Your Guardian Angel

Your Guardian Angel
Chapter Four: Draco's Plan
Author: Ristvakbaen
Author Notes: Okay. I lied...again. Here's chapter four ;D.


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Draco walked quickly down the cobble stoned path. His boots thumping in sync beneath him. He was carrying a small bag in his hands. He knew Rayn would be there and if he could get lucky, Iris would be as well. He wanted to meet up with the both of them again before tomorrow. It was a part of his perfect plan that he had spent all night planning. In order to go through with it, he had to know where they lived. It wasn’t raining but Draco could feel it in the air. A storm would be coming; he just hoped it wouldn’t ruin his plans.

“Over here, Sir Draco!”

He looked over. Beneath a large, flowering tree Ray sat it her mothers lap, doodling on a sheet of paper. Iris smiled warmly and he was amazed at how welcoming she was with him. “Hello, dear.” She ushered for him to sit down. “No thank you.” Rayn blinked, looking up at him immediately. “Sir Draco is not staying?”

”Not at the park. I have another idea, though. I’d love to take you and your Mother out for ice cream before it gets too dark.” He winked at the young girl. “I know a nice place and it isn’t all that far away from here.”

”ICE CREAM!”

”Oh, no…I just couldn’t let you do that.” Iris said, shaking her head slowly.

‘I want too. I can drive you home afterwards if it’s not too late.” Thankfully they had a Muggle car incase of emergencies. His mother had purchased it not that long ago and this was not the first time that it had come in handy. He smiled his most charming smile, hoping to win her over. It worked.

Iris caved. “Yes. Alright then.” Rayn squealed with glee, hoping out of her mother’s lap. “My car isn’t parked that far from here.” He said, helping them gather their belongings together. He then lifted Rayn into his arms, smirking.

”Can I get a sundae, Sir Draco?” Rayn asked.

”Anything as long as your Mother agrees. I’m buying.”

”Yay!”

He led Iris and Rayn out of the park and to the black car that was parked in front of their trail. “Here we go.” He opened the doors for the two, strapping in Rayn before seating himself in the front.

‘How far is it?” Rayn asked. “Five minutes, maybe less.” She chirped at his answer, contenting herself with gazing out the window of the small car.


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When Harry returned that afternoon he immediately went to Hermione to tell her what had happened at the joke shop earlier that morning. Ron had gone grocery shopping with Mrs. Weasley and he hadn’t come home by the time Harry got there. “So, he was buying shield and defense items?” Harry nodded. “It was probably just for himself, Harry. You know how Malfoy is.” Hermione reasoned, tossing a ball to him for him to catch. He did, absently tossing it back to her.

That was true. But it didn’t explain why he had bought two of everything. He voiced this to Hermione who shook her head. “No. Its not suspicious behavior at all. He probably just wanted the added protection. If I didn’t know better, I would say you were worried about him, Harry.” She watched him carefully, gagging his reaction. He dropped the ball that he normally would have caught without a thought about it.

”What!”

”Harry…it was just a joke! I know you don’t care about him. You’ve only told me and everyone else about five hundred times the last few years.”

”It wasn’t funny.”

She sighed. Really, he was getting to be as thick as Ron. “I’m sorry.” Hermione rolled her eyes, picking up the ball from the ground. “Look, I think you worry yourself too much about stupid things. Let Malfoy deal with his problems and you can deal with your own.” She touched his arm comfortingly. “I don’t think it’s suspicious. I bet if you spoke to Fred and George they’d tell you that Malfoy isn’t the first one to walk out of their shop with two of everything. You can never be too careful in times of war, Harry.” Well, he could understand that but it was Malfoy and Malfoy was not a normal person.

“Please don’t stress yourself out about this.” Hermione said worryingly. “If you stress then Ginny will as well and we really don’t need that added tension.”

”Why would Ginny stress out because I’m stressing out about Malfoy?” Harry asked, taking the ball from Hermione and observing it. She sighed. He really was thick. “Just pretend I didn’t say that.” She muttered, making it easier for the both of them.

”Okay.” Harry said, tossing her the ball. “So…How has you’re research been?”

”It’s been okay.” Hermione shrugged. “I haven’t found anything really valuable yet. Just bits and pieces of information. Professor Lupin is going to be bringing me more books from Hogwarts later this week. I’m looking forward to reading in some more. I like being able to help, even a little bit.”

Harry nodded. He could relate to that, even if he hadn’t been able to do much help for the war. He sighed. “You’re doing a lot for the Order. I’m sure they appreciate it.” He watched as Hermione’s cheeks colored. “Oh, I do hope so! It takes up a lot of my time but I like it.” Harry shook his head. Count on Hermione to be happily willing to give up her summertime to read old history books.

“As long as you enjoy doing it, I don’t see any problem in it.” He said. Hermione nodded. “That’s what I like to think.” She replied, throwing the ball back at him.


Draco returned to the picnic table with Rayn’s sundae and two cones for Iris and himself. He passed them around before sitting down across from the ginger haired child. “Enjoy.”

”Thank you sir Draco!” Rayn giggled, spooning herself some of the ice cream. Draco watched her eat in silence. She really is a beautiful girl. She’ll be a charmer once she gets older. He shook his head, licking his ice cream thoughtfully. He took to watching the other visitors like a hawk. He didn’t want anyone that would know him to see him and he wasn’t taking the chance at being followed.

He made light conversation when it was needed but mostly kept to his thoughts. Iris really loves her. I wonder if that’s what Mother used to look like when she watched over me. It was both comforting and distressing to think about. He shook his head again, ridding himself of memories of his childhood. It wasn’t in his best interest to think about that now. However, he was dragged back into the conversation when Iris suggested taking a few pictures. “I’d like to get one of you and Rayn, if you don’t mind.”

“No, of course not.” He shrugged. Rayn giggled, rushing around the side of the table to join him. “Hunny, wait a moment, you’ve got ice cream all over your face.”

“No!! Ice cream picture!”

“A what?”

“I think she wants to take a picture with her all messy…” Draco’s voice trailed off, eyeing the little girl oddly for a moment but all she could do was beam at them.

“Alright…” Iris didn’t seem to like this idea very much. “We can do that.” Rayn climbed into Draco’s lap then, ice cream smeared flatteringly around her face. Iris pulled a small camera out of her purse. “Smile,”

Before the light flashed, Rayn leaned in and pressed her ice cream covered lips to his cheek. The light flashed right at that moment. Draco blinked and Rayn giggled. The ice cream had been transferred onto his cheek. He bit his lip as he watched the picture come out of the bottom of the camera. “Do you…Would you mind if I kept that one?”

Iris looked up from the developing photo. “No, of course not…could I take another one then?” He nodded, cleaning off his cheek and Rayn’s face before they posed for another, more serious photograph. She let them see the picture before putting it into her purse, along with the small camera. She then handed him his, smiling gently. “Thank you.” She said.

Draco nodded. It was getting dark by the time they were done eating and had thrown their napkins away and Draco decided that they’d better be on their way back. “Aw! Sir Draco stays!” she whined, hugging him tightly. “No. I can’t tonight. One day maybe.”


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Iris watched as Draco lifted her daughter up and carried her to the car. They’re quite the pair to watch. She gently touched the small picture that was in her purse as she followed Draco to his car. Draco was good for Rayn and he had become her first real crush. At home, Rayn barely spoke of anything else. She’d never seen her daughter so happy before. She climbed into the car, listening to Rayn humming in the backseat. She had never had a father figure in her life. Iris had dated here and there but none had become fatherly to Rayn. Her real dad had disappeared one day, unexplainably and had not come back or gotten into contact. That had been a few months before Rayn’s birth. Somehow, in a matter of days Draco had become that and more.

“Where do you live from here?”

“The first right up this street.” Iris said, pointing to the cobble-stoned street that was coming into view. “Then take another right down this road and you’ll literally be right in front of our house. 7th Peach Tree Road, where do you live, Draco?”

“Just a little ways away,” Draco answered lightly. “I see.” Iris looked out the window. Through the rearview mirror she could see Rayn. Her daughter was asleep with her head against the window, hair splayed out behind her head. She smiled, looking up.

“This house,” She said, pointing up ahead as he turned the second right. In front of the car was a small but nicely landscaped two story house. Draco pulled into the driveway, parking. “I’ll carry her in, if you’d like.” He stepped out and was immediately attacked by the strong smell of flowers. It reminded him of the Malfoy gardens. “Alright. I’ll get the door for you.”

He un-strapped Rayn carefully, trying not to wake her up. He lifted her out of the seat, following Iris inside of their home. “Her room is the second on the right, second floor.” Perfect. He thought. Climbing up the stairs in the living room, Draco held Rayn to him. She stirred a little in his arms, her face pressed into the crook of his neck so he could feel her light breathing tickling the small hairs on the back of his neck. She felt so light asleep, feather-light even. He couldn’t help but like the feel of it. He felt like he was protecting her and that was enough for him. He managed to get the door to her bedroom opened, slowly lowering her into her flower-decorated bed. Pulling the covers over her form, he left the room.

“Thank you for your help.”

“Don’t mention it. I covered her up for you.”

“Would you like a cuppa tea before you go on your way?” Iris asked him, looking up from the small kitchen table. He shook his head lightly. “No, thank you. I couldn’t possibly and I should be going. Tell Rayn I’ll see her later, please?”

“I will, have a good night Draco.” He smiled. “You too Iris.” She sighed, left watching as he drove out of her driveway.


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Draco sighed, staring lifelessly forward. He had one more stop to make before he returned home for the night. He knew for a fact that Severus would be at home. He rarely left his home during the summer holidays unless he was needed by Voldemort or at Hogwarts. Draco would have known of both and he hadn’t had any word that he was to be expected else ware. He pulled the car into an evacuated parking lot, climbing out quickly. He had to make his trip fast before Narcissa got worried.

He looked around to make sure no Muggles were walking around before he apparated with a pop loud enough to echo through the silence. In an instant Draco found himself standing in front of an old, dirty looking home with dead grass and weeds littering the front yard. Scoffing, he hurried to the front door, knocking three times in a swift manner. Snape was expecting him to come that day and it seemed he was waiting by the door. As soon as Draco pulled his hand away from the door, it opened.

Severus Snape loomed over him, looking down at Draco over his abnormally large, hooked nose. Draco looked right back at him, walking into the foyer when Snape moved out of his way. “Hello Professor.”

“Draco. Come in.” He locked the door behind him, moving past Draco and leading him into the sitting room. “What was this important business that you had to tell me?” Draco sighed. He should have known Snape would jump right into business. He sat down, wringing his fingers together. “Have you heard of the Dark Lord’s mission for me?”

“I have.” Severus said, watching Draco calmly. His emotions were masked as he had perfected them to be but Draco was as open as an open book. “I can’t do it, Professor. This family…that I’m supposed to kill, mean a bit too much to me. I don’t know how it happened or why it happened but I can’t kill them or let them be killed, do you understand?” If anything Snape must. He didn’t look to see if Snape did or not, he continued with his story. “I’m…planning on making it look like I killed them. I’m sending the girl’s mother away with a port-key that my mother gave to me when I was younger. It goes to the cabin we have in Ireland and I’m taking the girl with me. I’d take her mother too but it’s far too risky to do both.” Snape continued to watch him, a single brow raised as he listened. “I plan on going back for the mother and having her moved somewhere else, somewhere where Voldemort couldn’t reach her but it was the best thing I could come up with in three days.”

Snape raised a hand to stop him. “Where do you plan on bringing the girl, Draco?” He asked his voice so soft that he had to strain to hear what he had to say. Draco bit his lip, obviously uncomfortable with this question. Snape didn’t move his gaze from Draco’s eyes, observing. “That’s what I came here to talk to you. I know…I know you work for the Order too.” Snape took a breath in then. “You know where their hideout is. Rayn would be safe there.”

Snape rubbed his forehead. He highly doubted that the Order would appreciate it if he dropped a young girl on them out of the blue but Draco was right in his assumption. For now it was probably the safest place for Rayn to be. “Please Professor. It’s the only place I can think of for Rayn.”

“The Order won’t be happy with this. I have no time between now and tomorrow to inform them, do you realize that? We will be showing up in the midst of the night, throwing a girl into their hands.”

“We?” Draco asked.

“Do you possibly think you will find their headquarters without my knowledge, Draco? You highly disregard their powers.” Snape stood up, walking towards the kitchen. What was going on in the boy’s head? This certainly wasn’t that Draco he had known. Even so, he didn’t know whether or not Draco’s plan would work in the first place. “Tell me you’re plan.”

Draco suddenly grinned. “I’m going to go to their home a few hours before I’m supposed to go and kill them. I’m going to explain what’s going on and why I need them to go. Hopefully they won’t question me too much. I’ll give Iris the port-key from my mother and send her off to our cabin. I’ll take Rayn and hide her out of sight until I’m done. I don’t know where yet. I’ll transfigure two ordinary objects into Rayn and Iris. There is a spell that my mother showed me that will make two inanimate objects look and act real.” He explained quietly, brows furrowed together. “I can control them on my own whim. They will do whatever I command them too if the spell works like the book said…then I will go back home to my father and go to the scene with him. I will kill the transfigured Rayn and Iris…tell my father I’m going to mother, who’s scheduled to be out of the house if I can, grab Rayn and bring her to the Order before the sunrises.” Saying it aloud made everything seem even more impossible to do.

Snape listened, his back still turned to Draco. It was risky and Snape knew what could happen. Draco would be killed in an instant if something went wrong. “Do you know how risky a situation this is?”

“I do but I can’t kill Rayn or Iris.” He sighed. “I’ve thought about it and…I’d rather risk my life then have them die just because they happened to make friends with the wrong sort.” Draco explained, standing up to follow Snape into the other room. “You do understand, right?”

Truly Snape did not. However he was trying to make himself understand in hopes of helping his godson figure out a less risky plan but at this rate there was little else they could do except to wait and see what would happen tomorrow night. Snape just hoped that it would work in the young Malfoy’s favor.

“I think it’s stupid of you.” Snape concluded, turning to Draco with a flourish. “This is exactly something that Harry Potter and his friends would pull. However, I can see that you cannot be forced to see differently and I will help to a certain extent. I will bring the girl to the Order with you and you will more then likely be forced to stay there a few extra days so that they can question you. Be warned of what you say while with them. They will be suspicious of your actions, Draco.” He said calmly, looking at the clock on his wall. “Do you want me to take Rayn after you get her out of the house?”

Draco looked up at him. “Yes. Hide her here until I can take her to the Order’s hideout with you. I will probably put a spell on her to make her sleep so she doesn’t have to live this out.” He said lightly, looking worn and exhausted. Snape disappeared into the kitchen again and Draco could hear him rummaging around in one of the cabinets. “Go home and take one of these,” He lifted a small vial for Draco to see. “Dreamless Sleep Potion,” he explained. “Take it, sleep well and get ready to act.” Draco took the vial from him with a nod of thanks. “I will get in contact with you by the afternoon.”

“Thank you, Professor.” Draco turned then, stuffing the vial into his pocket and headed for the door. “And Draco?” He looked over his shoulder at the older man. “Yes?” He asked. “Be carefully.” Draco smiled a little then, unlocking the door and walking out into the night.

Snape massaged his temples when the door closed again. -- He has no idea what he is getting himself into. -- He thought, turning with a flourish and striding down the back hall.