Harry Potter x Reader

Chapter 36

Harry's POV!

The last time I saw (y/n) was the night Dumbledore was killed. No one has heard from her since.

Hermione thinks she was killed. But I refuse to believe it. I can't lose her, I can't lose another person I love.

The summer is almost over. (Y/n) has been missing for almost 3 months now. But she's not dead, she can't be.

Bill and Fleur's wedding is today. After the wedding, I'm going to look for the rest of the horcruxes. I wanted to go alone, but Ron and Hermione found out, and they insisted that they come with me.

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I ran to Hermione as the death eaters started to appear. She grabbed Ron and disapparated. I guess this is the beginning of our hunt.

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Your POV

3 months.

You've been in Malfoy Manor for 3 months.

The experience of being a death eater is something that you will never forget. Every day, you sat at a table with killers. You watched them take innocent lives. Some of the people you knew, some you didn't. But each and every victim would look at you the same way they looked at the rest of the death eaters: with fear and anger in their eyes.

And it killed you inside.

In three months, you had seen more people killed than you had seen in an entire lifetime.

Voldemort seemed to like Draco, and therefore, you were safe. Despite your father's attempts to get you killed, Voldemort kept you around, much to your dismay.

Thankfully, you had never killed anyone. Yes, you had watched many die, but never at your own hand. Of course, you wouldn't have been able to anyway, they took your wand. Most of the death eaters didn't trust you, so your wand was taken. You had no idea where it was.

Draco constantly kept an eye on you. It had gotten a bit annoying. Every night, he'd watch to make sure you fell asleep before he did. Most of the time you faked it, it was hard to sleep when you heard killers laughing below you.
You even had to share a room with him, but he transfigured a chair into a separate bed for you, so it wasn't so awkward.

But as annoying as he might have been, Draco was the only thing keeping you sane. He constantly mentioned Harry or Hermione, to remind you that your friends were probably looking for you. He'd comfort you during panic attacks, which happened frequently. He's the reason Voldemort hasn't killed you yet. You were thankful, but at times, you wished it could all just end.

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Months later

You bolted upright, a loud crack had woken you up. You heard laughing, and you could of sworn you heard "Harry Potter". You ran to Draco's bed and put your hand on his arm, but he was still asleep.

"Draco..." you said. He quickly opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked sleepily.

"They're talking about Harry." You whisper. You watch as he listens, and he nods.

"I hear it." He said. Suddenly someone knocks on the door, and without waiting for a reply, the door opens.