A/N: I'm considering moving my stories over to Adult Fan Fiction . net, so I don't have to worry about restrictions. However, I wanted to get your opinions first; either way will work out for me! So, thoughts?
bloodrose's dance: Aw, your review was wonderful to read. It made me really think about some things, which I really needed to do, and I actually ended up addressing a few of your questions in this chapter. Unfortunately, I have been sucked into the 9-5 world, and summer doesn't mean much to me in the way of free time, but I hope it wasn't too awfully long of a wait anyway. Thank you for reading, and for the review!
Chapter XXI
"That girl is going to be the death of me," said Narcissa with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Relax," Lucius said, smirking. "All is as planned."
"All is not as planned! She's going to ruin everything! And they're going to be so confused."
"They're meant to become friends, remember? It will be fine."
She glared at him. "She's meant to make him trust her, not to become his friend. What's going to happen when she finds out about James Potter?"
He put his hands on his wife's shoulders. "If we have to, we'll tell her the truth."
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"Madison, what are you doing?"
"Sitting on a window seat. Thinking."
"About what?"
"My mother."
Blaise sat on the seat, facing her, and put a hand on her leg.
"She was so beautiful. Why would she be with my father? And . . . What happened to her?" She paused, gazing up at him with sad eyes. "I think he must have forced her. And killed her. He does those things, doesn't he?"
"I . . . Yes. But maybe that's not what happened to her."
"You really don't know?"
"Don't know what?" Draco's voice came from the doorway. He walked over, glared at Blaise's hand, but then leaned against the wall next to Madison.
"About my mother."
The boys exchanged a glance.
"Let's take a walk."
Madison raised an eyebrow at the blonde, but stood to follow him out anyway.
The three of them were deep in the garden when the boys exchanged another glance and began walking very close to her, speaking in low voices.
"Madison, you aren't supposed to know anything about your mother. Or Harry Potter."
She froze and stared at the two of them.
"What . . ."
"My father . . . explained that to us after we found her picture."
"But how did he know?"
They raised their eyebrows at her.
"Trusting little thing, isn't she, Draco?"
"Too trusting. Madison, do you really have no idea?"
"About what?" she asked, the beginnings of anger curling in her stomach.
"That they read all of your owls. And did you really believe that no one would notice Potter's owl flying around all the time?"
Her shoulders slumped as her face turned fiery red, and she pouted.
"No ninja," she muttered. "Stupid owl."
She abruptly stopped and turned to face them, a murderous glint in her green eyes.
"And what other secrets are you all keeping from me? Is there anything else about myself I should know?"
"Madison, look-"
"No, you look, Draco. I want to know about my parents! And Harry, and Hogwarts, and I want to have privacy, and control over my own life!"
"Well that's not going to happen!"
The three of them stared at each other in silence before Madison finally ran, her face scrunched as if she was about to cry.
Draco and Blaise exchanged an exasperated glance, and some choice words, and ran after her.
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Dear Harry,
You're welcome.
May I ask, who is your mother?
Sincerely,
Madison
Her letters had just gotten more and more odd. It was a simple question, but something in him rebelled at the thought of answering. It wasn't that personal, but . . . it was.
Not to mention, his summer had just grown increasingly worse over time, and with Voldemort's return . . .
Perhaps it was time to let someone know about her.