Chapter 17
I sat at lunch alone. I was in a bad mood. Draco came up beside me.
"Can I sit down?" He asked.
I didn't answer, just gestured to the seat next to me.
"So how are you?" Draco asked in an overly cheerful voice.
"How the hell do you think I am?"
He stopped cold. "I ... I got two waffles, do you want one?"
"No." I said meanly. "I just hope she's suffering as much as I am."
Draco reached over and put his hand on mine. "Sydney, you have to know something. Morgan's not guilty."
I locked eyes with him in a death gaze. "Little do you know. She murdered my mother."
"Sydney..."
"SHE MURDERED MY MOTHER!" I yelled yanking my hand away."
"She didn't Sydney." Draco said safely.
"Don't tell me she didn't kill my mother. I saw her there, is aw her putting away her wand after my mother was crushed! So don't tell me she didn't kill my fucking mother." I said in a deadly calm voice.
Draco looked taken aback. I had rendered him speechless, a Malfoy speechless, I almost laughed. Almost. I stood up close to tears.
"She'll get what's coming to her." I said, and walked away.
I walked down to the lake and took a seat on the shore. I picked up a rock and threw it to the squid, catching the rock as he threw it back. This kept going on as I was thrown into my memories of the past. I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear the footsteps approaching or the identifying swish of robes. I was snapped out of my thoughts as someone sat beside me and cleared their throat. It was my father.
"What do you want?" I snapped.
He didn't say anything for a minute. I glared at him. He looked like he was debating with himself. I jumped up.
"If you have something to say you might as well say it!" I demanded. "Morgan might as well have told me she's a lying murderer! I hate it when people lie!"
I went to move away.
"Sydney..." He called softly. I turned.
"I know what you're thinking about Olivia... She didn't die because you dragged her to the mall."
"No, she died because that evil..."
Snape sighed, and stood up.
"You're leaving." I said, disappointed and ready to break. "Everybody always leaves me!"
I ran from him, needing the comfort he'd never shown, that I knew he'd never show.
Weeks later at the trial
I entered the courtroom, Draco on my right, holding my hand, Snape on my left looking his usual menacing self. I hadn't talked to him since that day by the lake. The day I was trying my hardest to forget. It wasn't working very well. All I wanted was a father, someone to love me and care for me. He wouldn't. I squeezed Draco's hand and desperately pleaded for this day to be over and for Morgan to get everything she deserved. Why should she have life for her murder, when I was robbed of my mother?
We took seats in the second row and watched a Morgan was strapped to the chair on the middle of the circular room. I wanted to get up and yell at her, curse her but Draco kept his hand firmly in mine, caressing the back of my hand with his thumb.
Then the judges started to file in and take their seats in a semi circle around the prisoner. The trial started and the witnesses testified. I didn't listen to the testimonies, instead I watched Morgan. She had the same blank look on her face the whole time and even when she was testifying in her defense the same look remained.
Her look only changed when Harry was mentioned and even then it was a look of extreme sadness. I didn't recognize it then. In my overwhelming hatred but later as I was sorting through the memories in my head I realized what I saw was love. Morgan was in love with Harry. Then I heard it. The words I'd been waiting to hear.
"Morgan Lewis, we sentence you to the Dementor's kiss."
I should have been happy when I heard the verdict, but something inside me just wouldn't let me be. I glanced at Draco. He looked stunned. I knew it meant a fate worse than death for her. I thought she deserved death- she killed my mother. Why wasn't I happy? Why was I sad she would be sentenced to that?