The dimly lit courtroom was filled with the echo of angery voices that can be heard through every corner of the hall. Members of the Wizengamot sat in their elevated seats, staring down at the blond Draco Malfoy with a cold, judgmental eyes. The air buzzed with hostility, fueled by the mournful cries of grieving families who had lost loved ones in the war.
"Guilty!"
"Make him pay for his sins!"
"They killed my daughter!"
"Death Eaters don't deserve trials!" a man shouted from the crowd, his voice cracking with emotion. "Send him to Azkaban or have the Dementors kiss him now!"
Draco stood in the center of the room, confined within a cruel iron cage. Its bars were lined with thorns that pressed against his pale skin, drawing blood if he so much as moved. He didn't flinch. He barely even blinked. His gray eyes, once sharp and filled with pride, were now hollow, devoid of any spark of life.
He had nothing left. His father was dead, his mother imprisoned in Azkaban, and every last bit of the Malfoy fortune was taken by the Ministry. He wasn't just a criminal in their eyes. he was a symbol of everything people hated about the war.
He stood motionless in his cage . The accusations, the hurtful words, they didn't matter. Draco knew the outcome was already set in stone. He was a Death Eater in their eyes, a murderer, a torturer and a monster.... not a boy who was forced into a role he never even wanted.
The Chief Warlock,with his figure with a long silver beard and an expression of neutraly. raised his gavel. "The Ministry of Magic now here to sentence Draco Malfoy of-"
But before he could finish, the heavy doors of the courtroom burst open with a bang. Gasps filled the room as every head turned.
Draco, startled despite himself, can't help but to tilt his head slightly as he wonders who would want to interrupt an announcement of his death sentence or jail time. That resulted of him being pierced by the torns of the cage he was in, in the side of his neck, making a small drop of blood trickling down his pale skin. His dead eyes widened as they landed on the figure that was standing at the door.
Harry Potter.
The Boy Who Lived walk into the courtroom, his emerald eyes blazing with determination. His messy black hair gushing in the wind as he walks and his wand was clenched tightly in his hand.
"sorry for interrupting." Harry's voice echoed. "But you cannot pass judgment on Draco Malfoy without hearing what I have to say."
The crowd murmured, some in protest, others in curiosity. The Chief Warlock frowned deeply but motioned for Harry to approach.
"This is highly inappropriate, Mr. Potter," he said. "But given by your role in the war, we will allow you to speak. Make it quick."
Harry stepped forward, his gaze flickering briefly to Draco. For a moment, their eyes met. one was a determined green while the other is a dead blue dark eyes staring back at each othe .Harry saw the emptiness in Draco's face, the blood trickling from his wounds, the complete lack of fight in his posture. Harry shook his head off he have an promise to Draco's mom before she was sent into Azkaban and that is to make sure that draco didn't meet her same fate. This was just a repayment of her saving his life back when Voldemort asked if he was alive.
"I Harry James Potter here testify for Draco Malfoy!" Said Harry with an determine look on his eyes.as the courtroom erupted in chaos once more.
{Few hours later....}
The cold wind bit at Draco's skin as he was escorted out of the Ministry of Magic. The cuffs around his wrists glowed faintly, a constant reminder of the magic he could no longer access. The bracelet on his arm was heavy, not in weight but in meaning. Freedom, they called it. To him, it felt like nothing more than another kind of cage, one without walls but just as suffocating.
He stumbled slightly on the cobblestones outside, the people assigned to watch him pulling him forward without care. His gaze drifted through the crowd until it landed on Harry Potter, surrounded by reporters. The flashes of cameras illuminated Harry's face as he answered their endless questions, his voice barely audible over the commotion.
Draco's heart twisted. He wanted to talk to him-to demand answers, to ask why he'd fought so hard to spare him from Azkaban when it was clear he didn't care what happened to him anymore.
"Potter!" Draco called, his voice hoarse.
The Ministry official next to him glared. "Quiet, Malfoy."
"Harry!" Draco tried again, louder this time. The officials stiffened, and the nearest one turned to him, his face dark with anger.
"I said, shut up!" he barked, raising his hand.
Before Draco could react, the slap cracked across his face, sending him stumbling to the ground. Pain flared in his cheek, and he tasted blood.
"That's enough," Harry's voice cut through the noise like a whip.
The crowd fell silent as Harry pushed past the reporters, his emerald eyes blazing with fury. He approached the officials, his wand clenched tightly in his hand.
"Is this how you treat someone under your care?" Harry's voice was sharp and unrelenting, his glare making the officials shrink back. "The court's decision was to keep an eye on him, not to abuse him."
The officials exchanged uneasy glances but said nothing.
Harry took a step closer, his tone dropping dangerously low. "Leave us. I need a private word with Malfoy. Now."
The officials hesitated, but the intensity in Harry's gaze left no room for argument. They muttered under their breath and stepped back, blending into the crowd.
Harry extended a hand to Draco, who was still on the ground. For a moment, Draco simply stared at it, his expression unreadable. Then, with a faint grimace, he took it, letting Harry help him to his feet.
They moved to a quieter corner, away from prying eyes. Draco leaned against the wall, his cuffed wrists resting limply by his sides. He avoided Harry's gaze, staring at the ground instead.
"Why did you do it?" Draco finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you come here ?"
then harry after hearing that question , stared into Draco's grey orbs.
Then there was silence...
"..."
Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair . ".you don't need to know, besides..."
"What do you mean besides?" Draco ask in confusion and frustration as harry kept stopping at his mid sentences.
"Nevermind..." Harry said as he look away from Draco's gaze.
Draco let out a bitter laugh, his head tilting back against the wall. "You think I'm gonna fall for your lies potter?. Tell me do you enjoy watching me being hated by people? Why do you- " Draco argued but was cut off on his mid sentence by harry.
"Do I really need a reason to?... Do you think I wanted this?!"
" So your saying you don't wanted to?!, why save me then?! Im already prepared myself to death and you keep ruining it!"
" Wtf Malfoy?! I was just trying to help! Why do you kept being a git?! "
"Because!- "
Draco stopped as the thought doesn't cross his mind . Why does he even arguing with this potter head? What's wrong with him?.
"I'm not. You should've just let them-"
"Stop," Harry interrupted, his voice firm. "Don't talk like that. and for goodness sake stop being a git.You made mistakes, but you still can change."
Draco finally looked at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "I don't understand you," he muttered.
"You don't have to," Harry replied softly. "Just... try. That's all I'm asking. Try to live."
And then he leave. He leave draco with an counfused look and questions that draco doubt he can asked again.
"What's wrong with me?..."
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To be continued....
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Drarry - Second chance
Fanfiction~~~ "My fate has always been like this, Potter." "..." "From the moment I was born, it was already decided. Written in ink I never held, signed by people who never asked." "..." "I was raised to be useful. Convenient. Disposable when the story no lo...
