Draco Malfoy sat leisurely in his living room across from his ex girlfriend, Pansy. They were discussing the battle that had happened not three months ago. Although, she thought of him as the hero of the story. He saw himself as a coward. He was trying to explain to her that if he had stopped Potter than the Dark Lord would not have failed. Potter would be dead and the Dark Lord would still be alive and well. He would be ruling the Wizarding World if not for Draco's failure. But as he opened his mouth again, his father yelled to him from in the dining room. His hands shook with nervousness as he walked down the hallway to his father. Fenrir Greyback was visiting them with a small girl who had stepped on Draco's foot in her attempts to catch up with Fenrir. What could be more important than what he had to say to them?
Once there, he eyed the girl again. This time taking in her appearance; long, flowing ebony black hair topped with a ruby red bow, matching ruby red pea coat, from what he could see a pair of black leggings and tied together with a pair of black boots, her icy blue eyes set in a cold stare.
She truly was lovely, yet something about her that seemed just a little more than familiar. It was so defined yet hidden. He didn't quite know what it was but it was there. He was sure that if he searched a little deeper then he would find out what it was. But he couldn't keep staring at her. She was beginning to notice.
After what seemed like eternity, someone finally spoke.
"Draco," Lucius Malfoy spoke loudly and clearly, "this young lady here is Heloise."
Draco nodded as he once again took in the girl's appearance. She gave him a curt look and then began to take in his appearance. Her icy cold eyes skimming over his platinum blonde hair and equally as cold, icy blue eyes. The black turtle neck he wore with black slacks and his black steel-toed boots. As she analyzed the way he looked he decided to take it upon himself to take in hers again. Her pale, creamy complexion was absolutely flawless and he wanted nothing more than to simply reach out and touch her soft cheek. To feel the touch of her skin on his fingertips. But he restrained himself from doing so. Once she had taken in all of him that she wanted to, she refocused her gaze on the wall again.
"She alone is the Dark Lord's last hope," Narcissa told him, her voice shaky and barely audible above a whisper.
Draco gave his mother a confused look as her furrowed his brow in confusion. The Dark Lord was dead and gone for good. What could she have possibly meant by "she alone is the Dark Lord's last hope."
"Mother, the Dark Lord is gone," he said matter-of-factly.
Fenrir spoke to him then, "Draco, Heloise is harboring a piece of Lord Voldemort's soul. She is the eighth and final horcrux. She has been kept a secret ever since her birth. Only you can protect her."
As the words sank in, Draco tried to understand what was going on. There was an eighth horcrux that was being kept a secret. Heloise was that horcrux. That much he understood fully. So, there was still hope for the Dark Lord's rule yet. But what he didn't quite understand was what Fenrir had meant by only he could protect her.
"Only I can," he said slowly, trying to comprehend the words as he said them.
But nothing would shake the feeling that something not short of a revolution was about to spring to life.