𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 | Cedric Diggory x Reader

♡ 20 | Heavy Heart

Flashback

Draco is sweating bullets when he sees the person who Barty Crouch Jr captured. It's definitely Y/N's mother. He recognizes those eyes anywhere. This kind woman welcomed him to her home despite knowing about his family. Not once did Y/N's parents made him feel out of place. Warmth, kindness, and love is what he received from Y/N and her parents.

Guilt instantly slaps Draco in the face when he realizes his position now. He's to kill the woman who's treated him like her own son-in-law. "No! How dare you make a child kill!" Mrs. Y/L/N glares angrily at Voldemort who waves his hands at her words. Voldemort then raises his wand and murmurs the word, Crucio.

Mrs. Y/L/N lets out a loud scream of agony as her body contorts. Draco grimaces as he feels his heart race uncontrollably. He's too much of a coward to even stop Voldemort himself. Voldemort lowers his wand and the spell ceases. The man looks directly at Draco. "Now Draco, go ahead. It's your tu--"

Thunderous knocks and then the sound of the door opening catches everyone's attention. Draco's mother, Narcissa, stands there. She bows her head in apology for entering without permission. "Excuse me for the intrusion but Draco must hurry back to Hogwarts. We received a note that the Quidditch game has ended."

Voldemort flicks his wand and returns Mrs. Y/L/N into the bag. "Very well then. Draco you are to come back here to finish the job. I won't be here each night to watch over you but the shopkeeper will tell me of your progression. Best to kill her before our attack on Hogwarts." Narcissa then calls out to Draco to hurry with her. 

Draco bows his head to Voldemort before casting one last look at the bag that's wriggling. He clenches his teeth and turns his back away. 

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A month. It's been a month since Draco's attempted to kill Y/N's mother. What's changed now is her father has also been captured. Now he'll have two deaths on his hands. Draco's heart is heavy when he looks at how miserable they both look. They lack color, their eyes nearly hollow and dark, cheekbones sunken in from lack of nutrients. They might as well be dead from their appearance. 

Draco's only mustered to use the only two unforgivable curses when he's being watched by the shopkeeper or various Death Eaters that Voldemort's sent to babysit him. They grow impatient and leave the room each night. This gives Draco a small amount of time to talk to Y/N's parents. Most of the conversation consists of Draco apologizing and that he'll find a way to get them out of here. 

But tonight is different. They're not as animated when Draco uses Crucio or Imperio. Like almost every night the person who watches Draco exhales and leaves the room. Draco's positive they know he'll never manage to use Avada Kedavra. The shopkeeper leaves to tend to clients when the store bell chimes. Draco looks at the door when it's closed shut behind him. 

He then drops to his knees in front of the Y/L/N's. "No need for more apologies Draco. We understand." Mrs. Y/L/N weakly speaks. Despite being close to her, Draco can barely hear her words. She slowly raises her eyes up to look at Draco. "I don't have much time I'm afraid. My body is growing weaker by the day." 

"No. You shouldn't say that Mrs. Y/L/N." Draco's brows furrow together as he wears a deep frown. He fishes out a potion, urging her to drink but she declines. Mr. Y/L/N then speaks up beside her. "We're sorry we couldn't tell you anything worthy for You-Know-Who." The man coughs profusely, his voice hoarse. Draco rests his hand on the palm of Mr. Y/L/N's back as he offers the man water. 

Mr. Y/L/N graciously takes a drink before Draco hides the flask away in his robes. "We never did tell you how Y/N kept your secret about being a Death Eater have we?" Mr. Y/L/N dryly chuckles when Draco's eyes widen in surprise. "That silly girl." A weak smile laces onto Mr. Y/L/N's face when he recalls his daughter.