okay but like think about if drarry was a thing before the golden trio kiddos went hunting horcruxes and draco went with them– yes i know this has been talked about before– and the snatchers still brought them to malfoy manor. firstly, without draco’s gay ass there to identify him, nobody can be sure it’s actually harry.
secondly… lucius and narcissa immediately recognizing their son, even if hermione put a stinging jinx on him or not. they know it’s draco, and narcissa can’t bite back her sobs, and lucius is staring at him like he’s never seen him before– everyone in the room can tell this isn’t because lucius is pretending not to recognize draco to protect him. no, he honestly never suspected his son would switch sides, honestly never recognized the good in him.
and when lucius says ‘draco’ in that warning tone that he knows so well, and draco growls ‘go to hell,’ narcissa loses all hope of not crying. she’s been crying since they got here, since she recognized her son, but there’s no hope of stopping now. not for a long time.
she expects them to kill her son soon, she’s prepared to beg for them to kill her first, but what she doesn’t expect? she doesn’t expect her own sister to point her wand at her nephew and scream ‘crucio!’
hermione screams, begging bellatrix to stop, because even if she hated draco from eleven to sixteen, he’s her friend now, and she can’t stand to watch her friend going through this pain.
ron’s struggling even more now, because even if he wont say it out loud, he’s friends with the ferret.
the chandelier bursts into a million pieces, the windows shatter, and every single one of the death eaters is fuckin THROWN against the wall.narcissa, ron, hermione, draco and harry are the only ones standing, completely unharmed by the flying glass. ron, hermione and narcissa are all staring at harry in AWE and draco’s on the floor, gasping harry’s name over and over again.
and then narcissa is rushing to her son, kneeling next to him, trying to get him to sit up, calling house elves to get him soup and water and trying to pick him up so he can get to bed.
but harry takes draco into his own arms, and says ‘i don’t know how long they’ll be asleep, and we can’t risk them calling voldemort here.’ narcissa’s staring at him in disbelief, and hermione takes over. ‘mrs. malfoy, we’ll take containers of soup and water for him, and i promise he’ll get the rest he needs, but harry’s right, we need to go.’
it takes a couple of minutes, but narcissa agrees, and harry tells her to go to the wall and pretend she was knocked out too. she tells them about luna being in the dungeon, because she’s been against imprisoning a child from the beginning and if there’s a chance they can get luna out, she’s taking it. narcissa casts a glamour over herself to make it look like the glass hit her, and goes to slump next to her husband. the kiddos get all the soup and such, and hurry down to get luna and the others out of the dungeon, before apparating to the beach house.
and then harry spends days attending to draco’s every need, even though draco repeatedly insists that he’s fine.
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