People Change | Draco Malfoy x Reader

One

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You felt your cheeks heat up at this memory, which you dared not share with anyone. It was much too special to talk about, so you kept it to yourself, preserved in your mind permanently.

It had almost seemed like Malfoy had cared for you, during that moment. You sighed lightly, turning over. You knew that you were being foolish. Malfoy had always made his opinion of you very obvious; disgust, all because of your bloodline. Years of cruel insults had proved that.

You let out a yawn and let your eyelids gently flutter closed, as you drifted into a deep slumber for the rest of the train ride.

Your nostalgic mood instantly changed to fear, as you entered the familiar nightmare, which was all too true and felt very real. There was no way of escaping it.

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You felt the impact of your battered body hitting the cold, hard floor and winced. Instinctively, you reached for your wand, which you always kept close to you, but it was gone.

The room was completely dark and you couldn't see anything and you didn't know what had happened to the others. You desperately hoped that they weren't hurt.

Suddenly, rough hands grabbed you, not caring if you were injured, making you yelp in pain. You were pulled along the ground, into a different room, then thrown in front of some Death Eaters. Two of them you recognised as the Carrow siblings. The Malfoys were also there and you saw Draco's jaw drop, when he realised who you were.

Amycus, you presumed, walked towards you and stroked your muddy cheek, then slashing it with his wand. "Look at her, she's as filthy as her blood is." He spat, as Alectus cackled. You were biting back a scream, which only fuelled them on more, seeing that they were getting to you.

You had to stay strong; Hermione was probably in the same position somewhere else. It was imperative that you figured out an escape as soon as possible.

Swallowing, you forced yourself to stand, entire body trembling, as the interrogation began. You knew you had to protect your friends.

The lies you told seemed believable. However, the Carrows weren't fooled. This time, it was Alecto who approached you, a large shard of glass in her hand. She gripped your wrist tightly and slashed it several times, the blood flowing freely onto the ground. This time, you wailed loudly, unable to suppress your pain. Unable to stand any longer, you fell to your knees.

Feeling very dizzy, you looked at the wound and felt nauseous. The word 'Mudblood' had been deeply carved into your wrist and it would remain forever, as a scar.

Vision blurry from tears, you saw someone walk out of the room. It looked like Draco. Two other figures also left, leaving you alone with the merciless Carrows, who had grown impatient and were drawing their wands.

"Crucio!" They shouted. Your body was filled with the worst pain imaginable, something you'd only read about. You screamed until your throat was hoarse, yet the Cruciatus curse was continually used. You finally passed out from the pain, ready to give up.

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You were awoken by three worried faces. Sitting up, you took some deep breaths and wiped your eyes, which were teary. Ron pushed a bottle of pumpkin juice towards you and you gratefully smiled at him, before taking a sip.

"Y/N, you were screaming in your sleep again. Still having that awful nightmare?" Hermione asked, gently. She knew what it was like; she had been tortured too. She had advised you to take a potion, for a dreamless sleep, like she had been doing.

"Yeah, all the time. I'm exhausted." You admitted, absentmindedly tracing over the visible pink scar on your wrist, studying the harsh word intently. It was a permanent reminder of your suffering. The scar on your cheek was easily concealed, but you felt somewhat reluctant to cover your Mudblood scar. It didn't make sense why, though.

Hermione hugged you quickly, then told you to change into your uniform. The train was closely approaching Hogwarts.

You finished putting on your robes, just as the train halted. Perfect timing. You stepped off and waved to Hagrid, who was leading the first years to the boats.

Then, you found Neville, Ginny and Luna already sitting in a carriage. The others stepped in, but you took a moment to pet the Thestrals leading the carriage. They were beautiful creatures, but you were haunted by the deaths of many great people, every time you saw them.

Everyone chatted about their summer holidays the entire time, like the old days. The familiarity of the situation put you at ease, after the nightmare.

The carriage then entered Hogwarts, its former elegance redeemed after the war. You stepped out and entered the castle, never ceasing to be amazed by its splendour.

A swishing of a cloak could be faintly heard, meaning Professor McGonagall was nearby.

She appeared behind you, making you and Ginny jump. "Y/N L/N." She began, in a stern tone. "Come with me." You didn't need to turn around to know the puzzled looks your friends were giving you. You were just as confused as they were.

Could you really be in trouble within the first five minutes of the school year?

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A:N The first chapter is completed! It's probably gonna be longer than the rest, just so I could set up the story. I hope you enjoyed it!

Unfortunately, I don't know how frequently I'll be posting chapters, but I'll try to make it as regular as possible.

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