Step One to Freeing a Mutt
People started to avoid him after the stunt during breakfast, some just started being overly nice to him. It seemed like the general consensus was to not make Draco Malfoy mad, and he was okay with that. The other Slytherins continued like normal. He didn’t bother them, and they left him out of their hair brained schemes to piss off Harry Potter.
Since learning that Muffet was guarding the rest of the Monsters, he felt more at peace knowing that they were safe. Also that no one would run into the Temmie with a chainsaw so yeah. Frisk vaguely remembered the Temmie finding the chainsaw somehow, and then not letting it go. None of the other monsters could get it to let it go, so the Temmie kept it’s chainsaw. Muffet would keep that one in particular in line. Or send it out to do her dirty work. It was really up to whether or not people were skimping out on paying her.
Sirius kept Draco company throughout his days at school, the teachers couldn’t really say anything about the dog since it wasn’t be disruptive and it also wasn’t in class. Sirius stayed outside the classroom at all times. Like a well trained guard dog. Draco would catch him staring at Potter though, and when he did he always had this sad look to him, which did not look good on a dog. Even Chara agreed that the sad puppy look was just too sad, and in their words “We should fix that right now, Frisk. I can’t stand for something to look sad when I’m not allowed to stab it to make it stop!”
So, Draco spent a lot of his free time scouting Weasley. The rat – Sirius had said it was Peter Pettigrew – was kept close to the Weasley’s side. Draco had vaguely heard a rumor about Grangers cat trying to eat it, so Weasley decided to keep it around always. He didn’t really care if Weasley kept the rat around or not, no he cared that the rat was using a child as a human shield. Cowardice, Undyne would not approve.
Draco was in the library reading up on spells that could discover an Animagus, or potentially one that could turn one back to being human when Harry Potter sat down beside him at his table. Draco spared him one glance and then immediately went back to his book.
“Ron and Hermione are arguing again, I didn’t want to be around them for that, and you’re one of the quietest people I know so, here we are.” Draco has not asked why he was sitting there, but Potter decided to bring it upon himself to do that anyways. Draco gave him a shrug and went back to his reading. Potter, curious as a cat who hasn’t seen death yet, peaked over to read the passage that Draco was reading. “You think Black is an Animagus?” Sirius was laying beside Draco pretending to be asleep when he heard what Potter had said. Draco could see the dog’s eyes opening, but otherwise he did not move. Well other than the jump that went silently through his body that only Draco’s foot felt.
“Not really, I’m looking for someone whose Animagus form is a rat.” Draco made his voice come across as if he could not care less if Potter knew, he was going for absentminded. He could tell Potter’s interest was piqued.
“What? A rat?”
“Yeah, apparently it has a long thin tail, and it’s missing a finger.” Potter froze. Draco had to stop himself from smirking, and Chara wasn’t helping because they were feeling absolutely charmed with how Draco was manipulating the boy.
“Why are you looking for this person?” His voice was hesitant. Like he didn’t want to believe what he was hearing, or what he was thinking more like.
“He’s hiding because if he were to be found out he would immediately get this kiss. Killed a whole bunch of people.” Draco looked up and into Potter’s eyes. “There should be a dark spot on it’s left arm should you see a rat matching that description.” Draco stood and began to pack up his books. As he was leaving, he leaned down to whisper to Potter. “He was a Death Eater, you know.” With that Draco left the shell-shocked boy sitting and the table and made his way to check out the books he was currently holding.
Potter caught back up with him outside the library.
“Malfoy, what would I do if I caught this person?” Draco gave the boy a once over. He really couldn’t believe that Potter believed him, even if he weren’t lying it made no sense. Then again, maybe it was paranoia because of the Sirius Black incident.
“Well, I would take it to Professor Lupin, he’s the one that’s actively looking for the man. It’s a secret assignment or something that I can only assume he got from Dumbledore.” Draco said flippantly waving his hand.
Potter nodded and turned to leave before stopping again. “What is a Death-Eater?” and Draco felt sorry for the boy. Did no one tell him anything?
“They’re the followers of Lord Voldemort.” That seemed to be the thing that nailed the coffin for Potter. Maybe it was the fact that he just told the boy that his best friends pet rat was a grown man who had killed people, or that the man was a follower of the man who killed his parents. Or maybe it was the fact that Draco was one of the few people who was not afraid of a curse on a name when the man is supposed to be fucking dead. Either way, Potter squared his shoulders like he was going to war and marched away with a look of pure determination on his face.
You have just gotten closer to Saving the mutt, the thought fills you with DETERMINATION.