F O R B I D D E N L O V E - Draco Malfoy x Daisy Diggory

rosediggory

i- all i can say is good luck

pov of cedric diggory
Our home hadn't changed a bit, the overgrown plants still wrapped the old stone of the cottage-looking building. The vines made home feel like it was enchanted, and sometimes it seems like it too.

Mother planted the vines around the home when they were just sprouts. She passed 7 or 8 years after, and since my father has no experience with gardening, they became untamable. My father refuses to cut them down, however, he claims they remind him of the day Daisy was born, but he'll never explain to me exactly why.

I further inspected the vines as walked down the path to the front door. I had just apparated to this location moments ago, so my head was still whirling from the twisting thrill of the apparation process.

I set my heavy trunk to my side, and lifted a fist to the wooden doorway, but before I can knock, my father opens the door. "Well well well, if it isn't my favorite son!" He chuckles, stepping out of the doorway to reach for my luggage. He lifts my trunk with his better arm, and start back into the home.

"Father, I'm your only son!" I laugh as he sets my trunk by the staircase. "I'll take that up later," I add, patting his shoulder. He turns to look at me, placing both of his hands on either of my shoulders.

"You need to stop getting older. Before you know it, both of my babies will have their own homes and families, and I'll really be all alone!" he chuckles. I brush off his grasp and walk into the living room. There sat my favorite spot on the old vintage couch. I grab the arm rest and lower my self into the seat, smiling. Father sits in his rocker on the opposite side of the room.

"I'm gonna say it, I wish Daisy were here," Father sighs, placing his head onto his palm.

"Me too, but she'll be home after Christmas." I lean back onto the back support of the chair and breathe deeply. Anxiety grows in my gut when I remember something. "So, are you going to tell me why you needed Daisy's hair sample."

"Speaking of that, how did you get her hair?" he asks. I already know what he's doing.

"Don't try and avoid the question, but I plucked it while she was asleep. She then slapped me, and I told her it was a new way of waking her up." Father chuckles at my short story. "Will you please tell me what's going on now?!" I shout, a little too loud. He seemed a bit shocked, but stands up, pacing towards the kitchen.

"I'm not sure if you're ready to hear-"

"Don't baby me father, I'm 17!"

The silence was loud.

"I don't want to add to your stress of the tournament."

"Who said I was stressed?"

"Fine! Come." He pulls out a barstool that sits under the kitchen counter. I stand up and walk over to take my seat. Father leans onto the counter, the same way he did when mum passed.

I notice something in his right hand, a letter, but not just any letter. I seemed to be the type of letters that Azkaban offered to their inmates.

"Listen son, there are bad people in this world, people you can't trust and-"

"Stop. If you're going to give me the same lecture you have given me since I was 7, there's no need."

Father sighs and slides the letter to me. "Read, if you wish," he mumbles.

I flip the envelope over. I was right, it's from Azkaban. Slowly, I remove the parchment, and begin to read.

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