The last thing I remember seeing was Black’s eyes in front of mine before it all turned black.

“I haven’t got time for this Black, but when you have finally thought of a comeback, meet me here at around 9 tonight.” I stepped closer to him, smirking. “If you dare.”

“Did it ever cross your thick headed brain that I am perhaps doing this to survive? I’m playing the part I should have always played, it’s the only way.”

“Now this is something I expected of a slimeball like you, Malfoy. But off my own brother and supposed best friend?

My first thought was that he was handsome. From the horror stories, I expected him to be some sort of monster but he looked…normal. He spotted me and a smile came to his lips. I shuddered under his gaze but I stepped forward anyway, playing along.

“Are you serious? You want to put me with a bunch of morons who hate my guts. I think I would rather take my chances in the Slytherin common room.”

 

“And he’s actually surprised? A blast-ended skrewt has more charm then he does.”

There was something inside that was telling me not to believe my mother’s words...Something felt wrong and as much as I wanted to believe her and all her words of comfort and love, what I had been through and what I knew made me cautious.

As you could see, we were being mature, sensible adults about the whole entire fiasco.

They always say you can’t choose your family. I don’t think that statement has ever been truer.