I own the newest heir of Slytherin - Layla. Also Erik, Hannah and Lili.
Draco stared at the ceiling that night as he lay on his bed. Everything was happening so fast. His daughter had gone from being his little darling to being the number one enemy of the wizarding world. He was completely bewildered. Layla was beautiful and sweet and innocent. She couldn't possibly be as evil as everyone thought she was.
The next day in class Draco observed Lili Potter opening a small note written on blue paper. It looked like exactly the same stationery that Erik used but Draco couldn't be sure. Lili smiled after reading it and then looked up at Draco. When she caught him looking at her she blushed almost to the shade of the Gryffindor coat of arms. It had become quite obvious that in the past few months Erik and Lili had become quite smitten with each other. It was ironic how one child was in love while the other was being watched like a criminal. He sat at his desk and put his head in his hands. Suddenly a horrible feeling of nausea overcame his body and only one thought was swirling around in his head. If Layla is Slytherin's heir, she must die! Realising that his daughter was going to have to die as soon as her guilt was proved, he succumbed to the nausea and raced out of the room to the bathroom.
The students looked up from their work to see Professor Malfoy rush from the room with no explanation at all. They didn't really care what the reason was as long as they didn't have to return to their work. The classroom erupted into disorder and chaos as the pupils forgot their work and began to chat to their friends. However, within fifteen minutes, McGonagall had arrived in the room.
"Silence!" She screamed. "Where is Professor Malfoy?"
"We don't know Professor. He just ran away without a word. He looked kind of ill." A small girl said from the back of the room.
"Thank-you Clara. Continue with the work that Professor Malfoy has set you. I expect it to be finished by the end of the period." And with that she swept out of the room and towards the staff bathroom.
"Malfoy! Malfoy!" She called as she entered the private bathrooms. She faintly heard a weak 'over here' coming from the direction of the nearest cubicle. Cautiously walking over she saw Draco getting up from the floor. His face was chalk-white and his eyes were huge in his head. McGonagall almost felt sick herself when she saw the state he was in. He had clearly been crying and there were more tears threatening to overflow his eyes.
"She's going to have to die, isn't she?" As he spoke his lower lip trembled and water tipped over his tear ducts and slowly but surely made its way down the curves of his face. McGonagall smiled sadly and took a deep breath before answering.
"Yes," she replied quietly. "I'm so sorry Draco." Sensing that he would rather be alone, she left after telling him that she would take over his classes for the day. She slipped quietly out of the room and alerted Hermione to Draco's plight and then took over Draco's classes for the rest of the day. Minerva wasn't sure why she had alerted Hermione but she sensed a deep understanding between the two that had slowly developed over the past few months.
For the next few days Hermione and Draco spent most of their time together. Draco, however, stared into space or cried all the time. He hadn't eaten or slept since he realised that Layla would die. Instead of talking to Hermione he sat talking to himself and wondering why such a horrendous thing had happened to him. Hermione found herself wondering the same thing and had a nagging feeling that the answer was hidden deeply in wizarding high society and history, but that could be discovered by a determined enough person.
The next day Draco was feeling good enough to actually wash. His stench had been bothering him for several days but he hadn't previously been able to work up the enthusiasm for moving that far from his bedroom. For the last four days Hermione had sat with him as he cried endlessly and mumbled crazily. He would be forever grateful to her as she helped him through the worst time of his life, never forcing him to talk or look at her. She had sat quietly for hours as though he needed babysitting. He probably did need looking after. He had almost killed himself when he first understood things. But now he wanted to live on. He wanted to look after his son and be there for Layla if she chose to turn her back to Voldemort. Right now Layla's survival was the most important thing to him but slowly he was accepting that it was very unlikely. In all probability she would be killed by the Avada Kedavra curse by one of the Ministry wizards. It was awful to be imagining how his only daughter might die but Ron had told him that it was one of the processes he would go through while Hermione had advised him that he was grieving now in preparation for her death and he probably wouldn't mourn much when she actually did die. That thought had also made him physically sick.
Draco stared at the ceiling that night as he lay on his bed. Everything was happening so fast. His daughter had gone from being his little darling to being the number one enemy of the wizarding world. He was completely bewildered. Layla was beautiful and sweet and innocent. She couldn't possibly be as evil as everyone thought she was.
The next day in class Draco observed Lili Potter opening a small note written on blue paper. It looked like exactly the same stationery that Erik used but Draco couldn't be sure. Lili smiled after reading it and then looked up at Draco. When she caught him looking at her she blushed almost to the shade of the Gryffindor coat of arms. It had become quite obvious that in the past few months Erik and Lili had become quite smitten with each other. It was ironic how one child was in love while the other was being watched like a criminal. He sat at his desk and put his head in his hands. Suddenly a horrible feeling of nausea overcame his body and only one thought was swirling around in his head. If Layla is Slytherin's heir, she must die! Realising that his daughter was going to have to die as soon as her guilt was proved, he succumbed to the nausea and raced out of the room to the bathroom.
The students looked up from their work to see Professor Malfoy rush from the room with no explanation at all. They didn't really care what the reason was as long as they didn't have to return to their work. The classroom erupted into disorder and chaos as the pupils forgot their work and began to chat to their friends. However, within fifteen minutes, McGonagall had arrived in the room.
"Silence!" She screamed. "Where is Professor Malfoy?"
"We don't know Professor. He just ran away without a word. He looked kind of ill." A small girl said from the back of the room.
"Thank-you Clara. Continue with the work that Professor Malfoy has set you. I expect it to be finished by the end of the period." And with that she swept out of the room and towards the staff bathroom.
"Malfoy! Malfoy!" She called as she entered the private bathrooms. She faintly heard a weak 'over here' coming from the direction of the nearest cubicle. Cautiously walking over she saw Draco getting up from the floor. His face was chalk-white and his eyes were huge in his head. McGonagall almost felt sick herself when she saw the state he was in. He had clearly been crying and there were more tears threatening to overflow his eyes.
"She's going to have to die, isn't she?" As he spoke his lower lip trembled and water tipped over his tear ducts and slowly but surely made its way down the curves of his face. McGonagall smiled sadly and took a deep breath before answering.
"Yes," she replied quietly. "I'm so sorry Draco." Sensing that he would rather be alone, she left after telling him that she would take over his classes for the day. She slipped quietly out of the room and alerted Hermione to Draco's plight and then took over Draco's classes for the rest of the day. Minerva wasn't sure why she had alerted Hermione but she sensed a deep understanding between the two that had slowly developed over the past few months.
For the next few days Hermione and Draco spent most of their time together. Draco, however, stared into space or cried all the time. He hadn't eaten or slept since he realised that Layla would die. Instead of talking to Hermione he sat talking to himself and wondering why such a horrendous thing had happened to him. Hermione found herself wondering the same thing and had a nagging feeling that the answer was hidden deeply in wizarding high society and history, but that could be discovered by a determined enough person.
The next day Draco was feeling good enough to actually wash. His stench had been bothering him for several days but he hadn't previously been able to work up the enthusiasm for moving that far from his bedroom. For the last four days Hermione had sat with him as he cried endlessly and mumbled crazily. He would be forever grateful to her as she helped him through the worst time of his life, never forcing him to talk or look at her. She had sat quietly for hours as though he needed babysitting. He probably did need looking after. He had almost killed himself when he first understood things. But now he wanted to live on. He wanted to look after his son and be there for Layla if she chose to turn her back to Voldemort. Right now Layla's survival was the most important thing to him but slowly he was accepting that it was very unlikely. In all probability she would be killed by the Avada Kedavra curse by one of the Ministry wizards. It was awful to be imagining how his only daughter might die but Ron had told him that it was one of the processes he would go through while Hermione had advised him that he was grieving now in preparation for her death and he probably wouldn't mourn much when she actually did die. That thought had also made him physically sick.