professor McGonagall and Snape to also be there, you realised that, whatever you were about to be spoken to about, was far more serious. Your eyes immediately met Harry's as you stopped at the entrance before slowing down your walk as you headed further into the office, upon which Dumbledore informed you to take a seat. Though sceptically, you and Harry did exactly that. Your eyes trailed from Dumbledore's, to McGonagall's, to Snape's, then to Harry's as you looked at each other nervously, not quite knowing what to expect from the situation.

Dumbledore began. "You're excused from Hogwarts for the next couple of days."

"What?" You and Harry asked, looking back and forth between the teachers, who stood behind Dumbledore with nervous and worried expressions.

"You are to return home to the Dursleys."

"What, why?"

"Your aunt, Petunia, has been injured recently and is at the hospital. You are to go see her and remain by her side."

"Wait, injured?" You asked, squinting your eyes suspiciously at the teachers. "How?"

All the teachers now pursed their lips and turned away, leaving Dumbledore to explain the matter to you himself. Snape looked upon you slowly, solemnly, with his eyes weary and in shame; whenever you turned to meet his eyes, he would dart them away and refuse to face you. This in itself was worrying, and you continued to listen to Dumbledore who proceeded to explain.

"We are quite certain she has been injured by ... the use of magic."

"Magic?" Harry asked. "You mean to tell me someone has gone out of their way to purposely hurt a member of our family?"

"It is likely so."

"Why isn't she dead then? If she was attacked by someone who's against us?"

"I believe ... " Dumbledore began with a sigh, "it may act as a warning."

You and Harry turned to each other with your usual poker faces. You understood that, in the end, Dumbledore was probably very close to being right - there would be no other reason for aunt Petunia to be saved but injured if not for a warning. And certain were you that it was most likely a Death Eater, yet which one remained a mystery since you had created yourself some severe enemies on that side anyway, so it could've potentially been any.

Before you knew it, you were already in your dorm packing your bag. You weren't planning to pack everything, but definitely some clothing, books, bathroom things, and typical things that may be of value for the next few days. You understood that Dumbledore wasn't only sending you home to visit a family member, but he was also doing it as a means of protection for Petunia. He trusted yours and Harry's magic skills and believed that, if anything was to happen, you could defend yourselves as your family, as well as inform the rest of the occurrences. You wished to find Draco and inform him of what you'd just been told, but it was a lousy Saturday meaning that he could've been anywhere in the entire castle with his friends. He may have been doing schoolwork, or may have been in the bathroom, or training for Quidditch, or bullying people. You did not have the time to find him, thus you did not have the time to tell him. Harry was already outside of your common room awaiting you with his own bag, thus you did not even have the time to write a note, and you trusted that Snape would inform Draco of your whereabouts when the time came.

"Ready?" Harry asked. "Dumbledore has allowed us to use his fireplace to Little Whinging. Apparently there is a wizard family in our town, and their fireplace is connected to the Floo Network. He says they've been informed of us using their fireplace."

"Alright, good."

With this, you flashed one last look to the Slytherin common room, biting your lip anxiously at the thought of having to leave so suddenly. And, once more, you checked your back for your wand since you understood your own ridiculous habit of losing it. But it was there, meaning you were ready to set off. You'd gone to Dumbledore's office, where he wished you luck and requested that you keep in touch with him. He told you that he would send over Albus and Hedwig soon enough, but that it was of vital importance that the two of you reached Little Whinging first. Thus, you and Harry were told to say the surname Danell, which would take you to the correct fireplace in Little Whinging. And so, when you and Harry did exactly that, you felt yourself be transported into a smaller fireplace in which you crouched down and coughed horridly upon arrival. Before you stood a man and a woman, in their late twenties perhaps, as they looked upon you and Harry worriedly, their eyes full of anxiety and fear.

"Dumbledore has told us," the woman spoke immediately. "I am Willow Danell, and this is my husband Robert Danell. Allow us to drive you to the hospital."

"I'm [F/n] Potter, and that's my sister Harold Potter."

"I genuinely hope you kill yourself," Harry scoffed.

"Yes, yes ... we are quite aware. Anyhow, no time to waste! Your aunt awaits you, let us go."

Thus, you all exited the house, which was not bigger, not smaller than your own house with Dursleys. You headed straight into their car, with you and Harry in the back, and Mr Robert Danell proceeded to drive it quickly through the roads.

"Do you have any suspicions of who it may have been?"

"Could be anyone, really," you sighed, leaning forwards so that you could see the road clearly from the back, allowing Willow to turn to the side and see you clearly as she spoke to you. You continued, "a lot of the Death Eaters hate us, particularly me."

"Oh, really?"

"She can't keep her mouth shut and always makes stupid comments. No wonder they're out to get you specifically," Harry added.

"Control yourself, Harold," you snapped, hitting his head.

"Yes, Dumbledore contacted us asking to use our fireplace, and when we asked why, he told us everything. It is a good thing, anyhow, that the two of you have each other. Don't you think so?"

"No." You and Harry said in unison, after which you continued, "I think I'd get all the work done far quicker if I did not have a Harold behind me constantly complaining and saying everything I do is wrong."

"Because everything you do is wrong."

"Um, sorry, did you open the Chamber of Secrets? Did you battle Voldemort in the graveyard in the Triwizard Tournament? Did you go and fight Bellatrix? Didn't think so!"

"But also did I almost die in the Chamber? Did I almost die in the graveyard? Did I almost die at the hands of Bellatrix? Did I get possessed by Voldemort? Did I shag the next Death Eater in line? Quite frankly, didn't think so!"

"Okay, but did I die!?"

"Should've!"

"Should've!" You gasped, grabbing Harry's hair and pulling it tightly upon which he began to whine and yell at you to get off.

Mr and Mrs Danell were left to stare in horror and listen, petrified at yours and Harry's approach to each other. However, they did it find it somewhat humorous and admirable how light-hearted you and Harry remained in such a time of uncertainty. A Death Eater, possibly, was hanging around and could've been watching you at any given moment, yet you and Harry had much more important matters such as pulling each other's hair. Truth be told, there was no one more perfect for the chosen one role than you and Harry together, for the two of you remained careless, sarcastic, and even if you hated to admit it, you had very similar personalities which were capable of battling through any dreadful moment with a mocking look or sarcastic comment. Even as you headed off to the hospital.