"Something has changed about you son." Mum tells me, as we sit in front of the fireplace together, staring at the fire. I knew this conversation was going to be brought up. "You act more...grown. You carry yourself like a man now, is there something you are needing to tell me?" I think back to that night, holding her, loving her. Her legs intertwined with mine, the taste of salt on her lips as we both cry, going to a place we had never seen.
"No, mum." I answer. "My evening with Her..her went great, thank you." I catch myself, luckily, before she does.
"That's great." She replies. "Is she a pure-blood?" I knew that question was going to be brought up. How do I even go about answering it. I can't lie to her.
"I'm...I'm not quite sure mum. Can we stop talking about it please?" I snarl my nose like she hates, trying to think of an excuse to end this conversation. "She's just a stupid girl!" With that, I get up from my chair and stomp out of the room.
My dearest Hermione, My mother was asking questions today. She says I act more like a man, was wondering if you were pure-blood. I yelled at her. It hurt, seeing the pain in my mother's eyes, but I did what I must. Yours alone, M.
After reading the letter again, I slowly walked to my window, sending the young bird on his way. I want to scream. I want to scream and cry and hold her like I did that night. I want to run away with her, have many more nights of just laying beside her in bed. Quietly, I walk over to my bed, and lay down, waiting for an end to the pain.
"AHHH HA HA!" I wake up to Aunt Bel's evil laugh. "We have got him. The 'chosen one'" she snarls, is ours at last, I wanna make him suffer, make him scream and beg me for his life, before allowing the Dark Lord to finish him off!" My stomach drops. Hermione. I jump out of bed, running down the stairs, where my mom is sitting in her chair in front of the fireplace, and Aunt Bel is running around the room, dancing.
"What is the meaning of this?" I demand.
"Oh, silly boy, don't you forget. You are nothing here in this house anymore. You can't even kill."
"Don't speak to my son like that Bellatrix!" My mum replies, not taking her eyes off the fire. "Or you won't even know what the inside of this house looks like." Aunt Bel snarls her nose, looking at me disgusted.
"We will see one day what it's like, when your mother isn't here to protect you." she whispers, inaudible to my mother, who is still looking into the fire.
"We have got them, Miss Bellatrix" A young man in black states, pushing a disfigured Harry Potter forward.
"This isn't Harry Potter, you imbusal, what did you do to his face?" She looks at Harry, snarling her nose. He looks like his face is covered in warts, and one of his eyes, the one below his now hidden scar, is nearly swollen shut. I can't help but giggle at the sight. Aunt Bel turns around, giving me a dirty look.
"He was like that when we found him ma'am." The man answers, a fancy looking sword in his hand
"And what is that? Where did you get that?" She demands, losing all concentration on Harry.
"The...the boy had it on him. We took it, reward for us bringing him to you, I suppose." With that, Aunt Bel takes her wand, zapping the man dead.
"Where did you get the wand, Harry?" She asks him, getting down in his face, eye level to him. I can now see Weasley in the background, and then, my stomach drops, my face turns white, I feel like I'm going to puke and cry all at the same time. One of Aunt Bel's men is holding Hermione. "Fine, if you won't speak, I'm sure I can get the girl to. Your little girlfriend perhaps?" She says, grabbing Hermione by the arm. "Send these two to the dungeon, I think I'll have my way with this one first." With that, she laughs that evil laugh, my stomach tearing apart from the inside, my heart nearly beating out of my chest, I watch her lean in close to Hermione, sniffing up her chest to her face. "MUDBLOOD is what you are." She spats at Hermione. "And mudblood is what you shall be marked with." With that, she takes her knife, pushing Hermione onto the floor, and starts destroying Hermione's arm with the dagger. "Haha! Let's see here, M. U." I hear Hermione scream, tears streaming down my face.
"Mum, please, make her stop." I cry out, dropping to my knees by my mother's chair. She just looks at me, her eyes saying everything her mouth can't. That she wants to stop her, that if she speaks up, we will all three die. "This is war, my son. It hurts, but it must be done."
"D. B." Hermione screams, looking at me, her tear stained cheeks red from pain, her eyes begging me to make it stop, to finish her off just to end the pain.
"I don't know. I don't know." She screams out, the blood dripping from her arm.
"Well, looks like you don't bleed mud like the rumors say, huh?" Aunt Bel laughs. "L.O." My mother stands up, and wraps her arms around me, holding me as I watch the love of my life bleed out across the rock floor. The same floor I played on hundreds of times as a kid.
"That's the girl, mum." I cry, a whisper, into my mom's chest as she holds me close. "That's the girl that I love. She's dying."
"She's not dying, Draco." my mom whispers back, holding me, patting down my hair as I listen to the painful shrieks of Hermione begging for her life.
"O.D. Wow, we got a strong one here, Cissy." Aunt Bel laughs, "Gonna be fun killing this one. Oh," She stands up, and walks towards me, getting right up in my face. I can smell her breath. "Does wittle baby Dwaco have feelings for the half-bweed. Do you wanna give hew a good-bye kiss befowe she dies?" I get so angry, all I can see is red. I want to kill her, right where she stands, to cover the floor with her blood like she did Hermione's. Leaning my head back, I spit in her face. "Why you little! I have never! You will regret ever.." She points her wand at me, and I close my eyes, bracing myself for death. Right at that second, Harry, Ron, and our old house-elf Dobby come running in. The only thing that goes through my head is protecting Hermione, so as soon as Aunt Bel grabs her up, holding Hermione at wand-point, I jump in front of her, shooting my wand at Harry and Ron, anything I can do to keep them from missing their aim and accidently hurting Hermione. My mum, seeing what I am doing, jumps in beside me, shooting at them as well.
"No need for all that." Aunt Bel screams out, "Look what I've got." She has her wand digging into Hermione's neck, "And either one of you take one step closer, she's dead." She looks from Weasley to Potter, back to Weasley again. The room is silent all except for a squeek, squeek, squeek. We all look up, to where the sound is coming from, the chandelier.
"Harry Potter saved Dobby. Harry Potter's friends are Dobby's friends." A little voice peeps out of the chandelier, right before it drops in front of Aunt Bel, scaring her enough for Hermione to get free and run back to Harry and Ron's side. Quickly Dobby appears next to Harry, making all of them apparate, but not before Aunt Bel threw a dagger at them, it disappearing with them. Please, I thought to myself. Don't let it hit Hermione.