His mother was sitting in his father's chair next to the fireplace when he went downstairs hours later. He looked at her and realized that just like his father in his dream, she was also thinning. She looked up at him and then her glance moved towards the fireplace, an awkward silence filled the room. He sat down on the floor right next to her and stared in the fire with her.
"Your father's trial is going to be held on Friday Draco, and he wants you to be there." Narcissa said in a tone that was close to a whisper. He nodded and continued to stare into the fire. " I know how hard this has been for you Draco and your father and I hope you wont do anything drastic like putting a hex on that Potter boy, he is not worth it. You are a Malfoy and doing that would be bringing the good family name down." His mother said in a now serious voice. "The family name has been already lost all its credit when father was put in jail!" he screamed, now on his feet. His mother looked at him and then back into the fire. He stormed off, he didn't care anymore. Guilt quickly blanketed him and made him look back at his mother who, from the looks of it, was trying to attempt suicide again. Her wand was pointed at her wrist and soon enough some blood started to come out, but not enough to kill her. "She can't bring herself to do it, that's why she keeps failing. ", thought Draco and with that he continued his journey into his room. When he got there he threw himself onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, regretting what he did in the study. He turned over and when he did he was face to face with Kreacher who had an evil smile on his face. "What do you want? "Draco asked him, Kreacher continued to smile. He shook his head and turned over in the opposite direction. " Harry, oh Harry! Isn't that what master was screaming in his sleep last night?" Draco turned over again to look at the house elf, which now had an even bigger grin on his face. " Have you been spying on me you dratted little." "Kreacher didn't have to spy on Master to hear him " Kreacher interrupted. Draco looked at the elf in disbelief. "GET OUT KREACHER AND DON'T YOU EVER COME BACK!" screamed Draco. The house elf looked at him one more time, snapped his fingers, and vanished. His heart was pounding and he was so pissed yet scared at the same time. "What if Kreacher tells my mother?" Draco thought, now shaking and breaking into a cold sweat.
What seemed like hours later, Narcissa knocked on Draco's door. Scared, Draco quickly sat up on his bed. His mother walked in and Draco braced himself for his mothers yelling, but it never came. Instead she sat on his bed and soothingly said, "Your father thinks it would be best if you stayed at Snape's place for the rest of summer break. You will, of coarse, still attend his trial." Draco looked into his mother's eyes and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He opened his mouth once more and the word "Why?" emerged from it. His mother looked at him once more, this time there were visible tears in her eyes. " Dumbledore still thinks Snape is on his side, the old fool. But Snape is really spying for Lord Voldemort. Anyway, it'll look good if you were to stay with someone who is thought to be on Dumbledore's side. It will help your father's case." he looked down at his feet. As much as he would hate to admit it, he didn't want to leave his mother's side. "Pack your things, you will leave by floo powder in one hour exactly."and with that she left.
He looked around his room and minutes later decided to pack his things. He couldn't believe all this was happening; it was like a nightmare that refused to end no matter how hard you try to wake yourself from it. When he was done packing he walked down the stairs and met his mother in the study. She was waiting for him, a black velvet pouch clutched in her fragile hands. He took a breath and opened his hands for her so she could give him some powder. He threw them into the flames, which turned green. He looked at her once more and then said "Snapes!" And was gone.