Written For; Camp Potter; Paintball; Write about the war. Favorite Character Boot camp; Fight.
Camp Potter; The Magic of Magical Summer Camp
Paintball
Week Four
Chances
"Is Draco at the castle?"
"Yes."
I knew I shouldn't have lied to the Dark Lord… If he ever found out, I knew I was a good as dead. However, I knew if he believed that Harry Potter was dead, he'd take us to the castle where I could finally see my son.
Ironic, really I seem to be the Pureblood queen, that dark death eater that don't care about anything. The thing is, though, I'm not a death eater. I never took the mark, even though everyone thinks I did, I didn't. If my stupid idiotic husband wasn't a death eater I would probably be fighting for this on the other side. I just don't have the same views. Sure, I dislike Muggles, everyone do, but I don't want them dead.
The walk to the castle is absolute torture; I was hoping the seventeen year old in the half giant's arms was good at playing dead. His life, and mine, depended on that. Luckily, he didn't move a muscle and the look on everyone's faces when we finally got at the castle was also torture. I smiled which probably made them think I was a bitch, but I'm not, I'm smiling because I know the truth.
Once Harry snapped out of his 'death' I saw The Dark Lord's glare towards me and hoped to Merlin that Harry Potter won the duel. It was surprising; really, everyone who was fighting had stopped and watched this duel in front of them.
While everyone was busy I took that time to head into the castle, I didn't care about the outcome of the war; I really didn't. I just wanted to see my son again, and make sure he was okay.
I found him in the Astronomy Tower, curled up by the window watching the destruction below. I smile to myself and wrap my arms around him, showing that bit of affection that I wasn't allowed to show around Lucius.
"Mum?"
"Yes Draco." I said with a content smile. "Mummy's here."