Luck favors anyone but Harry Potter
The next day the entire Great Hall got to witness Pettigrew’s, demise. Potter had stormed into the Great Hall a rat clutched in his scratched and bleeding hands. Weasley had followed close behind trying to get Potter to release the rat with no results. Potter marched right up the Head Table and thrusted the rat into Lupins hand with a hurried “Here,” and then turned around to grab at Weasley to stop him from trying to get the rat back.
Draco watched with glee as Lupin looked down stunned at the rat in his hand with shock, before he seemed to realize just what had happened and his head snapped up to look at Draco. Draco spared the man one glance before he turned back to drinking his tea. It was really good tea.
Lupin had after that put the rat on the table and then stunned it, before he cast the spell that could change back an Animagus, and then there on the table was a stunned Peter Pettigrew, and the Great Hall exploded in noise. Chara found amusement in the chaos, but it was hurting Draco’s ears, so he snuck out of the Great Hall while no one was watching. Classes were canceled for a week after this incident, as some of the teachers had to testify for the new court case against Pettigrew, but when classes started back up again Lupin had a brand-new teaching assistant, and Sirius had a framed pardon sitting on the desk.
After that third year went by smoothly, and more mundane than anything. Draco spent some time with Lupin and Sirius, but mostly just went about his day with Chara chatting on in his head.
With the issue of Sirius taken care of they spent most of their free time studying the ministry and scouring for any information that might have suggested that a Ministry of Magic operative might have been in the Forbidden Forest for the past 11 years. Chara had said that without Frisk she couldn’t remember when they came as time became an issue, but she did know that they have been like that for quite a bit. It hurt Frisk’s heart to know that their family was in that state for so long and they didn’t even know, because they hadn’t remembered.
Without Remus and Sirius to remind them of their life as Draco it was easier to dive into the thought process and memories of Frisk, and so they started going by they more often than not in their own mind. Gender didn’t matter when you had two voices in your head.
They asked Remus and Sirius once to start calling them they, and not he and him anymore. The grown ups had shared a look and immediately agreed to call them that in private between the two of them, and when they are talking around them in private, but not to other teachers because they still had the secret of Chara to hide. It made sense and Frisk immediately agreed on the condition that they also call them Frisk.
They weren’t able to find anything in any articles released to the public, so it must have been a secret project of the Ministry. It angered both of them that they couldn’t find anything on what happened to their family, and for the rest of the school year Draco’s eyes to the public were primarily red, and people steered clear of him. Even teachers did not want to piss off the Malfoy scion.
They cooled down at the end of the year when they had to say goodbye to Remus and Sirius who decided to work on fixing Sirius’ family home into something livable.
The next year when the Tri Wizard Tournament became a thing and Harry Potter’s name was called Frisk could only bang their head on the table with frustration. Then apparently there was a Death Eater in disguise at their school, and now Voldemort was back, which was just great. Oh, and a Hufflepuff died. Chara took great glee in that, but Frisk was indifferent, they couldn’t even remember the name of the Hufflepuff champion, but with the way Potter was sobbing over his corpse, he was apparently important to the Gryffindor.
Fifth year brought Umbridge, and that was a whole new headache for Frisk. They had to avoid her whenever she walked down the hall because Chara didn’t like her, and when Chara doesn’t like someone, they usually get stabbed. So, to avoid any murders, Frisk had taken to staying as far away from that woman and her office as possible.
So it was no shock that one night near the end of the year, when they were almost free of the Pink nuisance that they stumbled upon a group of students all mounting Thestrals. The youngest and female Weasley noticed them first and sent a stunner their way. It was only thanks to all that dodging they had done in the Underground that Frisk’s reflexes were fast enough to dodge it. Chara’s were shit.
“Woah!” Potter exclaimed, jumping off the Thestral and in front of Frisk to stop any more stunners heading their way. After making sure none of his friends were going to shoot the blond he turned to Frisk. Frisk cocked their head to the side in an obvious question and Potter started rocking back and forth on his heels. “I heard from Remus that you helped Sirius get freed, and while I do not appreciate the manipulation, I will admit that I am grateful that you are the reason my Godfather is no longer in Azkaban and that I have a home other than the Dursleys to go to.” Frisk nodded. “Now, apparently Voldemort has Sirius in the Department of Ministries and we need to go to save him so I would appreciate it if you didn’t say anything.” He rushed out, but Frisk only needed to hear one thing.
Taking their silence as a affirmative Potter turned around to get back on his stead when an arm shot out and grabbed the back of his robes.
“Take me with you.” Frisk said tightening their grip on the fabric. Against their will their eyes flashed red for a moment, and this startled Potter. At this point he was in a hurry and was too afraid to say no to the person who was still cursed with an anger curse, so he rushed out a yes, and together they climbed on one Thestral, and off to the Ministry they went.
Frisk honestly couldn’t remember most of the flight, or even how they got into the Ministry, all they knew was that this was their only chance to find their family. So when the group went into one door in the desperate search of Sirius, Frisk went through another with the hopes of finding out what happened to the souls of the Monsters in the Forbidden Forest.
What luck they must have had to have the first door they try be the home of many tanks of brains and a single yellow flower turned away from the door, and trapped behind a glass screen.