A/N: Takes place during book 5 of HP, only when they went to save Sirius Harry was captured and there he met Hydra Malfoy.
A/N: I did a similar fanfiction with another character, however that fanfiction has been completely abandoned because I have written it several hundred ways and I just can't seen to get it right! So, that story is done, over with. This one was just a short one-shot that came with the idea that Lucius did have a daughter.
Also, please be nice and review weather you liked it or not! If its constructive criticism I will accept it, however if it is a flame I will ignore you or laugh at you. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Hydra Malfoy and these words I write. The name Malfoy and all other Harry Potter related things belong to JKRowling, Buffy characters belong too Joss.
She’d been there for years, he’d been there for months. She was a witch turned muggle after running away from her family. He was a wizard who wanted nothing more than to be able to embrace death with open arms. The two shared only one thing in common- Lucius Malfoy. He may have worn the Death Eater uniform but they would both know his voice, no matter how long time had passed, no matter what covered his face they would always know the voice of Lucius Malfoy.
For the older man had formed a bond between them; Harry Potter and Hydra Malfoy were companions both on the verge of death. Harry had admired her, when punishments came she never screamed. He had tried to follow her lead, tried to deny them the satisfaction of having the knowledge that they were causing him pain but it was too much to bare. He had screamed long and hard, until he couldn’t scream anymore. During that time, Hydra had comforted him, told him that she too had screamed the first time.
Years… He couldn’t imagine the pain that had to bring. She’d lived here, in this hell hole while he’d been at school complaining about having the burden of saving the wizarding world. He didn’t know how good he had it, not until he was thrust into this hell.
He wanted very much to be with Ron and Hermione- to be laughing and playing Quidditch and fighting with Malfoy for saying something rude to Hermione. He wanted to be with his friends, and he wanted to be a boy again. He knew though, he knew that things would never be the same. He saw things differently know. Hydra had helped give him a good perspective on life. They wouldn’t like this knew version of him, they’d be scared because he wasn’t a boy anymore. With his pain, he could never be a boy again, other wise he’d break.
“You’re brooding.” Hydra said, breaking Harry out of his thoughts.
“What?” he asked startled.
“You’re brooding.” She repeated, raising her eyebrows.
“I am not.” He replied, rather childishly.
She only raised her eye brows.
“Alright, alright, I am. I do have a right too, you know.” There, he’d admitted it.
“So do I, but you don’t see me brooding.” She said.
“Yes, well good for you!” he snapped.
“Yelling at me will get you no where Harry, you should know that by now.”
Harry sighed, “I’m sorry.” His voice was softer, less harsh now.
“Quite all right.” She said, and the silence returned.
After about a half-hour of the silence Harry finally broke it by speaking.
“Will you tell me another story about your friends from Sunnydale?” he asked.
“If you’d like.” The story began, and Harry threw himself into it, hanging on to every word as she spoke about Vampire Slayers, Hell Mouth’s, Watchers, Key’s, Hell-Goddesses and everything that came with living by Buffy Summer’s side. Sometimes, Harry thought that these stories were the only things that kept him sane.