Draco’s world crumbled to pieces when he watched the Aurors surround his parents, taking them down with flashes of light without giving them a chance to follow on their own, leaving them in lumps on the ground.
He dropped to his knees and watched in shock as they were tied up and roughly shoved out of the way, his mother’s face scraping across the ground, to make some space for the other Aurors to arrive.
That was when he heard a massive roar behind him and a wave of magic hit the Aurors and threw them to the ground so fast they couldn’t even pull up a shield.
He stared as Potter made his way towards his parents, freeing his mother completely and loosening the bonds on his father so he could sit up again, before calling Granger over.
Draco watched in shock as Granger sat down next to his mother and touched her face with a small smile before healing the cuts and bruises the Aurors had caused a few moments ago. She helped her up and guided her away from there after his mother gave her a short nod.
It was only then that the Aurors decided to step in and stop them from doing so, but one look from Potter and they moved away and called for Kingsley, who instantly joined them.
Draco had no idea what was happening. Since the moment he had thrown his wand to Potter, he had lost the plot; he could only watch as Potter took down the Dark Lord, and now he was damned to watch how his parents were taken away from him before they’d come to take him too. They would take him to Azkaban where the Dementors already waited for him.
There was no one left to save him from the outfall of this.
