Chapter Twenty-Two:

"Cilwenu?" Draco yelled, pushing himself into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, tossing his head from side to side. There was no sight of here anywhere in the entrance, and it seemed darker in that bathroom than normal. She had been there, but if Cilwenu still was, there was absolutely no sign of her at that point.

Harry followed him there, the others having parted to look elsewhere. He watched Draco panic, searching frantically for his girlfriend… that he so obviously cared about. It was touching really. Harry had rarely seen Draco take such care into another person other than himself. Refreshing, in a way.

"She's not in here, Potter…" Draco growled, turning to look at the dark-haired boy with angry eyes. He lunged forth with his wand, tears stinging the crooks of his eyes. "If you lied to me, I swear I'll petrify you…"

Harry shook her head, "I don't see her anywhere else on the map."

"Let me see that bloody map!" Draco growled more, snatching the parchment from Harry's fingers. Draco scanned it several times, and tossed it to the floor when he saw no sight of Cilwenu anywhere.

Myrtle giggled from where she levitated, and covered her lips while adjusting her glasses simultaneously. Harry bent forwards and scooped it back up. He uttered something beneath his breath, and glared at Draco from behind.

Draco jerked, and stood next to Harry out of shock. Harry shook his head, stifling the chuckle threatening to leap from his lips.

"If it isn't that dreadful Draco Malfoy boy." Myrtle cooed. She swooped down low enough to come face to face with the platinum blonde boy. Draco flinched, and grasped for his wand hidden beneath his cloak sleeve.

Myrtle shook her head, giggling all the more, and walked through Draco's entire being. Draco lost his breath for a moment. He shivered with a chill, and brushed himself of frantically, knocking Harry almost to the floor. Harry mumbled something beneath his breath, low enough to where only he could hear himself.

"Bloody fucking ghoul… you tell me where Cilwenu is!"

"She was rather dreadful too… both so…. dreadful." Myrtle lay in dead air, swinging her feet. "She is not here."

Draco sneered, "Where is she then?"

"I can tell you where Cilwenu is."

"Give me the locket." Cilwenu demanded, with her arm outstretched towards her father, who had only just finished telling Cilwenu all she needed to know about her mother.

Severus sighed. He looked down at her, seeing her tears flow freely at the conclusion of memories she barely remembered. had it not been for the scowl plastered on her lips, he would have been able to see the glimmer of relief in her expression upon hearing the truth.

It was all she wanted to know. But she still felt hurt.

"It is mine, yes?" Cilwenu said again, wiggling her arm, "Give me the locket!"

"I understand if you are angry-"

"No! You don't understand. How can you tell me something like that and then expect me to not be the slightest bit angry!" Cilwenu sobbed. She let her arm fall. Her shoulders trembled, and she bowed her head in defeat.

Her mother.

"She… she killed herself, I know it." Cilwenu said.

Severus felt something inside of him break. All those years he thought about the similar thing. He wouldn't have told Cilwenu the truth if he had known she would react like the way she was. Although, Cilwenu would have most likely pried more, pushed more, demanded more.

"I'm not angry… I'm not angry."

"Cilwenu." Severus murmured.

She shook her head.

"She knew all along that she was going to lose me.. She knew all along… and she didn't stop herself…" Cilwenu cried. She felt her heart shattering right there on the spot, crumbling inside of her chest like glass falling to the stone floor beneath her. It was more than she could handle, and she started to lose it right there in that classroom.

"Cilwenu… she said she didn't know how it was going to happen…"

"YOU BELIEVE THAT FOR ONE SECOND?" Cilwenu lashed, throwing her arms at her side and kicking her heel against one of the table chairs.

She was fuming with hurt, with rage, and all she wanted to do was scream.

"C-"

"How dare you! I don't care what my mother told you thirteen years ago… you still had no right to obliviate me… all this time I believed my mother died before I had a chance to see her… before she even got to hold me… and it was a LIE!" Her voice was louder than she estimated, and Cilwenu tried her hardest to lower it, even just one smidge lower.

Without another thought, Cilwenu rushed out of the classroom. Her heart, still thudding, nearly suffocated her, and only feet away from her father's classroom., Cilwenu fell completely down, and pulled her knees to her chest. She was crying again, unable to register the detention bell, and the crowd of students walking past her in the halls.

Note: Sorry this is short. Buuuut. I wanted to break it off. I want when Draco finds her to be a whole separate chapter. Well, technically.