How I Change Fate-Chapter 8: A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

As the party began to slow and only the five of us, Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Theo, and I were left I decided we needed a plan. By this point we were all sitting on sofas and loveseats. Pansy and I were on one sofa, Theo and Draco were on the other and Blaise was on one of the rooms many loveseats. Pansy was braiding my hair into little braids. I felt so at ease and calm that I knew now was the best time to make a plan. "We need a plan."

I had spoken and to my joy none of them even flinched. "I already have an idea that I would like to run by all of you. Will you all give me your honest opinion?"

Pansy laughed. "Girls honor, I would never lie to you."

Theo scoffed. "As if I would hurt you by lying to you."

Blaise smiled not even speaking. Draco smirked. "No one would be smart if they tried to lie to you."

I nodded acknowledging their responses. "Tomorrow morning, I will sit with Gryffindor and tell them all about not seeing anyone when I entered Slytherin. I will express how weird it felt and just when I get done I want you Draco to walk up to me and say something about how since all the founders wanted unity amongst the houses you all believed that the best way to do that would be to swear Slytherins allegiance to me proclaiming me the leader of you all. I will ask you all to stop any and all bullying; that you apologize to all those you hurt, and I will ask if you will be advocates for the student helping any you can in any way. You will respond by bowing and giving any answer you think appropriate. The rest will happen slowly but this will be the first step into the light."

They all smiled agreeing with the plan wholeheartedly and eventually Draco and I were the only ones left. He grabbed me before I could leave the common room. "You once told me that the first leader of Slytherin was a woman so strong that no one would ignore her, yet no one believed she was the leader till Slytherin himself bowed to her. You never told me why no one believed her."

I smiled. "She was one of Gryffindors daughters. She got sorted into Slytherin and took leadership, but none save one person believed her when she said she was the leader and only believed her when Slytherin bowed to her."

"Who believed her?"

"Sean Regan, he said to anyone who bothered to listen that only a fool would think she lie about that."

He laughed. "Was that their love story? Maybe I should ask her spirit for guidance in charming a Regan?"

I laughed "No it wasn't, but he was her friend and standing up for her made him very popular with the ladies."

He stopped laughing. "Louise," he started holding my hand, "I wouldn't be half of what I was today without your influence. Remember that for me, will you?"

My 13-year-old self was cringing at the romance obviously deciding I was too young for that, but my 18-year-old memories were swooning at him. I looked him dead in the eye certain of my next words. "Cad iad na focail éadrócaireach a deir tú liom? * Even so I will remember that for you."

As I walked away, I heard Draco ask what I said*. I knew tomorrow would go smoothly.

The Next Day

Oh Shit. I shouldn't have given Draco such free reign. He did everything I asked and as he bowed down, I waited for how he would respond to my requests. "I love you Louise Regan! I would do anything to improve myself so that in the future I might be worthy enough for your love. Each of us Slytherins, is tired of holding back and only protecting ourselves. We will do everything in our power to be worthy of recognition. We will be your helpers and saviors. We will do it for the sake of love!" He didn't move to try anything, but the rest of Slytherin went around asking for forgiveness and starting their step towards the future.

Draco stood up turned to Harry and said "I have wronged both you and your friends. I know I haven't exactly been kind but this time I hope you accept my hand."

A memory seeped through my mind. "Harry," I said, "rejecting his hand now would mean you are unwilling to accept the requirements I gave them to be their leader. Rejecting his hand would in proxy be rejecting me."

Harry looked at me shocked, and looked back at the hand in front of him. "I will forgive you for hurting me, but I can't forgive you for my friends; you must ask them yourself but know this just because I forgive, I will never forget so watch yourself." He shook Draco's hand. Draco answered "Just what I would expect from a Gryffindor." He moved to Hermione, but I couldn't focus on that because Harry asked me a question.

"How long have you known Draco?"

I sighed. "I met all the young purebloods when I was a toddler. Draco and I met when we were five. He hasn't always loved me, and refuses to tell me when or why his feelings changed. That was the first time he has ever said the words out loud to me. Why do you ask?"

Harry looked at the twins. "They looked proud when he did that, like they knew that Draco had wanted to do that for a while and were glad that he finally did. Besides, I was curious how you wouldn't be surprised to hear it if he was a stranger to you. I figured out that you must have known him for a while then."

Harry really is so smart and observant. I smiled at him. "You know if you were raised in the wizarding world you would have met all the wizarding families in most of Europe by now."

He looked confused. "Why?"

"Well, not only are you a noble by birth, you saved the wizarding world and each family would want to thank you. You would've most likely finished that and gone to Hogwarts without people being so starstruck."

"I see."

Harry left and Draco had finally gotten back to me. "I know that you aren't ready to answer my feelings, but when you are, I will tell you it again."

I looked at the boy in front of me. I could feel the memories seeping into me. All of the memories surrounding Draco came flooding into me.

I was five when I met Draconis Lucius Malfoy. He was a stuck-up brat who always got what he wanted, and on the day, we met all he wanted was his mom's attention. Narcissa Malfoy was busy being an amazing hostess for Mhamó* and simply couldn't watch her son. He didn't cry or scream at his mother but instead gave up and decided to play with me. I had no control over my power to sense emotions and felt his sadness at his mother. I hated feeling others sadness it always gave me headaches so I spent the whole time trying to make Draco smile. I did the only thing I could think of and asked "What is your favorite game to play?" he looked at me stood up and walked up to his mother. I felt sad that he didn't want to play with me, but he walked up to Mhamó and asked "Mrs. Regan, may I please bring Louise to the library to play wizard chess?"

"My, what a fear uasal*, you may young Draco." Was all she said and he came running to me stretched out his hand and said "Let's go!" I was so happy. We spent the hours playing wizards chess and making jokes. By the end of the day we were both smiling brightly. The next time I saw Draco we were ten. We spoke about everything and we both had the same friends. We played so much we slept together in the library. I didn't know why but I was always so happy around him. When I turned 11, Mhamó told me that was because Draco had feelings for me and I couldn't differentiate between his feelings and my own. I cried that night wondering how long it would be till I knew whose feelings I was feeling.

It had only been two years since then, and I now understood why I was both happy to hear Draco's feelings and sad to hear them at the same time. Draco has loved me for who knows how long, and because he loves me, my brain is confused to whose feelings I was feeling. Draco left me with that thought swirling around in my head. I was 13, a war was coming, and I had promised to save as many people as I could. I had so little time to do everything I could. I hoped that Draco was more patient than the books made him out to be because I had no clue when I'd give him an answer.

I couldn't worry about that yet because I had another plan to put into action before Sirius came to 'attack' the students. Maybe I could save everyone this year.

Cad iad na focail éadrócaireach a deir tú liom? = What cruel words you say to me? She asks him this in Irish because she is certain that even if she taught him little words and phrases, he wouldn't know what it meant. She says this as the 18-year-old from the future and not as the young girl she currently is. Mhamó= Grandma. Next Chapter we met Sirius! Can't wait to see how that goes! PS new picture for the story is the dragon half of the tattoo mentioned in ch.7