The Only Thing Left (DracoxReader)

READER POV:
Draco and his father came storming in, grabbing each other's shoulders and spiraling in anger, their faces a bright ride opposed to the usual pale white tone. Spit shot out of Lucius Malfoy's mouth like a sprinkler as he fought for control. It was odd seeing two blood supremacists fighting like muggles.
Bellatrix's attention was taken off of me for a quick moment as she watched the two fight.

"WELL ARE YOU JUST GOING TO LET THE BOY DEFEAT YOU?" She snapped.
I flinched because of the sudden noise. I opened my eyes the best I could and continued to watch. That was all I could do, just sit helplessly. I couldn't speak nor scream, I couldn't move, I couldn't even breathe properly.
Suddenly, a flash of blue light shot out of someone's wand. It practically blinded me due to my condition at the moment. A thud was heard and a bleach blonde boy in a black suit was laying on the cold floor. A slight whimper escaped my mouth.

"Get the boy out of here," Bella shooed.
Lucius pulled Draco off the floor and escorted him out.

"Now for our unfinished playtime," she said turning back to me.

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DRACO'S POV:

Knowing that I couldn't help (y/n) felt like 1,000 nails being jabbed into my spine. As much as I strived to protect her, it was no use. Bellatrix would still be after her every other day.

My father marched me out of the room, my limbs quivering, and the strength to fight back had perished. Our situations were now becoming parallel.
He shoved me onto a chair and held me in place by placing his hand on my shoulder. He pulled out a small snow globe-looking item that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand.

"Now boy, tell me what you see," My father said with outrage in his eyes.

This globe was a lot like the mirror of erised, only in the form of a, well, globe. The green-silver fog that swirled inside of the globe cleared and an image replaced it.

"I see...you, my mother, and I. We are...sitting in the family room... talking with our dearest friends," I managed to blurt out.

"Nonsense boy! Tell me the truth or I'll force it out of you."

"I am telling the truth," I said emotionless.
        My father lost his temper and grabbed a vial from a table pushed up against the wall.

"Drink up you lying git."
        There was no room for consent. He jerked my head upwards and poured the liquid into my mouth.

"Now I'll ask you again," he said, the bitterness slightly escaping through his tone of voice. "What do you see in this globe, Draco?"
         As much as I tried, I was no match for the potion.

"I see (y/n) and I. Far, far away from here. Still close to Hogsmeade though. There's a small home behind us, a stream too. It seems to be in a forest of some kind. A bright pretty forest, unlike the forbidden one. There are flowers and a garden. (Y/n) would adore that," I smiled just for a moment because I got to see her happy—perhaps for the last time.
          My father stood speechless. He didn't know what this meant and if I was being truthful, neither did I.
        He grabbed his wand from the table and fumed out of the room. It took me a moment to process what he was about to do. The second I understood, I ran out of the room with the little courage I still had in me.

"MOVE BELLA!" He shouted at her.
         Bellatrix turned around and my father yelled in hatred,

"OBLIVIATE!"

        A blue-white line was connected to the wand and the top of (y/n)'s head. I stood at the doorway, not knowing what I could do to stop him. My father's voice echoed in my head.
       After an eternity, my father lowered his wand and glared at me.

"Get rid of her, she won't recall you anyway."

         Bellatrix followed my father out of the room, slamming the door and cackling as she exited.

"BYE BYE!" She sneered.

          I rushed over to (y/n) and heaved her off the ground.

"THIS IS ALL MY FAULT," I sobbed over her. "I'M SORRY I COULDN'T HELP YOU! I SHOULD HAVE NEVER SAID ANYTHING THAT DAY IN DETENTION! PLEASE! FORGIVE ME!"
        She looked away, her eyes swollen and her arm still bleeding.

"WE CAN ESCAPE—DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO DO! PLEASE JUST STAY HERE WITH ME! PLEASE!" I shrieked. "(Y/N)!" I shook her. "DO YOU REMEMBER ME EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT?"
Her eyes fluttered open slightly more. My heart did backflips knowing she was listening.

"Save your tears, Draco."

"What?" I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.

"How could I forget a memory so powerful," (y/n) hiccuped. "No matter how hard your father tries, I'll be with you in the end."

"WE NEED TO GET YOU HELP!"

"Shh," she said with her finger over her mouth.
I frantically looked around the room and ran toward the vial cupboard.

"No, no, no, no," I said feeling all of the small glass bottles until I came across a purple one and a blue one.

"I'm going to have to try a few. I'm so sorry for this."
I first poured the blue one on her wounds. It obviously inflicted more pain because she squeezed her eyes shut and put her other hand over her mouth to prevent wailing.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry," I repeated, rapidly opening the purple vial. "Please let it be this one," I whispered to myself.
I poured a droplet of it and nothing happened.

"Oh come on."

She reached her hand out and I placed the open vial in her hand. She sprinkled more over her wound and in seconds, it sealed leaving no more than a red line across her arm.
I felt embarrassed that I didn't do it correctly.

"I'm going to need about 3 more," she pointed to her back.