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HARRY POTTER: The Wedding

I have another idea for fem!Potter and Draco, and it would be their wedding. After the war, the tragedy, and everything they've endured, it'd be a once in a lifetime experience.

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"When this war is over, marry me."

"What? Draco, are you out of your mind?! We're still so young!"

"Life is unpredictable, Potter, and we might not get another chance. I said I'd make you mine and I meant every word."

"I must be so insane, someone might think I've been sent from St. Mungo's!" Harriet said out loud as she stood in the middle of the room while Molly and Narcissa fiddled with her dress.

"Stay still, Harriet dear," Molly commanded. "You're going to ruin my stitching."

Just as she pulled the strings if the dress's bodice, Harriet heaved in a breath as if the life were being squeezed out of her.

"Too tight!"

"Oh, sorry, dear!" Molly quickly waved her wand and the strings loosened. "How's that?"

"Much better," Harriet sighed. "And quite comfortable, too."

Molly smiled as she continued to fiddle with the bodice, humming to herself as the long sleeves flared out into bells, while Narcissa measured the length of the skirt.

"My, my," Draco's mother smiled. "That's the perfect length. You can dance without having to worry about tripping over your feet."

The dress stopped at her ankles, the skirt flaring out everytime she twirled. The sleeves were lacey and see-through, while the bodice was simple but tasteful with bare shoulders. Pure white, Harriet looked like a snow angel. Narcissa began to style her hair, twisting half of it up in a plait shaped into a tiara while letting the rest fall down. Her hair had gotten longer since the war in rivulets of fine waves. Mollywas busy digging through jewelry, tossing any necklace or earrings that didn't look right back into their respective boxes.

"Oooh, what about this, Narcissa?" She held out a fine diamond necklace with a golden heart charm.

"Careful, Molly!" Narcissa snatched it from her hands. "Lucius got this for me for our second anniversary. But yes, this is the one."

She clipped it around Harriet's neck. Her eyes widened at how beautiful it was, stopping just above the dip between her breasts. Molly continued to rummage through Narcissa's jewelry, pulling out pairs of earrings.

"No, too simple. No, too dramatic."

"That's enough, Molly. She doesn't need earrings!" Narcissa commanded. The Weasley matriarch rolled her eyes as she walked back over to Harriet. Narcissa finished placing jeweled flowers throughout her hair, while Molly began to dust the girl's eyes with shadow and mascara. Simple but effective, and both women stepped back to admire the work they completed. Tears shown in Molly's eyes.

"Oh, Harriet," she dabbed at her eyes. "You look so magnificent."

A light rap on the door interrupted them. Turning around, Harriet's eyes widened when she noticed Lucius Malfoy's presence. He awas always sharply dressed in robes of black, and most of the time his hair was always down, white and long. He wasn't much different, but instead of a cloak, he wore a suit. The coat was shorter, and his white collared shirt was buckled at the neck with a gold medallion. To Harriet, he looked more of an aristocrat rather than the father of the groom, only noticing his arms carried stuff as he shut the door.

"It's almost time," he told them. "The guests are out in the backyard. May I have a word with the bride before we head out?"

Narcissa nodded and ushered Molly out of the dressing room. Molly gave Harriet a huge smile and blew a kiss before closing the door behind them. Lucius turned around, taking a moment to gaze at Harriet in her wedding dress. The dress wasn't as extravagant or austentatious as others, but the silk and lacing twirled along with her every time she moved. His wife's necklace stood out the most, as well as the silver bejewed flowers lined through the braid around the crown of her head. Her hair flowed down her shoulders, and her makeup consisted of brown eyeshadow and mascara, giving her eyes a slight winged effect.

"My, my," he smirked. " You look..."

Even he had no words. Harriet could see the way his eyes shifted over her, a silent approval that meant Narcissa and Molly outdid themselves. Clearing his throat, he untucked a box from his arms.

"It came in just this morning."

Harriet unwrapped a black ribbon around the box, and her eyes widened. She'd never seen a bouquet so intricate and beautiful. Wrapped tightly in silk, the center of the daisies crystalized and the petals twinkled, a white ribbon square in the center. Gulping, she hissed in a breath as tears threatened to leak from her eyes.

"I'm NOT throwing this at the reception."

There was another knock on the door just as Harriet slipped on a pair of kitten heels gifted to her by Hermione. Lucius opened the door and Minerva McGonagall poked her head in through the door.

"The guests are here in backyard. You look beautiful, Harriet."

Nodding, she watched as McGonagall excused herself. Closing the door, Lucius straightened out his back and turned to Harriet with a saccharine smile, along with that eloquent look crossing his eyes she knew so well.

"So, shall we, my dear?"

Harriet gulped, her chest tightening. This was it, she was going to marry Draco Malfoy, the same arrogant boy she first met at Hogwarts, who had equally arrogant parents. That was until she learned more about them, their affliation with the Dark Arts and playing double agent and living with them. It took awhile for Draco to earn her trust and love, but somehow they persevered up to this moment.

She took Lucius's arm as he lead her out of the room. His cane knocked against the floor as they walked together. Her fingers felt slippery as she held onto him, forcing her to wipe them on the skirt of her dress.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I'm just a bit nervous."

"You're a Malfoy now, Potter," Lucius said. "It's time to embrace it."

"Were you nervous when you married Narcissa?" Harriet looked at him.

"I almost melted into a puddle."

They both chuckled as they came to the the doors leading to the massive gardens. Harriet tucked the bouquet close to her chest, gripping it tight. The doors opened, and sunlight filled the entire space. Outside, Harriet almost had a heart attack at the number of guests that arrived.

Hermione, Ron, the entire Weasley family, Neville and his grandmother, Seamus Finnigan and his family, Luna Lovegood with her father, Professor McGonagall, Professor Trelawney, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Viktor Krump, Horace Slughorn, Dean Thomas, and many others she knew were there. Draco and his family had many loved ones as well. While Harriet smiled widely as they passed down the aisle, a small frown formed.

Sirius Black, Albus Dumbledore, Professor Lumpin, Tonks, Cedric Diggory, Professor Snape and Dobby were not sitting amongst the crowd, nor were her parents. She thought they'd be the ones to give her away, James dancing with her and watching her get married. She looked down at the floor just as Lucius tugged her arm.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, uh...I just wish everyone that died were here to see this."

"They live inside you, darling. They'd be happy for you, as I am."

They came to a halt in the aisle. It was beautiful weather, the air none too cold nor worm. The sun was bright in a cloudy blue sky, and in front was a beautiful alter decorated in many colorful roses. Hermione, Ginny, and Luna stood on Harriet's side carrying bridesmaid bouquets, while Ron and Goyle stood along Draco's side. And in front of them all, awaited her future husband.

Draco was just as handsome as she remembered. He wore a fine suit taylored with black ruffles in the coat, a white shirt and tie, and hair was trimmed along the edges to give him a more manly appearance. His silver eyes danced on Harriet when they spotted her, and his breath hitched in his throat. He was not allowed to even sneak a peek at her, but now that she was here before him, all of that no longer mattered.

"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen," a voice carried through the crowd. Harriet and Draco stopped admiring each other to listen to a wizard wearing priest's robes.

"Today is a marvelous day as we are here to gather in celebration of a union between two yearning souls: Draco Malfoy of House Slytherine, and Harriet Potter of House Gryffindor, slayor of the Dark Lord and champion to all."

A light applause past through the crowd as the minister continued.

"If there is anyone who has concerns as to why these two shouldn't wed, speak or hold your peace before the Lord."

Nobody spoke.

"Who is here to give the lady to Mr. Malfoy here?"

"Lucius Malfoy, father of the groom."

Harriet stepped up to the podium, smiling at Draco. She offered her free hand, interlacing her fingers with his as they faced the minister.

"As you know, marriage is a covenant..."

He spoke the traditional wedding speech, following Draco and Harriet's vows and I-Do's.

"Draco Malfoy, do you take this woman as your wife? To hold and to love until death do you part?"

Draco squeezed Harriet's hand with a triumphant smile. "I do."

"And do you, Harriet Potter, take this man as your husband? To hold and to love until death do you part?"

Harriet swallowed a lump in her throat. She was nervous up until this point, because she'd never considered getting married to someone like Draco. She thought about Ron and Hermione, how Ron was much kinder when he was younger, while Draco had that arrogant and ruthless streak that turned her away from even the slightest possibility of friendship.

Then Voldemort appeared and she was forced to live with the Malfoys under the orders of Dumbledore. They took care of her and treated her like a part of the family, and she warmed up to Draco and saw he truly cared for her. She no longer imagined her home as Privet Drive.

"I do."

Draco's smile widened as they both turned back to the minister.

"Wonderful. I know we did not provide any speeches for this moment, so it is by the power invested in me and God himself, that you may be blessed with a life of eternal love and peace. May God be with you both. You may now kiss the bride!"

In one swift move, Draco lifted Harriet into his arms and kissed her. It was a passionate kiss, lapping her mouth and tasting every inch of her palate. When they pulled back, Harriet's cheeks were rosy and her lips were swollen, but she smiled down at him. Everyone clapped and rose from their seats. Fred and George whistled loudly, and before people knew it, the twins mounted their broomsticks.

Each of them threw their Whiz-Bang fireworks in the sky, setting off many beautiful displays. Draco and Harriet watched as one of them turned into a sparkling portrait of them on their brooms.

After the show ended, it was time for the reception. Every guest was ushered into a large tent, and the decorations were large and beautiful. Elegant silver owls stood as centerpieces for the table, two pillars of snakes from Slytherin represented the table for the wedding party. A stage stood at the far corner of the room, many instruments displayed.

Food was served right away. It was such a large variety that everyone got a helping of their choice, from steak and vegetables to soups and many desserts. A large wedding cake decorated in black and white was on a wheel cart closely guarded.

"Excuse me, my guests!" Lucius announces to the crowd. Everyone silences as he steps into the middle of the floor.

"First of all, I'd like to say congratulations to our happy couple tonight. It has not been an easy couple of years, but we can all agree that the worst evil is behind us, and today we can move forward. To the lovely groom and bride!"

An outbreak of applause carried through the tent.

"Now, will the groom please escort his bride to the floor? Tonight we have, to your musical pleasure, the Weird Sisters."

An even louder applause broke out amongst the younger crowd before Lucius cleared his throat. Harriet and Draco waltzed into the middle of the floor as Lucius stepped to the side announcing the bride and groom dance.

A slow song, full of classical instruments and a low medolic man's singing voice, echoed through the tent. Draco slid his hand from around to her back down to her waist, stopping at her bottom. Harriet squeaked when he gave it a good pinch. Nobody noticed as he twirled her in his arms.

They were like ocean waves, flitting across the floor. Just like the Yule Ball, everyone watched in fascination as the pair danced. Harriet could hear whispers amongst some of the guests, but she paid them no mind, focused too much on her husband.

Her dress flared out before her with each twirl, switching arms with Draco as he spun her. It was a waltz of sorts, and Draco caught her as she shuffled back into him. He lifted her in his arms and twirled her, earing OOHs and AAHs from the crowd.

The crescendo of the singer's passionate voice echoed onstage, and soon, Draco dipped her toward the floor, lifting her in his arms and kissing her before the crowd. When the song ended, a crescendo of applause from a standing ovation started when they bowed.

"Give it up for the bride and groom!" Myron Wagtail, lead singer of the Weird Sisters, boomed into his mic before Lucius could speak.

"If you both could please stay on the dancefloor and the parents join her, we have a special song for their dance.

Harriet froze. She forgot all about it, but her parents had been deceased for years and there was no way that could happen. Yet, Narcissa and Lucius stepped onto the floor. Narcissa took her son's hands while Lucius offered his out for Harriet.

"May I?"

Harriet nodded. His hands were a bit rougher than Draco's, but nonetheless each of them stood in position. When another song started to play, Harriet was careful to avoid his feet. To her surprise, Lucius was just as graceful as his son. He was moving slow so she could catch up.

Narcissa's silver ball gown swished as Draco spun, switching from one hand to another. When they danced, Lucius repeated his wife's moves with Harriet. By the time it ends, everyone claps and cake is served.

Draco and Harriet have a bit if fun smudging icing on their noses before feeding everyone vanilla and strawberry flavored cake. The Weird Sisters play a set that involves a rendition of a popular Muggle song: 'Wobble' by V.I.C.

"I requested it," Harriet winks at Draco, who is surprised but amused. "Coming, husband?"

The dance floor is packed as the line-dance plays. It's easy to learn, and even Narcissa is teamed up on by Harriet and Draco to join the crowd.

"Oh, no, I possibly couldn't!" she frowns.

"C'mon, Narcissa," Harriet crosses her arms. "I thought the Malfoys were fearless."

"It's ok, my love," Draco perks up, shrugging. "I guess this means Mum isn't as brave as you and I are."

Narcissa rolled her eyes with a smile. "Oh, alright."

She joins them and the party is in full swing. Everyone is dancing, talking, and enjoying the Weird Sisters play. Harriet catches up with Ron and Hermione before she is interrupted by Luna and Xenophilius.

"Congratulations, Harriet," Luna smiles. "You look lovely."

"Thank you, Luna," Harriet smiled. She sees Xenophilius smile as well, but his mouth doesn't reach his eyes. When Luna excuses herself to get dessert, Harriet takes her father aside to speak.

"I'm so sorry, Harriet," Xenophilius frowns. "I-my daughter-"

"You were only trying to get her back," Harriet nods. "You didn't do it to betray us. You were just a desperate father."

"She's the only one I have after her mother died. I couldn't-"

"I would have done the same if it were someone I loved...like my husband."

She turns around to see Draco laughing and drinking with Hermione and Ron, shocking her to see that he was getting along so well with them. Now she understood how Xenophilius felt when Luna was taken.

"My husband is everything to me, too. He's family, and we never turn our backs on family."

Xenophilius's eyes widened as Luna came back and ushered him toward the dessert table. With another glance over his shoulder, a smile started to spread just as he disappeared. Yawninf, Harriet stretched her sore muscles and looked down at her feet. The heels Hermione bought her were starting to ache, and she sat at an empty table to unclip them.

"Ow!"

"Are you all right, my dear?" Harriet's eyes fell upon Lucius as he sat next to his daughter-in-law.

"My feet are killing me in these heels." She rubbed the soles of her feet. "I'm actually very tired."

Lucius checked the time on his watch and gasped. "My goodness! Yes, you and Draco should be getting to bed now. Go along, Narcissa and I'll take care of everyone."

Harriet thanked him as she carried her heels and drug her feet toward Draco, who saw she was incredibly exhausted. Looking around, he escorted her through the tent and toward the mansion. They could still hear the music and crowds loud cheers, but tonight was more than what they could handle.

Once inside their room, Harriet stretched out as she dropped her shoes near the door. Draco slid his suit jacket off and sighed happily.

"What a night," he turned around. "Now, why don't we-"

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Harriet waving her wand. She was cleaning off her face of the makeup, the jeweled flowers in her hair, and unbraiding it to allow it to freefall down her shoulders. He'd never seen her work so meticulously.

"What?" She caught him staring, a seductive smile tugging her lips. "Did you really think I'd let us skip out on the most important moment tonight?"

"Oh?" Draco smirked. "And what would that be?"

Harriet licked her lips and flicked her wand once more, untying the strings and loosening the front of her gown.

"Muggles call it the wedding night."

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HARRY POTTER: Harriet and Draco's Family

I'm currently reading the fifth book, and this gives me an idea of how Draco and his family would take care of Umbridge if she were at school. Fem!Harry Potter based! It is a long one

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The only ones who would know about Harriet staying with the Malfoys would be Ron, Hermione, and the staff within Hogwarts who knew about the deal arranged between Lucius and Dumbledore. When she'd go back to Hogwarts, she'd be in for a surprise to see Dolores Umbridge as her new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

She is not a big hit with anyone, especially Harriet and her friends. Draco and his group of "friends" still have to pretend to be on Harriet's bad side, but in private, they meet to discuss what's happening.

When Harriet gets detention for speaking over Umbridge, Draco is furious when he sees I mustn't tell lies deep within her hand. The wound is raw, dried blood cracking through the reddened wound. When he spots her hand, he drags her away from her friends, across the Hogwarts halls, and down into an abandoned room.

"Draco, please," she hisses at him. "It's noth-"

"Nothing? Nothing?!" He demands. Harriet freezes when she hears how dangerous his voice is, similar to his father's when he is angry. He shakes her hand in front of her face so close that her glasses edge off the tip of her nose.

"This isn't nothing, Potter," he snaps. "Umbridge has a hold over you, and she'll do anything to make sure you stay in her line, not Dumbledore."

"Ok, ok," Harriet's voice is calmer. "I'm sorry."

Draco yanks her in his arms, cups her face, and kisses the scar on her forehead. The irritation and aches it experiences after Harriet senses danger immediately disappears whenever she feels his lips on her. The tingling disappeared as he pulled back, smirking at her.

"Someone has to keep you in line," he drawls. "So when you're finally mine, I can show you just how much you have an effect on me."

"Who said I belonged to you?" Harriet narrows her eyes, though Draco notices a small smile gracing her lips. Draco couldn't get a word in as someone cleared their throat. Turning around, they stiffened when they saw the outline of Lucius Malfoy in his Death Eater's robes.

The sight of him has always intimidated Harriet, although she was used to him being a spy. He played his part well, almost too well, which made her wonder at times if he was truly on her side at all. Whenever he came home, though, he'd always have something to report. Lucius nor his wife were members of the Order, rather being on their own for the sake of protecting their family, and in her case, Harriet herself.

"What happened?" Lucius demanded, glaring at his son. "Why are you not in class, Draco?"

"Umbridge, Father. Look!"

"Draco, please, don't." Harriet's words fall on deaf ears.

Involuntarily, Draco seized her wrist and flung it in front of Lucius. Lucius's eyes scanned the fresh set of words imbedded in her flesh. His brows slightly rose, but his face remained impassive as if it were stone. Tsking, he shook his head and gently clasped her hand within his.

"My, my..." Lucius smirked. "Temper, temper, my dear."

He uncapped his won from his cane, waved it above the wound, and instantly the words faded, replaced with newly healed skin. Harriet turned her wrist around, eyes widening as if she'd never received a detention from Umbridge since the first incident. Draco smiled in relief at his father, while Lucius's eyes remained on the young Potter girl.

"It'd be wise to keep your head down, Potter," Lucius told her. "Do NOT get on her bad side, and for God's sake, keep your temper in check."

"I'll try," Harriet hesitantly agreed through gritted teeth.

"You won't try," Lucius growled. "You'll be obedient and follow every rule that old prat throws out. If she tells you what to do, you will follow her orders, even if you have to smile through it. Understand?"

Draco's lips frowned as he gazed at Harriet, who almost wanted to smart back, but the more she thought about it, the more it seemed pointless. Dolores Umbridge was a high ranking member of the Ministry of Magic, and even if she wanted to fight her as much as she could, she'd always have power over her that she couldn't defeat. The only thing she could do was feebly nod at Lucius.

"Excellent," Lucius smiled. "Now get going. I won't show up to save you again."

He disappeared in a thick wave of black mist. Harriet gasped, backing away as if she were slapped in the face by dark magic. Draco balanced his hands on her shoulders, noticing how on edge she became. Suddenly, her scar started to throb uncomfortably. She hissed, rubbed her forehead, and sighed.

"I'll remind him not to do that," Draco growled in frustration.

"It isn't his fault," Harriet shook her head. "I just feel so weak from this."

"We ought to get back," Draco reminded her. "We can't draw attention."

They decided to separate in a hall so as to not be seen by the other Slytherin students. Draco reenacted his arrogant attitude towards Harriet and her friends, though threw subtle hints that only the three of them understood. When Dumbledore's Army practices in the Room of Requirement, Harriet informs him through a series of secret parchments she slips him by pretending to "bump" into him between classes.

Draco wrote to her: I am in Umbridge's Inquisitional Squad to ensure order at behest of my mother. I am trying to keep Umbridge at bay, but do NOT involve yourself in this matter. Keep at your lessons.

Her heart lept at this note. She wanted to make sure Draco did not betray any slight knowledge of her activities outside Hogwarts, but to her surprise, he remained calm and collected every time they passed each other.

Quidditch was just as competitive. When the Slytherins and Gryffindors insulted one another, Harriet and Ron barely managed to hold George Weasley back from attacking Marcus Flint who makes a jab at the Weasleys. Draco stands back as they deal with their little tussle until McGonagall and Hooch intervene. No surprise to them, Harriet is banned from Quidditch for life, even though she and Ron tried to stop the fight from happening.

"Go with it." Draco reminds her away from the team out of the stadium.

Ron and Harriet are bummed, but they understand why Draco tells them this. They keep to their DA meetings, although the warning they received from Draco keeps them on their toes.

Their spells in the Defense Against the Dark Arts are growing more and more. Harriet keeps everyone in check, and Ron and Hermione do a fantastic job practicing. Everyone gets Expelliarmus and the patronus spell down.

Draco keeps tabs on the Room of Requirements through communications that only he and Harriet know how to use. Everything goes well, up until April when Dumbledore's Army is betrayed.

Draco understands this and tries to rush to the room to warn them, until Crabbe and Goyle stop him along with Umbridge, well unaware of his true intentions.

"There you are, Draco," Umbridge says ever-so-sweetly. "A little bird told us what good ol' Harriet Potter is up to. Shall we go?"

"Shit," his insides are pierced as if he were thrown out of a glass window. "I'm sorry, Harriet."

"Perhaps I should go myself," he suddenly brings up. "Let me bring Harriet to you."

Umbridge blinks at him, surprised by his sharp tone with her.

"I'll take care of her, madam. Believe me...she won't get away from me."

"Why, Draco," Umbridge smiles wide. "If you insist. I'll be waiting in my office."

She and the Inquisition Squad turn away, and Draco rushes to the room. He's forced to enter through the door, and to his relief, the only one's to show up are Harriet, Ron, and Hermione.

"Don't let anyone in," he warns them. "Umbridge knows about the DA! She wants Potter in her office...NOW!"

Harriet, Ron, and Hermione are stunned at this news. They've made sure to keep everything as strictly planned and secret as possible, and now that someone knew...Harriet has no time to ponder as Draco grabs her arm and drags her out of the room.

"Listen to me," he clutches her shoulders. "Umbridge will NOT go easy this time, Harriet. She will pull out all of her tools, all of her spells, and you won't like the outcome."

"Let her," Harriet growled. "I'm not afraid to stand by what's right."

Draco growls. "You stupid, brave girl..."

He kisses her forehead. "Let's go."

By the time they reach Dumbledore's office, Harriet halts when they see Umbridge, Cornelius Fudge, John Dawlish, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. Draco marches inside with Harriet, giving Dolores a triumphant smile.

"Here she is," he tells her, shoving Harriet to the floor "Surrendered without a fight."

"Thank you, Draco," Umbridge smiles. "You may go."

Draco's smug smile faded as he glared at her indignantly. He turned on his heels and marched down the steps, blinking twice at Harriet's direction. Two blinks, Harriet inhaled through her nose, two blinks meant that she needed to keep calm and leveled. Rising to her feet, she nodded at them.

"Is this true, Dumbledore?" Fudge asks. "You put together an army to defy the Ministry?"

Dumbledore smiles. "Yes, it is true."

Harriet gasps and rushes forward, but is forced to stay put by an invisible force. She struggles in her binds, but cannot fight it. Had Draco hexxed her not to interfere?

"No," Harriet shakes her head. "No, no...it was me! I-"

She can't let Dumbledore take the fall, she can't! Dumbledore smirks at the Ministry, winking toward Harriet. She was trying to scream, to take the fall, but it was as if her throat and lips had been superglued.

"Dawlish, Shacklebolt, escort Dumbledore to Azkhaban to await trial."

Harriet's lips struggled to form words. "No!"

"Ah, so you have the idea that I'll come willingly to Azkhaban. Clearly..."

He smiled again at Harriet. "It'd be in my best interest to go quietly."

"Enough of this!" Umbridge snaps. "Take him!"

But Fawkes the phoenix beats them to it, and with his help, Dumbledore vanishes in a fiery storm. The light blinds them all, so much that no one notices Harriet being jerked out of the room and out in the halls. Grunting, Harriet tries to fight it, only to fall to the ground when she is finally released.

"So sorry!" A woman's voice perks in her ears. "That was entirely my fault, darling."

Narcissa Malfoy pockets her wand and helps Harriet to her feet. As always, the matriarch of Malfoy manor is impeccably dressed, adorned in the finest dress, heels, and jewelry. She dusts off her clothes.

"Narcissa?" Harriet is in disbelief. "You...you?!"

"I had a feeling you'd try to take the fall," she chuckles.

"Dumbledore!" Harriet panicks. "He...he's in trouble! The Ministry..."

"We know," Narcissa nods. "We've received word from Draco."

"He needs help," Harriet exclaimed. "He's innocent! I'm the one they want."

"Now, Harriet," Narcissa smiles. "We can't have that."

"Dumbledore's more important!" Harriet tries to leave, but she's frozen in place by another flick of Narcissa's wand.

"I'm afraid not," Narcissa sighed. "You're needed here, and I'm here to ensure you remember that well, Potter."

Harriet struggled in her invisible binds until she realized she was fighting a losing battle. Before long, she went limp and slumped to her knees.

"You are helping him by staying," Narcissa slid her arms underneath her, pulling her to her feet. "That is final. You cannot change his mind."

Harriet sighed. Suddenly, her scar became irritated once more, making her wince and rub her forehead.

Narcissa cupped her face in one hand and waved her wand above the scar, ceasing its throbbing. "Go back to your dorm and keep your head low. Do everything Umbridge says."

Harriet stumbles away, guilt knawing at her insides. She needed to tell someone, but if Dumbledore did not want her to, she had never felt so hopeless. Before long, her time at Hogwarts passes under Umbridge's strict regime. However, with Fred and George's successful rebellion to drive Umbridge out of Hogwarts, she, Ron, and Hermione find out about Sirius's captivity.

Harriet uses this opportunity to sneak a meeting with Draco in the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh, Draco," she wraps her arms around him. "I'm so afraid. He's the only family I have left!"

"No," Draco tells her. "You have me, you understand? We'll get through this together."

Harriet stares into his eyes, and for a moment, nods. "Together."

They stare at one another, and in this moment, Harriet allows herself to be vulnerable in her feelings. She closes her eyes as Draco kisses both cheeks, the scar, and pecks at her lips. It's the most intimate moment they've shared. No longer being able to contain herself, she thrusts herself in his arms and kisses him passionately.

Darkness and light clash against one another, so much so that it forces her to pull apart in immense pain. She screams, holding her forehead.

"No!" Harriet hisses. "This can't be."

"What is it?"

"Voldemort..." Harriet gasps. "He's hurting Sirius! I have...I have to save him!"

They go back to Hogwarts and gather Ron, Hermione, Luna, Ginny and Neville. Draco stays behind due to his family's plan, and they rush to the Ministry of Magic to save Sirius. Unfortunately, the room they end up in is not his prison cell, rather a room filled with millions of glass spheres with swirling smoke.

"What is this?" Neville looked around, confused.

"I'm...I'm not sure," Harriet started gazing around.

"The prophecy. Take the prophecy."

Prophecy? Memories flash before her eyes, from her and Dumbledore talking about Trelawney's prophecy about her and Voldemort. She rushes around until she finds it: it was shining brightest of all. She gulped, grabbed it, and noticed a woman's swirling face.

"I have it!" She sprinted back to her friends. "I think we need this to find Sirius."

They're about to start looking when a woman's cackle brings them to a halt. She appears before them in a mess of tangled curls, smiling widly.

"You foolish girl!" It's Bellatrix Lestrange. "Thinking Sirius is here! It was only a trap!"

"A trap?" Harriet growls. "Then why did Voldemort lure me here?"

"Obviously to kill you!" Bellatrix cackles. "Allow me!"

Soon they're surrounded by many Death Eaters, and at once everyone starts to fight. Spells are thrown at one another, and by the time they reach the middle of the room, where the young wizards are surrounded.

Fortunately, Sirius and the Order comes to save them all. Harriet, fueled by emotion, hugs her godfather as everyone makes their escape. Sirius leads Harriet to the middle of the floor, intending on making her escape. Unfortunately, to Harriet's horror, Bellatrix kills him with with the Killing Curse.

Sirius stands frozen, staring at his body before his spirit is lifted. Harriet is screaming for him, reaching for his hand desperate to catch him.

"No...NOOOOO!"

Bellatrix cackled with glee as she saw the poor girl trying her best to rescue him. Before long, two powerful arms grabbed Harriet's shoulder and thrusted her into the air.

"SIRRIIUUUUS!!!!!" Harriet bellowed through heaving sobs. She had no idea how she returned out of the ministry, but she was already trying to run back, desperate to rescue her godfather.

"SIRIUS! SIRIUS!"

"Harriet!" A man's voice echoed. "HARRIET!"

"Huh?!" The haze cleared from her mind, causing her to look around. Two strong arms were wrapped around her, her head pressed against a leathery, muscular chest. Looking up, she noticed it was a man wearing Death Eater's cloaks. She wriggled in their arms, trying to break free. No, no! She was not going to die, not here...

"It's me!" Lucius quickly removed his mask. Gasping, Harriet stopped her squirming. Her chest heaved with hoarse, mangled moans.

"You're safe," Lucius assured her. "Dumbledore's taking care of Voldemort."

"S-Sirius..." Harriet rasped. Growing limp, her arms dropped to her sides. She did not know where Lucius had taken her, and she did not care. Her godfather was gone, the one who Lily and James saught for her to take her in, oh Gods, poor Sirius! More sobs shook from her chest as she trembled in Lucius's arms.

"Come now," Lucius guided her with his hands on her shoulders toward the unknown, mind clouded with grief and vengeance. Harriet whimpered into the jacket of his robes, glasses tipping on the bridge of her nose as they walked.

When he opened a door to a room, Harriet realized they were back in Dumbledore's office. She slumped to her knees, her legs finally giving out after the battle.

"Sirius...he...he..."she hissed in a gurgled breath. "He can't be gone."

"I'm sorry, my dear."

Harriet closed her eyes and continued to sob. She lost another soul important to her, another one who died saving her from Voldemort. Lucius held her tight as the doors opened, revealing the figures of Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape. The three of them paused when they saw the Malfoy patriarch holding Harriet in his arms.

"Lucius," Dumbledore was not surprised. "You brought her back."

"You think the poor girl would rather be back there with You-Know-Who?" Lucius demanded with an eyeroll.

Gasping for breath, Harriet's throat felt painfully swollen from all the sobbing. Her head ached, her eyes were sore, and she was so tired. The only saving grace was that Lucius did not release her from his embrace.

"I'll be taking Potter back to her dorm," Lucius informed them. "She's been through too much and she needs rest."

Before anyone could say anything, he already disappeared with her. They appeared inside the Gryffindor common room.

Harriet coughed as she settled on the couch. Tears streaked her cheeks as she broke into another sobbing fit. Lucius tsked and cupped her face in his hand. He took off her glasses, followed by a handkerchief to dry her eyes. Harriet winced at how he swiped it under her eyes and across her lids, using his wand to heal the dull ache her scar gave away.

"He's gone," she whispered. "He's gone."

Lucius remained silent as her lids grew heavy when she sunk on the couch into a dreamless sleep. He stayed there for several minutes, rubbing her back in gentle strokes. The portrait opened, and Ron and Hermione came stumbling inside. They stopped dead when they saw Draco's father on the couch with their friend.

"Oh, Harriet," Hermione lamented as they walked over. However, Lucius raised his hand to halt them.

"She's asleep," he mentioned. "Do not wake her."

He got up off the couch just as Harriet stirred on the couch. Ron and Hermione watched as he unsheathed his wand from his cane.

"Keep watch over her," he reminds them. "She'll need you now more than ever."

He disappears in a cloud of black smoke. The semester drags on, and by the time everything settles down, news of Voldemort's return spreads through the wizarding community, and the public's opinion of Harriet changes.

Harriet once more returns to the Malfoy mansion, where she is greeted by Draco first. He hoists her in the air, wrapping her legs around his waist as if he thought it'd be their last hug.

"Are you ok?" he's frantic. "I'm so sorry about your godfather."

"I know," Harriet sighs. "Thank you."

He helps her with her things to her room, where a new set of sheets are prepared on the bed. Hedwig swoops through the window and purches on the sill.

"Dinner will be ready in an hour," Draco informs her. "Would you like to join us? Of course, if you need to-"

"Yes," Harriet says at once. "Please. Don't leave me alone."

Draco smiles. "Never."

From the tone of his voice, Harriet knows that with her mind and heart set on Voldemort's defeat, they might have the chance to overcome any evil and any obstacle.

#fem harry potter #draco malfoy #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #the order of the phoenix

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