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Chapter 10-Of Mothers and Children
Since Ron had come out of the hospital wing, Draco had been yelled at by what felt like everyone in the entire school. Theo hadn't said a word to Draco since he'd claimed to hate the blonde but others had made their feelings quite clear.
The first to yell at him had been Ginny. She had used every insult under the sun before firing her trademark bat-bogey hex at him. Next to give Draco a piece of their mind was Hermione. Her hair seemed to cackle with anger, the blazing fire in her eyes burned into his skin and her voice was laced with venom putting Draco in the mind of Snape. After Hermione, professor Snape had in fact called Draco to his office and spoke to him in that deadly serious tone that made so many first years cry.
Then Neville had said his piece to Draco, putting a shocking amount of aggression into it too. Seamus had shouted at him first in English and then in Irish with Dean standing silently behind him with a look of disapproval on his face.
After that it was back to the Slytherins and Blaise and Pansy united together to yell at Draco. They didn't care so much about Ron but more about Theo's feelings.
Finally, Harry had caught him alone and the look of hurt, anger and betrayal in his eyes stung far worse than all of the others' hateful words combined. He had expected Harry to curse him, hit him or at least yell at him. Part of Draco wanted him to in fact but Harry did neither. That look was all he gave to Draco before he walked away making Draco feel worse than he ever had in his entire sixteen years of life.
It seemed the only person willing to talk to Draco was twelve year old Damian Sykes. He repeatedly asked Draco if he was ok and if he'd like some company but Draco always turned the offer down. However, the mousy haired youth didn't give up so easily and he took it upon himself to sit with Draco at meal times and ensure he ate a suitable amount of food. Damian even shared a desk with the older boy in the library and made sure Draco got all of his homework done. Though the blonde wouldn't admit it to the second year, or even in his own head, he was grateful to have the younger boy's support.
The blonde Slytherin had also spent a great deal of time in the room of requirement working on the vanishing cabinet. He had successfully managed to send an apple to the cabinet in Borgin and Burkes. Draco knew it had worked because Mr. Borgin had taken a bite out of the apple before sending it back. However, more work needed to be done. Sending an apple through a cabinet was a far cry from sending a group of death eaters.
If Draco wasn't on the seventh floor or in the library with Damian he was usually walking, or sometimes flying, about the school grounds. He didn't feel welcome in the Slytherin common room anymore and tried to keep out of there as much as possible. Recently, Draco had also made the habit of taking frequent visits to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom on the second floor. More often than not the visit would end in both human and ghost crying.
During one visit the ghost had even offered Draco to share her toilet with her if the dark lord did indeed kill him.
Would I come back as a ghost if I died? Draco wondered. I don't think I'd like to. Just imagine it, a never ending death spent with Moaning Myrtle. What would people call me? Depressed Draco probably. What a pair we would make, Moaning Myrtle and Depressed Draco.
Sitting alone by the lake, Draco was immersed in such solemn thoughts when Damian approached him accompanied by none other than Luna Lovegood.
The blonde girl was dressed in a baby blue rah-rah skirt with indigo leggings underneath. With it she wore a pale blue top with long fancy ruffled sleeves with an indigo waistcoat worn over that. She decorated both her arms with a number of purple bangles and wore four beaded necklaces of different lengths and had a purple feathered earring in her left ear and a simple purple stud in her right. She had also fashioned a purple silk ribbon in her blonde hair and on her feet she wore a pair of purple flats.
"Hello Draco Malfoy." The Ravenclaw greeted dreamily as she came to stand in front of him, her blonde hair dancing in the wind.
"Hello." Draco replied politely looking briefly to Damian who smiled shyly before sitting down beside him.
Why do I always feel like Damian's checking me out Draco wondered as the boy scanned his body through his blue and green eye. Oh I know why…because he is. It feels so strange to have a pre-teen fancy me, not that I blame him. After all I am rather like a Greek Adonis but I'm still terrified the kid is going to try and kiss me or something. And just what is Loony Lovegood doing here? And she's looking at me too…does she have a thing for me as well?
"You seem sad." Luna observed as she fiddled with her beads.
Really, how can you tell? Draco thought sarcastically.
"Perhaps Harry Potter could cheer you up." Luna suggested. "When he talks to me I always feel better, it's like having a friend. He even took me to professor Slughorn's Christmas party; I had a lot of fun."
Draco smiled up at her awkwardly trying to disguise the irrational jealously he felt as he recalled Harry and Luna attending the party together.
"Harry isn't talking to me right now." Draco told her. "Nobody is." He added in a whisper but his two companions still heard.
"I'm talking to you Draco." Damian pointed out as he scooted a little closer to the blonde teen.
"As am I." Luna smiled. "You shouldn't let yourself be bothered by what other people think of you. People think I'm rather strange but I don't let it upset me. They even call me Loony you know? And they hide my things. But they don't steal my shoes anymore because I always wear a pair to bed, just in case I sleepwalk, and I've charmed the other pairs to kick anybody who tries to take them without permission."
"Oh." Draco simply said his mouth forming into an O shape.
"People avoid me too." Damian squeaked in a voice that was obviously beginning to break. He cleared his throat before continuing. "Some people just think I'm weird because my eyes are different colours and others started up rumors that I killed my own mother."
I've been meaning to ask him about that Draco thought. I just never knew how to bring it up sensitively but now he's talking about it I don't suppose it would hurt to ask a few questions.
"Your parents were both muggles right?" Draco asked and the mousy haired boy nodded. "I heard it was your father who killed her and that he's in prison."
"That's true." Damian said quietly.
"I'm very sorry Damian." Luna told him as she placed an arm around the boy's shoulders in a one armed hug. "I lost my mother too. She was an extraordinary woman but one of her spells went terribly wrong."
"My mum was wonderful too." Damian croaked and Draco strongly hoped the kid didn't start crying. "I was the one who found her body. There was so much blood."
"Fucking hell." Draco swore under his breath and both he and Luna enveloped the younger boy in a hug as he cried silent tears. This boy definitely shouldn't have been a Slytherin.
As Draco sat with Damian and Luna, two people who had lost their mothers, the death eater's thoughts turned to his own mother. He missed her terribly. He hadn't seen her since the summer. They hadn't even been able to write letters to one another for rear of the owls being intercepted.
I want to see my mum Draco thought. I have to make sure she lives, I have to…that means I have to make the cabinet work and I have to kill Dumbledore. I don't want to, Merlin knows I don't want to, but if I don't complete my mission it's my mother who will suffer the price first. Draco's situation was a difficult one. The only options he could see was to either spare Dumbledore and ultimately sacrifice his mother's life as well as Lucius' and his own, or he fulfilled his mission and killed Dumbledore in order to save himself, his mum and Lucius. I don't care about Lucius…at this point I don't even care about me but I love my mum. I have to save her.
That night, Draco succeeded in sending a small bird through the vanishing cabinet.
To Be Continued
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