Attacked
His eyes opened and Draco looked down at his hands. Covered in a shimmering blue substance his mouth let out muffled screams as he looked around his surroundings. He was in the depths of the forbidden Forest alone and he looked around to find himself in torn robes and with bite marks covering his body.
His mind raced with pictures of dark eyes and hands across his body. Lifting himself off the ground he stumbled forward feeling any food in his body escape his mouth as he gagged uncontrollably. On his knees he puked on the ground and he looked around for a way back to school.
His heart raced and the whole Forrest seemed to spin around him. The last thing he’d remembered was going to sleep the night before. How had he ended up in the forbidden forest. He held his hands up to head he’d pulling at his hair as he tried to remember.
Looking down at the blue liquid covering his body he searched for his wand fishing it out of his pocket. Taking a step forward he stumbled into a ditch with a loud thud feeling something soft cushion his fall. Lifting himself off the ground he let out a scream at what stared back at him.
Laying on the ground with its stomach ripped to shreds was a large white unicorn. Screaming Draco looked down at his robes realizing what the blue liquid was.
Unicorn Blood.
His screams came out as groans and he looked around panicked. Hunting unicorns was illegal. It was almost the worst thing any witch or wizard could do. Bursting into tears Draco knew he had to get out of the Forest. If anyone saw him they would asume he was the one who killed the unicorn and he’d be shipped straight to Azkaban to join his father.
No one would believe a confirmed death eater. He imagined spending the rest of his days in a cell or worse getting the kiss. His soul trapped for all eternity in the stomach of a dementor. Taking one last look at unicorn he held his wand in the air.
Accio Broom
Draco visualized his broom in the supply closet of Slytherine Quidich team. He imagined the dark handle of his nimbus 2001 which he’d been unwilling to part with. Focusing his mind he held his wand up in the air willing the broom to come to him and help him leave the forest.
Moments later he heard something flying through the air and he let out a cry of joy at seeing his broom flirting in his direction. Grabbing it by the hand he quickly mounted it and kicked off the ground. The cold morning air filled his lungs and he quickly made his way back towards the castle.
It was still early morning by the time Draco arrived and quickly showered in the Slytherin quidditch teams showers. Scrubbing his fresh of the glittery blue blood. He’d read about unicorn blood before in his old copy of fantastic beast and where to find them. Unicorn blood could keep someone alive even on the verge of death but it was a curse.
Draco watched the blood pour down his the drain and tried to remember what had happened the night before. There was nothing. Just like the day Hagrid found him wondering the forbidden forest he had no idea how he’d ended up there or what he had done. His chest tightened in fear and wondered if he was going mad.
His mind raced to his aunt Bella. How young had she been when she’d first started to lose it. Since the war his mother had refused to talk about what she called all the “unpleasantness” leaving Draco lonely and frustrated. She was the only person he had left now his father was rotting in Azkaban and all she did was lock herself in the manor refusing to leave.
They had spent his first summer after the war locked in the manor. Her in her chambers drinking calming draught and him writing to Theo letters that he’d always send back unopened. Every time Draco had tried to talk to her about what he felt. About his fears, his regrets. The deep ache he felt inside she would send him away.
Draco had done a lot of thinking over the summer. Talking the portraits of his ancestors trying to figure out how he’d ended up here. His family had done horrible things since the age of William The First. Each generation scheming and plotting to acquire and Mai again power.
And now after centuries of fine breeding and betrayal he was what was left. He had nothing he had no one. Looking down at his arm he spotted the dark mark and he felt his knees go weak. He had been so proud when the dark lord had made him an official death eater. His father had promised him this. A chance to rise to greatness and fulfill his destiny. To create a new world as it should be.
Now the mark was a symbol of his failure. He was nothing but a liar, and a coward, and he hadn’t even been able to off himself right.
Putting on a new pair of robes he quickly makes his way to the great hall for breakfast. Trying to steady his heartbeat as the first round of students arrive. Sitting down at his usual spot at the eighth years student table he grabs a piece of toast and bites on it.
“Draco Malfoy!” Hermione walked up to him with tears in her eyes. I am instant he felt her hand across his face and he stumbled backwards. “You bastard, you did this didn’t you! I hate you! I hate you!”
She lunged at him and she held his hands up defensively as the rest of the hall watched in awe as Hermione Granger attacked him.
“Hermione stop it! You’re not helping him like this.” Harry grabbed a distraught Hermione pulling her back and Draco pulled out his notepad from his robes.
“What happened? What’s going on?” He wrote down showing Harry.
“It’s Ron, he’s been attacked.”