TW: blood/torture⚠️
Draco's POV:
My legs were shivering severely, it felt as if they were going to disappear into dust as I was currently the main source of attention.
What if they'll know I'm lying?
What if the potion wears off?
I mentally shook my head in attempt to regain my focus.
I hated the fact that I was so scared.
I felt pathetic.
Even in my last moments, I still loathed to seem weak.
Besides, even if I transform into my true self all of a sudden, that wouldn't be such a bummer.
I'm going to die either way.
My eyes flickered to where Voldemort was standing as I waited for something to occur.
"Harry Potter. The boy who lived, has come to die." He uttered, the tips of his musty, grey fingers were vaguely flickering around with his wand, as he continued.
"I hate to admit this, but Draco had certainly put quite the effort into his new task, it isn't that easy to lure and manipulate someone like you, Mr. Potter."
Somewhere deep in my subconscious was a voice assuring me that he's starting to suspect me.
I mean, he has a point. There's no way I could've tricked Harry that easily and quickly. Let's just hope none of them come to that conclusion just yet.
"Why don't you do us all a favour and just kill the filthy half-blood already? Or perhaps you'd like me to do the honours?" Of course it was Bellatrix. Her wicked, malevolent voice was probably audible to someone who was fifty miles away.
Voldemort briefly glanced at her, and then spoke.
"As inspiring as I find your blood lust, Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter."
And with that, he took one step forward, authorizing my eyes to lock with his.
For some frustrating reason, the shivers couldn't help but run down my spine as he was staring deeply into my soul, like he was inspecting every square inch of me.
As much as I attempted to calm my nerves, anxiety was layering slowly and intensely through my body.
I wasn't even sure why I had been still holding eye contact with him, because the longer he stared at me, the more suspicious he seemed.
And then it hit me.
The scar.
Harry Potter's famous scar.
I must've disregarded that the Polyjuice Potion doesn't work on things like the scratches or marks of the other person.
But it was too late now.
He knew.
And I'm screwed.
The moment in which he tore his devilish gaze from me, was when the excruciating pain began stinging throughout my whole body like kitchen knives, or even worse.
It's probably the Cruciatus Curse.
Everything occurred too quickly.
My trembling figure found company with the inhospitable ground as it jolted uncontrollably as a result of the agonising torture.
All that I could think about was the throbbing agony that flew throughout my entire body, how my limbs and organs felt like they were being ripped apart one by one.
Although I must admit, the feeling of physical torment was quite working as a distraction to all the emotional affliction in which I suffered from.
My senses began to weaken by the second, the only thing that was audible to my ears was my own muffled cries and yelps.
The Polyjuice Potion must have been worn off by now, that explains the gasps that came out of my mother's mouth, who stood watching in shock, in which I guess my father was too.
I wasn't clearly aware of my surroundings, although the colour red was pretty visible. It must be my blood.
And with that, I couldn't see the flowing redness all over myself and the place anymore, but instead I saw black.
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Harry:
'It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.'
My body jolted awake as I sat up on the bed, panting heavily for air like I was suffocating. It took me a while to calm myself and take in everything that had happened all at once.
That familiar voice, the one that I would hear every time I sleep or pass out, was in my dream today too.
However,
It wasn't just one simple phrase or a couple of words. This time, everything came rushing in chronological order through my brain.
And when I say everything, I mean everything.
The memories.
Professor Dumbledore.
I remember.
I remember all of it.
But, why? Why now?
"Harry." It wasn't until now when I realized that Hermione and Ron were sitting on the bed opposing mine.
"Harry, we'll explain everything later I promise. But tell us if you're okay first, how do you feel?" She asked softly as Ron nodded in agreement, his eyes held a glint of pity in them.
I opened my mouth a couple of times but nothing seemed to come out. I couldn't form the correct words. There was a lot on my mind.
"You need some time to let it all sink in, mate." Mumbled Ron.
"Wha- how- Hermione how did I get here? I was just- I was with-"
"With Draco. You were with Draco, Harry, I know." She cut me off as she watched the confusion plaster on my face.
"I think you should explain everything to him 'Mione. He has to know and decide whether he wants to make a move or not. I'll just be waiting outside." Spoke Ron as he sighed and got up from the bed.
This wasn't really helping, I felt severely befuddled. Make a move? What was that all about?
My eyes locked with Hermione's as I waited impatiently for her to speak up.
"Harry, do you know why all your lost memories had returned back all of a sudden?" She asked quietly.
I shook my head in a denying way as I tried to reminisce the last thing that had happened, but that wasn't necessary since Hermione began speaking.
"You were with Malfoy, and you passed out, am I correct?"
"I- yes- I think so. I'm having a hard time recalling what happened." I uttered.
"Polyjuice Potion, Harry." She stuttered warily.
"P-Polyjuice Potion? What about it?" I questioned raising a brow.
And she vented.
She explained it all.
Draco's plan, more like his death wish.
I couldn't move a muscle. My eyes were wide open and still fixed on Hermione as my breathing became more and more unsteady by the second.
I couldn't manage to let it all sink in yet. I was speechless.
But I knew one thing,
I had to get out of here, and it had to be now, before it's too late... to save him.