Chapter 15
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world obviously belongs to JK Rowling and not me. Obviously.
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Today was August 31st, a day normally spent in hasty preparation for the upcoming school year; but Leila found herself sitting at the breakfast table in the sitting room alone waiting for Draco. While things between them weren't exactly great, they were at least tolerable. The past week had brought about civil conversations, but nothing substantial and nothing heart-felt as things had been once-upon-a-time. Leila fidgeted with the napkin on her lap when Draco walked into the room looking rather pale and as if his thoughts were someplace else completely. He joined her at the breakfast table but remained quiet until Leila broke the silence.
"Any news on Harry?" Leila asked.
"Not as far as I've heard," Draco answered.
"I suppose sometimes no news is better than bad news," Leila sighed.
Draco nodded his head and reached for a muffin. Leila sighed and began to eat her breakfast in silence. When Draco had finished eating he set his napkin on the table and looked to Leila.
"We have business to attend to today," Draco said.
"Business, what kind of business?" Leila questioned.
"I suggest you wear something from the wardrobe of clothes Mother got for you," Draco commented.
"More tea?" Leila whined.
"No, we're going out," Draco responded.
"Out? That's bloody likely," Leila muttered.
"Like I said, we have some business that needs attending to," Draco said.
He abruptly stood up and walked to his room. Leila could tell that something was weighing on Draco's mind; but she had no idea what that could possibly be. He didn't really disclose personal information to her anymore; but even when they had been dating he hadn't always been willing to tell her his thoughts. She sighed and set her napkin back down on the table before she walked back to her room. Gently, she closed the door and walked over to the wardrobe. Opening the door, she stared at the expensive clothing inside. She knew that if the situation was normal, she would fight Draco on having to do what he wanted. But that was before. Before she had been held captive. Now, that spark was no longer in her. She didn't see the harm in doing as Draco asked, especially if it meant staying alive. That fire that had once been in her was seemingly dying. Her perspective on things had changed. It was no longer about what she wanted, it was about staying alive.
Leila carefully examined the clothes before her noting that there wasn't a pair of pants available to her. She wanted nothing more than to wear a pair of her Muggle jeans today, but she wasn't going to fight it. Instead, she picked out a grey plaid pencil skirt and paired it with a green sweater. Luckily, there were several pairs of flats in the wardrobe; at least the fact that her feet would be comfortable could console her. She grabbed a silver pair of flats before quickly wiggling out of her clothes and into the rather stiff clothing she had picked out. She left her long hair down, running her fingers through it as she examined her appearance once more in the mirror. She deemed herself acceptable for the unknown occasion before she walked back out into the sitting room. Draco was sitting on the sofa and a surprised look overcame his face when he saw Leila re-enter the sitting room.
"I—I didn't expect you to actually get ready," Draco commented.
"Well, I did. So what's so bloody important?" Leila questioned.
"We should go downstairs then. They're probably already waiting," Draco said.
"Who's waiting?" Leila asked worriedly.
"The Dark Lord isn't down there, if that's what you're wondering," Draco responded.
She nodded her head. It wasn't that she found Voldemort more terrifying the longer she was held captive; it was the fact that his ideas were starting to make some sense to her that scared her. No, it wasn't the blood purity issue that she agreed with; but the way he criticized love that somewhat intrigued her. Yes, she knew that love was the ultimate reason that she was still alive today; but being in love seemed pointless. What was the point in trusting someone to that extent only to have your heart shattered by betrayal? What was the point of any of it? Leila suddenly looked back up to find Draco gaze focused on hers.
"Sorry," Leila muttered.
Draco shrugged his shoulders and pulled out his wand. He aimed it at the door and muttered the word for the ward to come down. He opened the door and held it for Leila to walk through. Once they were in the corridor, Leila followed Draco. She silently followed him as he led her downstairs. Waiting for them downstairs were Narcissa, Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Greyback, and Snape. Bellatrix sneered at Leila causing her to freeze in place. Draco noticed Leila's apprehensiveness and offered her a reassuring nod, which did nothing to soothe Leila's nerves. Almost every time she had been in the same place as Bellatrix, she had been cursed. She remembered Greyback, especially from that night on the Astronomy Tower. Bellatrix began to circle around her so she stepped closer to Draco for some comfort. Bellatrix shoved her face right in front of Leila's causing Leila to instantly jump back. Bellatrix began to laugh as Snape walked over and pushed the older woman away from Leila.
"We were just having some fun," Bellatrix smirked.
"Now isn't the time," Snape drawled.
"I still don't see why we have to do this," Bellatrix scoffed.
"This is what the Dark Lord has ordered Bella. Are you really going to defy your master?" Snape questioned.
"I didn't say I wasn't going to do it, Snape. I said I don't understand why," Bellatrix sneered back.
"Who are we to question the Dark Lord's wishes?" Snape furthered.
"Let's get this over with then," Bellatrix said rolling her eyes.
Bellatrix walked out of room, but Greyback was the only one to follow after her. Leila took a deep breath, thankful that Draco's crazy aunt was no longer in the room. Narcissa handed her a black cloak which she swung over her shoulders and tied, making sure that it would stay in place. Apparently, they were going out, but Leila couldn't figure out where they were going. However, she did have quite the escort services. She was used to being surrounded by the Wizarding world's best Aurors, not the Dark Lord's best.
"We have a tight schedule to keep," Bellatrix hissed, poking her head back into the room.
"Draco, you understand what needs to be done?" Snape drawled.
"Yes, sir," Draco muttered.
Narcissa didn't reprimand her son for his lack of manners, which surprised Leila; whatever was about to happen must be big for Draco not to get reprimanded. Draco placed his hand on Leila's back and ushered her outside. Once they were out of the manor, Draco removed his hand from Leila's back. Outside, the rain gently poured and Leila lifted her face up to it. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt the rain. They walked down the walkway and came up to the gate. It didn't swing open for them, meaning that there must be some sort of wards surrounding it. Draco took hold of Leila's arm with his left hand and flicked his wand with his right. They quickly passed through the gate; but Leila could hear the metal creaking as the gate once more became solid.
"Don't let go," Draco whispered.
"You're the one holding on to my arm," Leila muttered.
"Leila, I'm serious, we're going to Apparate. You could…" Draco began.
"Get splinched, I know," Leila said.
"Just stay close to me and you won't get hurt," Draco said.
"Where are we going?" Leila questioned.
"You'll see," Draco sighed.
Leila looked before her to see Narcissa, Greyback, and Snape disapparate away. Bellatrix turned to them and narrowed her eyes at Leila. She then walked over before roughly grabbing Leila's arm.
"Wouldn't want the itty baby getting lost, now would we?" Bellatrix sneered.
"I can handle this," Draco muttered.
"I'll take it from here Draco," Bellatrix said.
Rather reluctantly Draco released Leila's arm. Panic began to run through Leila's body as she looked to Draco. No matter what the status of their relationship was, she felt far more comfortable with him. At least with Draco, she knew he cared no matter how hard he tried to show otherwise. Leila looked for him to make eye contact with her and when he looked to her, his expression read that she was going to be fine. Before she question him further Leila felt like she was being pressed hard from all directions and that she couldn't breathe. When the feeling finally subsided, her eyes were tightly closed and her free hand went to her ears. Every time she apparated her ears hurt, reminding her of the terrible ear infections she had as a child under the Dursleys care. Her eyes remained closed as she tried to calm herself down from feeling like she was going to vomit.
"I can take her now Auntie Bella," Draco said.
"Don't mess this up, Draco. The Dark Lord can only tolerate so much failure," Bellatrix hissed.
Leila felt Draco grab her free arm as Bellatrix released her other. She heard Bellatrix's heels click a few steps before stopping. Still feeling like she was going to vomit, Leila rested her head against whom she assumed to be Draco. As she did so, she could feel him stiffen.
"Leila?' Draco whispered.
"Sorry, I just feel like I'm going to vomit," Leila muttered.
"Just slowly open your eyes," Draco said.
She did as she was told, peeling her eyes open slowly. Her eyes focused on the building in front of her: Borgin and Burkes. She gasped at the sight, realizing that she was.
"I don't expect you to recognize where we are, but you will soon," Draco said.
"We're in Knockturn Alley," Leila whispered.
"Have you been here before?" Draco asked.
"Only once," Leila muttered.
"When?" Draco questioned.
Almost one year ago as she, Harry, Hermione, and Ron had followed Draco and Narcissa here from Ollivander's in Diagon Alley. The four of them hid under the Invisibility Cloak before climbing to the rooftop as Draco and the Death Eaters were in the Dark shop. At the time Ron had joked that Draco was simply a creepy bloke browsing for furniture. Yet Harry had been spot on about Draco being a Death Eater from that very moment. Draco looked to Leila for an answer but she shrugged her shoulders.
"Draco, we need to get moving," Narcissa called to her son.
Leila turned around to see that more Death Eaters had joined their small group. At least another dozen people had joined their ranks. She instinctively backed up and into Draco in fear. To be honest, Leila was terrified that something bad was going to happen.
"They're not going to harm you. Well, unless you decide to run off. Then they've been ordered to hex you," Draco said.
"That's easy for you to say," Leila muttered.
"Just stay beside me," Draco responded.
She looked to Draco's eyes for comfort. This was without a doubt, proof that she never had been the braver twin. What was she scared of? Being surrounded by Death Eaters? It's not like this was the first time this had happened, but she wanted nothing more than to feel safe. Draco's gaze locked with hers as he gently placed his hand on her back to lead her down the alley. As the group began to walk, Leila and Draco were circled by the Death Eaters. This was probably the tightest security detail she had up to this point. She could barely see where they were moving; mostly what she saw was long black swishing cloaks. Down the cobbled and windy streets of the alley they went. It was almost hard to tell the difference when they finally walked into Diagon Alley. The place that had once sparkled so vividly in her memory was just as drear as Knockturn Alley. The alley had once been full of magic and now the place was gloomy and dark. Leila looked down the alley and spotted Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. The place was closed, but her thoughts immediately turned to Fred. Merlin, she missed that boy. She missed his laugh and smile. She missed the way that he could make her laugh no matter how she was feeling. She missed….Leila was suddenly brought back to reality when Draco took her left hand in his right hand, intertwining their fingers.
"Don't give them a reason to hex you," Draco whispered.
Leila tried to remove her hand from Draco's but he wouldn't release hers.
"Let go," Leila hissed.
But Draco still wouldn't let go of her hand. Instead, he took a few steps down the cobbled road, dragging Leila behind him. Reluctantly, Leila caught up right to Draco's side with her hand still in his.
"Hem. Hem." A familiar voice echoed.
Leila instantly tensed up as Draco's hand tightened on hers. It couldn't really be who she thought it was, could it? Last time she had seen the person to whom the voice belonged was fifth year. Memories of the person instantly flooded through her head.
~*Flashback to 5th year*~
Leila sat in the putrid pink office that belonged to Professor Umbridge, High Inquisitor, or toad-woman; depending on who you talked to. Umbridge sat across the desk from her with a sickly sweet smile on her face; but Leila knew that woman was anything but pleased with her. Umbridge was a rule enforcer and Leila had broken one of the nasty woman's decrees. Educational Decree Number 27, to be exact. That particular decree stated that any student found in possession of the Quibbler was to be expelled. Leila and Harry had given an interview with Rita Skeeter on that night in the graveyard after the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament and that interview had been published in Lovegood's Quibbler. Granted, Harry talked for most of the interview; but her name was still attached to the article. Anyways, Leila had been carrying said magazine in her book bag.
She sat with her arms folded across her chest, refusing to drink the tea that Umbridge offered her. She wouldn't be in this situation if it hadn't been for Pansy Parkinson. That girl was so insecure that she made it her mission in life to make Leila as miserable as possible. Well, insecurity and jealousy. Parkinson was jealous that Leila was made the Slytherin prefect for their year and that she was partnered with Draco Malfoy. As if that made much of a difference anyways, Pansy had joined the Inquisitorial Squad and got to spend plenty of time with her git of a boyfriend there. Well, anyways, back to why Leila was sitting in Umbridge's office and how it was Pansy's fault. Leila had been minding her own business, walking with Neville Longbottom after Transfiguration when Pansy purposely ran into Neville. Neville fell on top of her which caused them both to fall to the ground. Leila's book bag was flung across the corridor causing the bag's contents to spill all over the stone floor. The magazine was in her bag at the time and of course it landed right at Umbridge's feet who happened to be marching down the corridor with Filch. And of course when Umbridge asked to whom the magazine belonged Parkinson tattled on her. The nasty woman had grabbed Leila by the arm and dragged her to the hideous office covered in cats.
"Miss Potter, I expected better from you," Umbridge sighed.
"You obviously don't know me very well then," Leila shrugged.
"You're a Slytherin prefect. You're supposed to be setting the example, not joining in the mutiny," Umbridge said.
Leila bit her tongue, holding back her retort. She wanted nothing more than to tell Umbridge that she was the reason for the mutiny, but that would be a bit reckless of her. She wasn't Harry after all.
"Now, Miss Potter, you can't expect me to bend the rules for you," Umbridge continued.
"I don't," Leila muttered.
"The consequence for your offense is expulsion. Such a shame too, being in the top of your class," Umbridge furthered.
"Hermione Granger is actually top of the class, ma'am," Leila responded.
"She doesn't really count, now does she?" Umbridge said.
Footsteps could be heard pounding up the stairs outside the office. A firm rap came at the door, which started Umbridge. The ugly woman giggled once before she stood-up and waddled over to the door. Leila turned around to see who Umbridge was greeting. She saw a blur of platinum blonde hair and groaned before turning back around. Just because she wasn't looking at them, didn't mean that she couldn't hear them.
"Mister Malfoy, if you have something to report it will have to wait until I'm done here with Miss Potter," Umbridge said.
"But this is about Leila," Draco said.
"Oh?" Umbridge questioned.
"Please, High Inquisitor, if I may come in," Draco responded.
"Very well then," Umbridge sighed.
The door opened further to allow Draco to enter. He walked in and stood behind the chair Leila sat in as Umbridge walked back to the chair behind her desk.
"Now what is this about, Mister Malfoy?" Umbridge asked.
"Leila Potter is being wrongfully accused of breaking Educational Decree Number 27," Draco stated.
Leila turned around and looked at Draco oddly. What exactly was he trying to do? Why was he sticking his neck out for her? Draco wouldn't make eye contact with her; instead he kept his gaze focused ahead on Umbridge.
"Mister Malfoy, I do not appreciate being lied to," Umbridge said.
"I'm not lying ma'am. I asked Leila to confiscate the contraband magazine. I had business to attend to and couldn't do it myself. I figured since Leila was my fellow prefect she could help me in this situation. I see that I was gravely mistaken in the matter," Draco lied.
"You want me to believe that you asked Miss Potter to confiscate this?" Umbridge asked.
"It's the truth ma'am; ask her yourself," Draco said smoothly.
"Miss Potter, where did you get this?" Umbridge questioned, holding the banned magazine up.
"I—I don't know. You'd have to ask Malfoy since he gave it to me," Leila lied.
She knew that lying wasn't the honorable thing to do; but in this situation, it was probably the best thing to do. Draco's lie could save her from being expelled. As much as she hated Hogwarts under Umbridge's regime, she couldn't stand to be expelled. The thought of failure and having to go back to hell at the Dursleys was unbearable; and the thought of disappointment from Remus and Sirius was unthinkable. Leila looked once more to Umbridge who didn't look fully convinced.
"And where did you find this, Mister Malfoy?" Umbridge questioned.
"It was on the floor in one of the corridors," Draco shrugged.
"Thank you for your enlightening information Mister Malfoy. That will be all for now," Umbridge excused him.
"But Leila…" Draco began.
"Will not be expelled today, thanks to your insight in the matter," Umbridge said narrowing her eyes at Leila.
"Can I go too?" Leila asked.
Umbridge with her eyes still narrowed reluctantly excused Leila, who followed Draco out of that horrid office. Leila followed him until they were in the corridor when she called after him.
"Malfoy!" Leila called.
"What?" Draco asked.
"What the hell was that?" Leila hissed.
"I'm sure you'll figure out a way to make it up to me someday, Leila," Draco drawled.
"In your dreams, Malfoy," Leila scoffed.
"You could make it up to me now by promising to marry me someday," Draco smirked.
Draco winked at Leila and walked away, leaving her standing in the corridor fuming.
~*End Flashback*~
"Do you have your permit?" the voice said in a fake sweet voice.
Leila cringed at the sound of Umbridge's voice. Draco's thumb brushed over the faded scars on her left hand from punishments he hadn't been able to save her from. It was as if he knew what she was thinking; that he knew that her thoughts were being forced back to fifth year. Merlin, she hated that woman. Even though she had scars to prove how despicable that woman was to her; the incident she had thought of was only one of many times Draco had saved her arse from Umbridge.
"I thought we struck a bargain last time," another familiar voice said.
"Whatever you're referring to was only a one time think, Mundungus," Umbridge said.
"No! No! I have you that locket. You said…" Dung began.
"You may have returned a lost family heirloom, but that isn't going to help you now," Umbridge furthered.
"But it's value…" Dung began again.
"Either you have the proper permit or you don't," Umbridge said coldly.
"Give it back then!" Dung shouted.
Leila turned to look at the scene as Mundungus Fletcher lunged at Umbridge in her hoity-toity pink dress-suit through a break in the Death Eaters surrounding her. Dung had a slight hold on the locket, causing Leila to get a brief glimpse of it. She gasped as her mind flashed-back to that night in the cave. The locket around Umbridge's neck looked exactly like the one she, Harry, and Dumbledore had collected that night in the cave. Did that mean Umbridge had the real Horcrux? Leila moved to head in the direction of the toad-woman, when Draco who was still holding her hand jerked her back,
"Leila you can't," Draco hissed.
"You don't understand," Leila hissed back.
"I know what she's done to you; but now isn't the time for revenge," Draco said.
Draco didn't understand. This wasn't about revenge! This was about a bloody Horcrux! This was about destroying Voldemort! But Draco didn't know that. Leila looked up at Draco, who looked down to her. Looking at him, caused Leila to process her thoughts. She was being irrational. She couldn't waltz back to Voldemort carrying one of his Horcruxes. Then he would know that they were onto his secret. Besides, the consequences for herself would be fatal. She didn't have a chance of escaping Voldemort's top Death Eaters and then Voldemort's wrath itself frightened her. She knew Harry wouldn't give in. Harry would keep attempting to get the Horcrux; but she wasn't Harry. She was Leila, and a Leila whose spirit was beginning to crumble.
"You're right," Leila muttered.
Draco nodded his head and continued to lead Leila down the dreary alley with the Death Eaters still surrounding them. Besides, Mundungus, who had fled; Leila hadn't spotted one Order Member. Did they not care that she was being held captive? Did they really believe the lies the Daily Prophet had been spreading about her? Suddenly, she heard a squeal from Mundungus and then a popping noise. She turned around to find Umbridge alone with a scowl on her face. The locket dangled from the ugly woman's neck. How had that nasty piece of work gotten her hands on that? From what she had overheard, Mundungus Fletcher had given it to her as a payment of some sort. But how had he gotten the locket?
She tried to piece together what she knew. The fake locket was taken by R.A.B. and from the information she had gathered, this R.A.B. bloke pointed to Regulus Black, Sirius' brother. What was the connection between Dung and Regulus? Leila's eyes widened. Dung had taken objects from Grimmauld Place last year! Someone Mundungus had gotten his hands on the locket and was then trying to pawn it off! Damn him. She should've let Harry maul him last year on their Hogsmeade weekend. Maybe then he would've gotten the locket back and then it wouldn't be in Umbridge's possession now. Leila wondered if Harry, Hermione, and Ron knew the whereabouts of this locket; unless of course, Dung had somehow gotten his hands on the fake. But that possibility seemed more far-fetched than the possibility of Umbridge having the original locket.
Leila was knocked out her reverie when they suddenly stopped outside of Gringotts. The Death Eaters slightly dispersed, but Draco kept a firm grasp on Leila's hand. She looked to him in confusion, he appeared to be sweating and pale. With the hand that wasn't clinging to Leila's he pinched the bridge of his nose. When he opened his eyes, they locked with Leila's as his hand moved to adjust his tie. He roughly adjusted the tie, so much so that his Slytherin tie pin fell to the ground. He inhaled slowly before releasing Leila's hand as he knelt to the ground to pick-up his tie pin. On one knee, he put his tie-pin back in place. He then reached his left hand up for Leila to grab.
"H-help me up, will you?" Draco stuttered.
Their eyes locked on each other, as Leila slightly smirked. This reminded her of how they first met: when he had run into her and demanded that she help him up. She reached across her body with her left hand and grasped his hand. He held tightly to her hand for a few moments, when clicking noises started. The clicking noises were followed by flashes and puffs of smoke. Draco pulled himself up off the ground with a very little assistance from Leila. He wrapped his arm around her waist and quickly ushered her into the bank. It was as if he was trying to protect her from something. Draco held her so close, that she couldn't even turn around to see what had caused the fuss. Once they were safely inside the bank, Draco released his arm from around her waist and looked straight forward, not even glancing at Leila. She folded her arms across her chest and huffed as Bellatrix walked down the aisle with desks of goblins on either side. Someone pushed her forward, but she was surprised to see that it wasn't Draco; but rather Snape.
"Don't touch me," Leila hissed.
"Then move," Snape drawled.
Leila sneered at her former professor before following in line behind Narcissa. They walked-up to the head goblin, who sat at the high desk. Bellatrix slammed her fist against the desk to get the immediate attention of the goblin. Leila recognized the goblin to be the one that helped her and Harry on their very first visit to Gringotts. She had never been too fond of that goblin, always seemed to be a bit of a creep.
"Madam. Lestrange, how can I help you?" the goblin asked.
"The Potter vault, we need to enter it," Bellatrix said.
"Does Miss Potter have her key?" the goblin asked.
"No, but we do have her wand," Bellatrix said.
Bellatrix motioned to Snape to hand something over. Snape opened his cloak and pulled her wand out of his pocket. Leila made no attempt to lunge for her wand, seeing as there was no point to doing so. Any attempt would just prove futile and probably cause pain or even worse to be inflicted upon her. Bellatrix snatched the wand from Snape's hand and tossed it up to the goblin. The goblin examined the wand and nodded.
"I'm afraid a key is required for this particular vault," the goblin spoke.
"You filthy creature!" Bellatrix screamed.
With her own wand, Bellatrix shot a spell at the goblin causing a rope to be tied tightly around his neck. She yanked at her wand, causing the goblin to topple onto the desk as he gasped for breath.
"We have the girl and her wand; you will allow us access to the vault," Bellatrix hissed.
"You can access the vault if you have the key, otherwise you may enter your own vault or face the consequences if you go below," the goblin choked.
Bellatrix released the goblin from her curse before lunging at Leila. She grabbed Leila by the throat pinning her against a nearby desk.
"Where's your key?" Bellatrix hissed.
"H—Ha—Harry has it," Leila choked out the lie.
The older woman didn't seem to believe her by the expression on her face; but Snape quickly intervened and pushed the crazy woman off her. Leila fell in a heap to the floor as she held her throat gasping for air. Snape reached for Leila's wand and placed it back in his pocket.
"Now isn't the time," Snape drawled.
"We need that key to make sure Potter can't access his funds," Bellatrix sneered.
"Potter would be a fool to step foot in Diagon Alley," Snape said.
"According to you, that's exactly what he is!" Bellatrix hissed.
"Enough! We've done what we could," Narcissa interrupted.
Snape and Bellatrix glared at each other for a few moments, before Snape walked over to Leila and grabbed her upper arm and helped the girl to her feet. Leila looked to see where Draco had disappeared off to. She didn't spot him anywhere in the bank. Bellatrix stomped out of the bank, followed by Narcissa who walked gracefully. Snape ushered her out of the building; but Leila couldn't help but feel as if all eyes were on her. What if the goblins told others that she was seen with the innermost circle of Lord Voldemort? People would really start to question her loyalty. Once they were outside and back into Diagon Alley, the large crowd of Death Eaters merged once more; but Draco was not a part of this group. Leila wondered where he had wandered off to.
"I'll escort Potter back to the Manor, Narcissa. I believe you have some shopping to attend to," Snape drawled.
"Of course, Severus," Narcissa nodded.
With his grasp on Leila's arm tightening, she recognized the sensation of Apparating. They Apparated just outside the gates of Malfoy Manor as Snape raised his wand once more and ushered her through the gates. Once they were past, once again the metal began to take its solid shape again. Snape walked with Leila into the house and upstairs to her room. She walked into the room and expected Snape to leave her alone, but he didn't. Instead, he followed her inside and set the wards. Leila glared at him with her emerald green eyes. Snape had to refocus his thoughts because in that moment, she looked so much like Lily did on the last day of their friendship. Lily's eyes then and Leila's eyes now were filled with hatred and coldness.
"What was the point of all that?" Leila questioned.
"You'll find out in due time," Snape drawled.
"Leave me alone!" Leila hissed.
"I'll leave in a moment; but don't think that this means it will be for good. You and I will be seeing a great deal of each other, Miss Potter," Snape said.
"What, are you becoming mine and Draco's roommate?" Leila scoffed.
"Close, after much deliberation with the Dark Lord you are being moved to Hogwarts where you will continue your classes," Snape responded.
"I don't want to go," Leila said narrowing her eyes.
"You don't have a choice in the matter. Narcissa is shopping for your supplies as we speak," Snape said.
"I'm not going," Leila pouted.
"I can see that you're not going to be civil about this so we'll discuss this further tomorrow," Snape spoke.
"I'd rather die," Leila hissed.
Leila marched over to her room and slammed the door. She had no idea what was going on, or why the Voldemort was forcing her to go to Hogwarts. The last thing she wanted was to go back there. Everything would have changed; besides, they would never allow her to mingle with her former friends. They would probably all believe she had betrayed them; but in a sense she had. She had basically given up hope; which in a sense was a betrayal to herself and everyone she cared about.