A/N: Hello, all! Welcome to the fourth chapter of Finding Draco! I do hope you enjoy :).
Narcissa nodded, and gathered her papers. "I see. Please, be careful, Harry. I don't want you hurt. I know I can't stop you. I wish you the best of luck, and please contact me as quickly as possible, so I'm posted." She stood up, and embraced Harry, before she stepped back and disappeared through the flames.
Harry looked at the dying flames, before he grabbed his jacket and headed to where he knew he could reach Azkaban. He wanted his answers.
"I'm here to see Romilda Vane." He was thankful the Dementors were gone, because he didn't think he would be standing upright if they were. Even now he felt dizzy and sick to his stomach, all because of some Portkeys. After nearly half an hour, he was shown to a room where Romilda was brought to. Harry drummed his fingers on his arm, anticipation making his heart race. A moment later he was led into a well lit room. Before he had stepped foot in the room, the guard had told him she was put under a few spells for his and her safety. Harry had only nodded.
But when he stepped foot in the room, he nearly couldn't believe why she was put under those spells, but with him being an Auror he knew that the more innocent they looked, the worse they were. "Hello, Romilda," he said pleasantly as he sat down, while the guard closed the door and disappeared, leaving only the two of them.
Her eyes swivelled his way, and widened. "Harry! You've come to save me, haven't you?"
He didn't acknowledge the question. "Romilda, I have to ask you. Are the accusations you've been charged with correct?"
Her lips twitched in what could've been an ugly sneer, but she restrained herself. She shook her head, her dark curls bouncing up and down. "Don't talk about those. No, no, no. Where have my manners been? I didn't ask you how you were… How are you, Harry? I haven't seen you in a while."
The dark haired man nearly decided to push his will, but decided against it at the last moment. "I'm doing fine, thank you very much. Just a bit tired, but all is well. But enough about me, how are you?"
She giggled and covered her face with her hands, while she peeked through her fingers, as if he gave her a huge compliment and she was embarrassed. "Could be better. But you're here now, so I could be worse!" Romilda removed her hands, and reached out. At least, she tried to, since her hand encountered some kind of barrier. She looked at him with tearful eyes. "I can't even touch you," she mumbled, nearly incoherent. When another attempt failed, she begged. "Harry, please, let them release their spells from me. I won't do a thing, I promise!"
Harry shook his head. "I can't, and they won't. You're a prisoner, and for some good reasons, too."
Her eyes hardened in a split second. "They shouldn't. I would never try to hurt you. Not in any way. I love you."
"If you love me that much, then why don't you tell me who you threatened. Who did you try to save me from?" It was the perfect opportunity to try and wriggle out an answer out of her.
She went back to the teary-eyed girl act, and she stared at him while her eyes were as huge as saucers. "Because he doesn't love you like I do. He could never muster up that much love for you, but I can! I can love you like no other, and I can be the mother of your children. He doesn't deserve the love you bestowed on him, and he's going to pay for that." Her chest heaved up and down as if she had ran a marathon.
Harry's heart rate sped up, and he couldn't contain his nagging curiosity. "Who doesn't deserve my love? Who could be less like you, Romilda? Who could ever hope to be better than you?" He nearly grimaced, and had to turn his face a bit to hide his disgust.
She fluttered her eyelashes, and rested her head on her hand, as if she was going to share something priceless. "If I told you, would you go back to him, and leave me all behind? Would you rescue him, and decide that I'm not worth saving? That I was a bad girl by doing those things?"
Harry tried to school his features in gentleness. "Not at all, Romilda. I just want to hear your side of the story. That's all I want."
"If you want to, okay, then. I'll tell you what happened! But you must promise me that you try and arrange something for me. I don't want to be in Azkaban any longer." Her voice was sugary sweet, and Harry could only nod, body taut with anticipation. "I'll do whatever I can."
She nodded, pleased with her demand and the answer. "So, a few years ago I came across a small article in the Daily Prophet. I read it through, and it told about the relationship between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. I was mad, of course, because you belonged to me, but I figured I could try and form a plan. A plan which couldn't fail, of course." Her tone became darker with the minute.
"So, I planned and planned, until I came up with the perfect thing. Why couldn't I just make Malfoy disappear? It was the perfect plan, but how to go about it? It wasn't that difficult. I was friends with Seamus at the time… And he was a friend of you, of course. He told me how happy you were, and when I convinced him to let Malfoy meet me, he told me a time and a place. The bastard was smarter than he looked. But I managed to grab a hold of him. I told him to leave the country, or I would harm those he loved. How the hell was I supposed to know you carried his child. He thought I was talking about the baby. Little did I know about the brat. So I told him to leave the country, or I would hurt the baby. I put a Monitoring Spell on him so I would know he kept his word. He disappeared within two days." She snorted, before her tone dropped into a sickly whisper. "And then, only a few weeks later, they knew what I was doing. I was charged with those horrible accusations, and then I was put behind bars, here, in Azkaban. But they didn't realise that I should be the one to carry a baby. Your baby. When I heard you carried his, I knew you were being fed some love potion. And I acted."
"Alright, thanks for your story, Romilda. I'll see what I can do."
She smiled. "Thanks, Harry! I knew you were going to pick me over him. What did you do to the child? Abort it?"
Harry hurried out of the room. He was shaking like a leaf, and he thought he might be sick. About a dozen different emotions flitted through his brain, none at all positive. He was abhorred and sick to his stomach that some one, and that some one was Romilda, wanted Draco gone, and his child dead. God, he had to find his mate. But first he needed to do something. He needed to make sure that the person in the other room would never get to him, Liliath, or Draco. The dark haired man clutched his stomach and hissed lowly. Whatever person she had been in Hogwarts, that person was obviously long dead.
A/N: Tsk, tsk. Have a nice day!