Chapter 1
Draco was confused. He didn't know if he call call it a trial- it didn't feel like one. Just him Robards and Shacklebolt in the Ministers office. He was fairly certain the tea they'd given him had vertiaserum in it, but he wasn't concerned. He had the Mark- they didn't need any other evidence to lock him away or kill him.
Even his Mother had a open trial with full press. She didn't have the Mark herself but was considered in the inner circle courtesy of her Marriage to Father. The only one to escape the awful Tattoo. She never committed a crime and had even saved Harry Potter, but she was sentenced to Death anyway. A Muggle hanging in the middle of Hogsmede with the majority of the other Death Eaters. The crowd had cheered and celebrated as his beautiful and innocent Mother had swung from the rope. She had been as trapped as Draco had been.
Kingsley was smiling at him. It unnerved Draco a great deal. Dispite this when Kingsley gripped his shoulder supportively Draco couldn't help but close his eyes and lean slightly into the touch for a second or two. It was like a Fathers proud touch- a normal Father anyway. Not Draco's.
Robards cleared his throat and shuffled his papers before speaking. "I want to make you aware that nothing you say will leave this room" he started. Draco nodded, his back straight. Whatever this was he could face it, even death. "We've collected everyone's statements. Mr Potters and Mr Ollivanders were among the most interesting". Draco nodded as though he knew where this was going. He didn't. Robards expression looked apologetic before he continued "See the thing is we could've released you today. All our statements clearly paint you as a victim, and to Mr Potter himself- a hero. Mr Potter has offered for you to live with him and Mr Ollivander wishes to hire you." Draco shook himself in suprise but nothing prepared for the next words Robards said. "But the thing that doesn't add up is that both the Lestranges and Voldemort himself named you their Heirs.
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The light hurt his eyes. He squinted unwilling to open them again fully at the moment. He only realised he was on the floor when strong arms lifted him from both sides. His head throbbed- he assumed from where he'd hit the floor. He must've fainted. The old Draco would've been embarrassed and hissed out insults to cover it, like a cornered cat. Current Draco was just happy he hadn't thrown up in his mouth. He practiced his calming breathing techniques for a few moments before he trusted himself to open his eyes again. His first words were dry and stuttery dispite his tea "W-w-why?"
Kingsley frowned "We were Hoping you could tell us." He said. Frowning seemed appropriate to Draco so he did it too. He gulped down his tea and answered more clearly "Aunt Bella was.. well my Aunt but she wasn't fond of me. None of them were and the Dark Lord only marked me as a punishment to my Father. He hated me."
Robards cleared his throat again. Draco was beginning to hate that sound "According to this letter you were Voldemort's Crown Jewel. He also refers to you as Angel several times." He said. The latter Draco was familiar with. "He called me Angel sometimes when he called me to him. The others would laugh." Draco whispered. "They tortured me. Why would they name m-m-me..."
Draco couldn't couldn't continue. Struggling to breathe through his anxiety. Kingsley shoved a glasses of water in his hands and demanded he drink and rubbed his back as he did so. He missed the concerned look Kingsley shot him before he spoke "Draco..were you aware of the Marriage contract your Father and Voldemort had been in the process of drawing up for your hand?"
This was the moment Draco threw up. His empty stomach throwing up stomach acid. Pale and shakey he managed a stuttering no before passing out once more.
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When he woke he realised he was in a different room in a white room. The door was metal and obviously locked but the room was clean and the bed surprisingly soft. When he sat up there was a plastic cup of water on the table beside him and documents.
Sitting up he began to read them, suprised that a few he'd apparently already signed. The top one was permission for the Ministry to inspect his new properties and vaults for dark objects and curses to be disposed of. Not a warrant- which Draco appreciated, though the old Draco would've been offended. The next were a list of his new bequeathments and titles. Followed by the wills themselves. Draco felt detached as he read them, the whole situation not feeling real. He was debating going back to sleep when the door opened, a stern looking woman letting a familiar figure pass.
"Pottah" Draco greeted. The familiar name passing his lips making him feel more alive then he had felt in months. "Malfoy" Harry Potter had greeted him in return. A wave of embarrassment flushed through Draco as he had to ask "Where am I?" Potter smile apologetically when he replied "St Mungos- Janus Thickey Ward. Robards thought it was best. You didn't take the news well he said"
Understatement of the Year in Draco's opinion though he instead replied "Why are you here Pottah?" Putting extra emphasis on the H that didn't actually exist in Potter's name. "Oh" Potter exclaimed "You're coming with me. To mine. To eh live with me" Draco raised an eyebrow at that. "Why you? Why not Aunt Andy?"
Andromeda had come to him at his mother's funeral. He was half starved and still in chains but she'd ignored the Auror's guarding him and hugged him tightly. She knew he and his Mother had been trapped. Apparently his Mother had reached out to her before the end begging her to take her Grandson and Daughter and disappear. The Dark Lord's interest in Teddy's birth terrifying her as it did his interest in Draco.
Harry scratched his head looking embarrassed. He turned red as he replied. "That's the eh thing. I testified for your mum see. Loads of people saw her lie for me but it still didn't help and eh only me, you Ron and Hermione saw you lie for me but It's not enough to clear you even though you were a minor before and they eh wouldn't let me see you so I..." Potter didn't finish his sentence just looking to the ceiling as if it held all the answers.
Draco rolled his eyes. He was sick of not knowing things. "Spit it out Pottah" he huffed grabbing Potter's attention again. "I lied." Potter began "It was only to speak to you! They would only let close family in you see but I couldn't say I was your brother or husband but you were asleep anyway but the Aurors Gossip and the Daily Prophet heard and.. and Hermione said it was your best c-chance anyway. Nobody was going to lock you away if I said you were... you were that". Potter blushed. Draco rubbed his own face in frustration. "If-I-Were-What Pottah?" He ground out.
Potter looked towards the ground and shuffled his feet "My Fiancée" he said quietly.