Chapter 4
Livia and Draco had pretexted a need to talk on the next day, and left quick after eating their breakfest. Harry didn't really mind, but he couldn't stop thinking about how he felt so alone.
Slowly, he walked until the dungeon, which he particulary hated. He couldn't believe that his dormitory was there, while everyone else's seemed so welcoming. Draco, on the other hand, seemed totally in the right spot whenever he'd be there.
After saying the password, he entered the room but stopped dead in his track when he heard Livia's voice.
"He was supposed to go in Gryffindor, obviously."
"No. Slytherin is his place. He's Voldemort's product, don't you understand?" Draco argued.
"His dad was in Gryffindor. He is a Gryffindor at heart." Livia said again with a sigh.
"Than why did the sorting hat put him in Slytherin, huh?"
"It's a hat, Draco. It doesn't tell the truth, just what it thinks."
Harry heard the sound of someone falling on a couch, and he guessed it was Livia, tired of the discussion.
"But that's what happened, and that's how it's supposed to be." Draco said.
"He doesn't belong here." Livia said really low.
"Oh don't lie. You like that guy, no matter what you're trying to show."
"It has nothing to do with me! What am I supposed to answer him now, when he asks why everyone was silent when he got sorted?"
"Just tell him the truth." Draco answered, raising his shoulders.
"Did you see Dumbledore's face? Now everyone is so scared of what will happen, Draco."
"It's going to be fine. He's going to be on our side."
"NO! He's now on YOUR side, Draco."
Harry felt a lot of tension at that exact moment. He could feel Livia's anger run in his vein. How could two people talk about him like they had the right to decide what would happen? How could they just pretend they knew what was good for him?
"You know Voldemort will take over the magic world, someday." Draco said, with a inch of madness in his voice.
"He won't."
"I don't even understand why we're friends, Livia." Draco shook his head.
"My mom was a bad witch, and Voldemort killed her. That's why we're friends."
"He didn't. Your mother was found guilty. And she's not dead."
Draco seemed to be mad, at that point, like no one could ever say anything bad about the wizard that killed Harry's parent. He started to feel compassion for Livia, remembering how his parents got unfairly killed by the same wizard. The wizard with no heart.
"It's just like she was! She'll never get out of Azkaban!"
"Why do you care so much? You keep saying you hated your mother!"
A silence took place, and Harry felt his eyes burning, trying to stop the tears from falling on his cheeks.
"She's my mom... she'll always be my mom." Livia whispered.
None of them dared to say anything else for a while. Finally, Harry started to think he should just get in, but he didn't want to confront Draco. He didn't like his words, and the way he talked. He didn't like the conviction in his voice, and the way he seemed to always hit where it hurts.
"I'm going in my dorm." Draco said. "Crabbe and Goyle are waiting for me."
"Yea. Whatever." Livia said.
Harry heard Draco's footsteps and waited until they disapeared. He took a big breath and entered the room. Livia looked up at him and half-smiled, her eyes full of sadness.
Harry noticed a tear on her lips, and went to sit next to her.
"You heard everything, did you?"
Harry was speechless, he only nodded, looking at her.
"Draco isn't a bad guy. He's just... special."
Harry wanted to scream. He wanted to tell her that Draco had no right to talk to her like that. Deep down, he knew that somehow, he'd beat him up for being so crual. He didn't know yet just how much Draco could be mean.
"My dad is a good wizard, Harry." Livia looked up in his eyes.
"How many times did he tell my mom to give up... I can't count. But he loved her deeply. She was really scared. She was on Voldemort's side..."
"And your dad...?" Harry surprised himself to talk.
"My dad? My dad is..." Livia stopped herself and sighed. "My dad is Dumbledore's nephew."