Just the Two of Us

Chapter 3

A/N: This chapter is more like a filler, but is also important to the plot. Im not really sure how to explain it, either way its extremly short.

"M-my Lord, I had no idea of my sons endeavors, I would have stopped him immediately if I had, I would have brought him straight to you"

Voldemort took a step forward, turning around so he was able to see woman standing in the shadow of flickering candlelight, wearing only the nightgown she had been taken in. She had bought it at a shop years ago, it had been her favorite. It was a gorgeous green, what had been her favorite color up until a few nights ago.

Now it was the only color she could see in the small cage she was stuck in. If she made it out of here alive, she vowed never to even look at the color again.

"Please, please my lord don't do anything to her, she did nothing. Ill do anything just don't hurt her"

He took two more steps forward, now directly infront of her, with only the bars of the cage separating.

"oh but she did, she did do lots. She didn't pay attention to her son, where he was going. If she had, she would have, she would have been able to stop this situation before it started"

He turned back to face her husband.

"Never" her voice was small

He let out a chuckle

"What was that"

"Never, I would never turn my own flesh and blood in. My son was brave, he stood up for what he believed in. He is strong, stronger than either of you will ever be."

She looked to her husband

"You, saying you would have turned in your own son, you were absent for the better half of his childhood, you know he actually still is a child. Only 16, its your fault he was forced into this life"

She took a step back in order to face the dark lord.

"And you, making people fear you to make yourself feel powerful. Ruining peoples lives, just because you didn't have a good start to life"

Her husbands face was flooded with remorse, she could tell he was sorry, but it was too late for apologies now.

The dark lord looked enraged, his facial features were scrunched in anger and his breathes were short yet deep.

"Alohamora" Voldemort muttered the spell wandlessly, swinging the barred door open.

She was now completely vulnerable, with only an arms length between her and the most deadly wizard of her age.

"You stupid witch, how dare you talk to me like that. Don't you know what I am capable of. Your son was a coward, you should be dissapionted in him. How you still love him I do not know."

"My son was the bravest person I know. I am not disappointed in him, I am more than proud. He had a good heart, and my biggest regret is putting him in this situation. I love my son more than anything else in this world, I would do anything for him"

 Voldemort flicked his wrist, silencing her, he then reached into his robe, drawing his wand. Raising it to point to her neck.

"You coward, my son is a bigger man than you will ever be"

"Avadakadavra"

and with that the curse hit her square in the chest.

"No!" Her husband cried out, but the dark lord only cast a charm to silence him.

The green clouded her vision as she fell into an eternal sleep.

God, how she hated that green.

Draco awoke, surronded by a puddle of sweat.

He was laying on the floor of the library, the book laying flat on his chest.

Ever since he had gotten the dark mark, about half of his dreams were reality, something the dark lord wanted him to see.

He wasn't sure if Dumbledore getting rid of his magic would have affected Voldemort ability to infiltrate his dreams.

There was nothing he could do, no way that he could determine if it had simply just been a bad dream; or if he had just witnessed the death of his mother.

There was a chance he would never know, and that alone was enough to drive him mental.

Not knowing if his mother was dead or alive.

An idea popped into his head, as much as he didnt want to talk to Hermione he figured she was his best option.

She was a smart witch, he wasn't complimenting her, it was simply a fact. She was the brightest witch of their age and if anyone here would be able to figure out his nightmare, it would be her.

He stood up, gripping onto the chair for support, before making his was out of the library and heading back to where they had originally been sitting.

He saw a glimpse of her, sprawled out over one of the purple love seats, it was dark outside now so it was only the pale moon light, barely illuminating her fair skin. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun, even with how dark it was in the room, he was able to see the dark bags under her eyes.

He decided he would wait until morning to ask for her help, the few hours weren't going to make any diffrence anyway.

If his mother was actually dead, not even Hermione Granger would be able to bring her back.

A/N: Again im really sorry for it being short, I ended up having to either get rid off or save the chapters I had already written for later because they would have made the book much shorter.

I didn't have a lot of time to write this because of school.

I will try to publish again tomorrow or the day after, but it will most likely be another short chapter. I promise you at least one 3-5k word chapter this week/weekend.

Love you all loads :)