Part 4

"A few months ago I became really ill. I had never been so before, therefore hadn't been in hospital since I was born. The Healers took samples of my blood to analyse it, so they could diagnose me. My illness was curable enough, and after about 6 weeks I was as good as new".

Cameron shuffled a little, looking everywhere, except at Draco.

"The Healers had found something in my blood and they summoned the Healer who had delivered me to confirm that they was not a mistake. He said that the day I had been born he was looking out of the hospital window to the Muggle street and saw a woman and her husband. The woman was obviously in labour and there was no muggle hospital for miles. He wanted to bring her in and deliver the baby, put her out of pain. The Healers were dead against this as the couple were muggle and would know about the magical community if they brought into St Mungos".

She stared in to the fire, twiddling the edge of her jumper.

"Well, he did it anyway. And in his efforts to hide the child and deliver me, he-he mixed us up".

For the first time she looked directly at Draco, who stared incredulously at her. Disbelief was etched onto every inch of his pale face.

Cameron continued. "You know when magical children are born into Muggle families their bodies have been prepared for generations to withstand the magical upsurge. Well with me they're sure I would have given birth to magical children because I was that close to being magical myself. All I needed was something to push me over the top, and because magical parents had raised me, the magical influence, made me a witch. They didn't know the difference until a few months ago, and because they're hung up on this 'Pureblood' thing they abandoned me. I wanted to join the Dark Side because I wanted to get close enough to them to exact revenge. To prove that I could do exactly what they had always wanted me to do, even though I was a muggle".

There was a long, torturous, drawn out silence in which Draco walked shakily over to the door and opened it.

"Leave" he whispered looking at the floor.

Without begging she ran through the door.

Draco closed it and leaning against it listened to her echoing cry.

He wasn't surprised that the emotion he had held back showed itself in a waterfall of tears streaming from his own eyes.