"So, what happened to your mum?"
Trinity looked up at Draco who was sitting across from her, munching on a chocolate frog.
This had become their meeting place, an alleyway in Hogsmeade. It was quiet and people paid no attention to them.
Draco looked over at her. "Hmm?"
"Your mum. You've told me about your dad and you, but you never mentioned anything about your mum."
Draco looked away from her towards the opening of the alleyway. "She's gone."
"Gone?"
"Dead."
"I'm sorry. . . . How did it happen?"
"She did it."
"Oh."
Trinity fell silent, concentrating on her jelly beans. But Draco continued to talk about it. "She said she couldn't take it anymore, the war. So she used a knife and killed herself."
"I'm sorry."
"No use in being sorry. It's not going to bring her back."
They fell silent. Trinity didn't bring it up again, preferring her conversations with the much happier Draco Malfoy.
She was surprised she trusted him, after all Harry, Hermione, and Ron had said about him. But he was family. Why shouldn't you be able to trust family?
Draco got up, dusting snow and dirt off his pants and cloak. Holding his hand out to her he said, "Come on, I'll buy you some hot chocolate."
Trinity gave him a rare smile and took his hand.
Yeah.
Why shouldn't you be able to trust family?