One of the fics in my big list is no longer available due to the account being suspended. However, I have gotten in contact with the author and have permission to post it here. Its a shorter piece during the Final Stand about paternal sacrifice, and a great unique take. Written by
@zeldazealot , their alt is
@GalacticKaiser
“HARRY POTTER… IS DEAD!”
Luna grabbed her wrist to stop her from rushing towards Hagrid. Dracaena could barely stop herself from crying out. Her mind still denying that the limp body the half-giant was carrying was that of the boy she loved. The Death Eaters laughed at the assembly of students, learning that their best hope was dead. “And now… it’s time to put your faith… in me…” the Dark Lord declared. “Come forth and join us… or die…”
Only two did were not laughing. “Dracaena…” her father called out in an almost whisper that cut across the silent courtyard. The rest of the students turned toward her, as her father called out again, extending his hand. “Dracaena… come… please.” her mother called.
Dracaena took a step forward, and Luna’s grip on her tightened. “Luna… let go… please.” She turned toward her friend, Luna’s grip released as their eyes met. “Thank you Luna, for everything.” She said softly as she walked toward the Death Eaters.
“Ah… well done Dracaena well done…” the Dark Lord said as she approached him. Her skin crawling as he… it embraced her. “I’m sure we can make up for your… past failings” it whispered to her as she was released.
She finally finished her walk across the courtyard and met her parents, they were speaking to her, but she couldn’t listen. Her eyes were glued to the body Hagrid carried, the cold dead form of Harry Potter, the Boy she loved.
She choked back a sob, but the tears began to flow. She gripped her wand tight, tighter than she ever had before, and just as the Dark Lord began speaking to the crowd… she pointed it at the Dark Lord.
“AVADA-“ she hesitated, for just a moment.
“Dracaena, Dracaena, you are not a killer.” The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to her echoed in her mind… he was right. Dracaena Malfoy was not a killer. Potter would hate her if she was…
“Oh… how disappointing…” the dark lord had turned towards her and raised his wand. Dracaena closed her eyes, but a ghost of a smile appeared on her face. She knew when she opened her eyes she would get to see him, smiling back at her. “I’m sorry for being such a coward everyone…” she thought.
“Avada Kedavra”
“NO!” Something hit Dracaena and she was thrown to the ground hard, her wand clattering across the stone floor. She heard a loud thump, then a scream… her mothers scream. Dracaena opened her eyes and saw the lifeless body of Lucius Malfoy on the ground between her and the Dark Lord.