Draco
Draco Malfoy didn’t know what had compelled him to contact Luna Lovegood, of all people, to help. But he was surprised, to say the least, at how fruitful it had been. She immediately offered for them to stay at her father’s home for the time being while she figured a different more permanent place to house them.
Blaise and Pansy had been with Draco and his mother when their lives were bombed, again.
His father had died two years ago and his mother was left alone in their manor while Draco went to France to study medicine. He was very adept at it given he was gifted in potions. It wasn’t all surprising though because of the fact that Severus had been Draco’s godfather, meaning that potions had to be his best subject. He liked it though.
He had completed his schooling majoring in mind healing. And that was why he had decided to come back home. But that had been a mistake.
He hadn’t kept up with politics when he should have. The death eaters and their families were under attack once again, even if they had been cleared or served their time. And Harry Potter’s sudden disappearance hadn’t helped much.
Draco and his mother began receiving threats. They were stalked every time they went outside and just a few days ago their house had been set on fire.
He didn’t know how they had gotten through the copious amounts of wards that were suffocating the manor, but they had. And since Blaise and Pansy were with him and his mother when this happened they all fled.
His two friends had recently lost their jobs because of their connections to past death eaters.
Rumors had been bouncing around that Draco and Narcissa were going to be put on trial once again, even though the ‘Savior’ of the wizarding world himself testified on their behalf.
Draco just spent three years of his life trying to turn it all around, trying to escape the life that was laid out for him long ago. He couldn’t go on trial, it would ruin him. But apparently fate had other plans in mind.
Luna had left in the middle of the night, which was strange, leaving the group in the cluttered house with her father that went off about Nargles and Wrackspurts and how they were infesting the house now that Draco and his friends had come. Thankfully he had left Narcissa out of the complaint.
Draco wasn’t sure when Luna would be back, but the sun was starting to rise. She had been gone for hours, and he had stayed up the entire time.
They had arrived the day before. Draco was eternally grateful to have a place to stay, even if the colors were blinding and he bumped into random pieces of furniture that seemed to be thrown about the house on a whim.
Blaise and Pansy were sleeping in the room that was given to all of them while Draco waited in the family room by the fire for Luna to return home.
His mother was off in the kitchen somewhere helping Mr. Lovegood with something. Draco wasn’t really sure what they were doing in the early hours of the morning, but he didn’t care very much.
His need for sleep was very adamant, but he was used to exhaustion. He stared into the crackling fire for what seemed like ages before the front door burst open.
He launched to his feet and had his wand out within a second. But he was only met with Luna’s soft smile and kind eyes. He slid his wand back up his sleeve and waited for his pulse to slow down.
“Good news,” she clapped her hands together once, “I have found you a place to stay, I will take you there tomorrow.”
Draco exhaled a sigh of relief, “Thank you Luna,” he truly was grateful, but he had some questions. “What place did you find that would be safe for us?” He knew he would find out tomorrow but he still wanted to know.
“I have a very good friend,” She took off her jacket and hung it by the door.
“Where is the house?” Draco asked more directly, her answer was not the one he was looking for.
“Don’t worry Draco,” Luna said, waving him off and heading towards the kitchen. “The house is plenty safe and will keep you hidden.”
“But how do you know?” He asked while following her. He needed to make sure that they wouldn’t be found and murdered in their sleep.
“Because my friend has been there for years and not one person has the slightest idea.” She smiled at him and went to greet her father.
Draco stopped just before the kitchen. He had no idea what she meant by that. Luna had many friends and none of them met those parameters, but he also hadn’t seen her in years.
He was still baffled that she would willingly and happily help them. But she really had never cared about his social standing, in fact she didn’t care about anyone’s social standings, she just said and did whatever she wanted. Those traits reminded him a lot of Potter.
He shook his head and went to the bathroom.
When he came back from France Pansy had bombarded him with all of the information and rumors of Potter’s disappearance. It had been surprising and rather alarming but he didn’t think about it much. At least he tried to not think about it very much.
How could the ‘Savior’ of the wizarding world disappear without a trace? It just didn’t make sense.
He closed the bathroom door and looked in the mirror. He was more disheveled than he would have liked. His blonde hair was well past his ears and his eyes were dull, the bruises underneath them were darker than they had been in a long time. He closed his eyes and took a breath.
He was just glad, and not for the first time, that he resembled his mother more than his father. Even though he barely looked like her right then.
He didn’t know if he would ever be able to get rid of the dark circles, they had been there for years. His inability to sleep played a very big factor in that.
He thought that staying in France had done him some good, which it had. But now with all the threats and attacks he could feel himself slipping again.
Ever since the war his insomnia was worse than ever. He had done everything in the book to make it better. He was a healer for Merlin’s sake, but he rarely slept and it was taking a toll on him.
He turned on the sink and splashed water onto his face. By tomorrow he would be in a new home owned by someone Luna would not name.
What could go wrong?