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.
"Get dressed you two, they have Harry and his friends, and Bella wants everyone to see her torture the girl." Narcissa says. You gasp as you realize she's talking about Hermione. You run and get dressed, and without waiting for Draco, you run downstairs.
You wait behind a doorway, hearing Bellatrix's cackles. You wait there until Draco catches up to you, and he grabs your hand and walks in. You two had to pretend you were in a relationship or else Voldemort would know something was wrong.
You see three people that look nothing like your friends. But when you see the eyes of one boy fill with tears, you know it's Harry. You feel awful that you can't explain yourself, but at the moment the death eaters aren't sure that it's them, and you weren't going to be the reason they were killed.
But eventually the Polyjuice wore off, and here was Harry. You saw the hurt looks on all of their faces, and tears sprung to your eyes.
Bellatrix sent the two boys to the dungeon, then lunged at Hermione. Draco dragged you off while covering your mouth to prevent your screaming.
"Go talk to Harry. I'll stay up here." He said. You nod with tears in your eyes. You turn to leave, but then turn around and hug Draco tightly.
"Thank you, you're an amazing best friend." You say. He hugs you back, and then you run to Harry.
"Harry!" You whisper through the bars of the cell. Harry looks up at you in disgust.
"You joined the Death Eaters?" He snarls.
"No! They captured me that night at the school, but Draco pretended to be in love with me so they wouldn't kill me. He saved my life. But look, I'm not one of them." You say, pulling up your sleeve. Harry sighs in relief and runs to you, grabbing your hands through the bars.
"I was so worried." He says, tears falling. You squeeze his hands.
"I know. I'm sorry." You say. Suddenly you hear screams of agony.
"Hermione!" Ron bellows, and tries to break down the door.
"(Y/n) let us out!" Ron screams at you. You sigh.
"I can't. They took my wand." You sigh. Hermione's screams fill the manor, and soon you're crying. Ron is going mad, and Harry hasn't let go of your hands.
Suddenly you hear someone behind you. You pull away from Harry and shriek when you see Peter Pettigrew.
"No! I'm here to help!" He says, and let's the boys out. Harry runs to you and hugs you as Ron runs up the stairs.
"Harry come on!" You say, but before you can leave, Peter falls to the floor, and starts to choke himself.
"It's his hand, there's nothing we can do." You say to Harry sadly. After Harry's failed attempts at saving him, he lies dead on the floor of the cell.
"Hermione." Harry remember. You run up the stairs, and Bellatrix is furious.
Suddenly, a house elf appears.
"Dobby!" Harry yells. You smile at the elf, and he snaps his fingers.
Suddenly you're pushed to the ground and you hear a loud crash. You look up to see that Harry is on top of you, shielding you from the glass chandelier.
Dobby apparates with you and the trio, and suddenly you're on a beach.
You turn to see Harry, but he's crying.
Dobby had a knife in his back.
You decide to leave him alone to say goodbye. You say hello to Bill and Fleur, and they show you to a room that you share with Luna. You don't see Harry again at all until the next morning, and you found out he spent the night digging a grave.
"Good morning." You smile at him when you see him at the table. He looks at you, but doesn't smile. You take a seat next to him and he wraps his arms around you, taking you by surprise.
He doesn't say a word for a while, and neither do you.
Finally, he speaks.
"I love you." He says.