Evocation 07

• Confessions •

"And what if I was to tell you that I could just as easily rid myself of you completely? It would be much easier not to have to worry about legally removing you from the trust."

"I am your mother," she snapped.

"And you've taught me well."

Harry's eyes widened. He knew Draco lusted for power – but to take over the Malfoy estate by getting rid of his mother, even Harry couldn't be sure that Draco would do such a thing,

"And I'll hold no blame. Your lover's wand makes a great weapon to use. I will hold no accountability to it."

Harry flinched. Draco must have seen it there, and even moved around the bed until he was in a positioned where he could get to it before she could.

"It's a shame he forgot it. Maybe if he returns I'll kill him too and claim that I found him just as he used the curse on you, and killed him as well."

"You'll do no such thing," she hissed venomously. "You are my son."

"And you've betrayed my father's memory; you deserve nothing less than death."

She spat at him, he could hear it spatter on his face and the silence afterwards. She growled after a few seconds, probably when he'd raised his wand. Harry was having a hard time staying still, he couldn't see her die. "Your father betrayed me long before he died, do you think there's a reason I've only had one child? He insured that I only had one child, a son. He even made sure that the first time I became pregnant she died, because it was a she. One child, a son, that's all he would allow for. I quit caring for your father from that moment."

More silence, and both Draco and Harry were stunned even more than they had been before by the things that had been said. "I've found someone I love."

Harry blinked and gaped. He blinked again, and a memory of the night before suddenly filled him.

She'd been laying next to him after a particularly vigorous session of sex and she kissed his cheek. Harry was barely awake at the time, but now he vividly remembered the words she'd spoken to him.

I love you.

At the time he'd been too exhausted for words or thoughts, and he'd forgotten the words until that moment.

"And he loves her back," Harry whispered, realizing the truth of it. After everything he'd remembered he knew there was no doubt about it. He huffed and swung the door open fully, marching into the room where Narcissa and Draco were.

"Someone that won't let her die, while he hides in the shadows," he announced, surprising the both of them.

Draco let out sound that could be construed as a scream, though it sounded more like a choking pigs cry. "Harry Potter?!" He screamed in fury. "The man who killed my father? He's not even pureblooded!"

He looked absolutely furious, and then his eyes lit in a sickening glee. He laughed and raised Harry's wand, speaking words to the spell Harry hated most of all. Avada Kedavra.

With a burst of speed Harry threw himself forward onto the bed, right in between the two of them. He felt the spell strike him in his back, he didn't care, nor was he worried. He smiled at her as his back arched in tremendous pain. There eyes connected and he fell onto her. "Someone that loves her," he whispered into her ear as he blacked out.

• Updated 2004.11.24 •