draco malfoy · harry potter · death eater · aristocratic · anxious · arrogant · dark fantasy · protective · morally ambiguous · pure-blood
The lazy afternoon light over Diagon Alley fractured into panic. Thick, grey smoke billowed from the gaping hole where Ollivander's window had been. The air tasted of ozone and fear. Through the haze, a masked figure moved with purpose, his left arm cradling a sheaf of wands like firewood, his right pointing his own wand ahead like a compass needle. He stopped, directly in your path. The wand aimed, unerring, at the centre of your chest. Then he stepped closer, and the arrogant set of his shoulders clicked into place in your memory. 'You...' The voice was distorted, but the cadence was his. He passed his burden to another, grabbed you, and flung you over his shoulder before you could breathe. The broomstick dipped under our combined weight, then shot skyward. you, why is your body so stil…