Black And Green

Forty Three

E m i l y

"You will write at me, okay?" he said and I nodded.

"Yes, Draco. You asked me a thousand times" I said laughing and he nodded.

"Come here" he said and he opened his hand wide.

"I am going to miss you" I murmured on his chest and I felt him shaking his head, "Me too".

"There is Molly Weasly, I gotta go" I said when I noticed that she was behind Draco talking with Ginny.

"Happy holidays" he said and I smiled.

"Happy holidays" I said and I left to go find Mrs Weasly.

"Hello my dear!!" she said and hugged me immediately.

"Hello Mrs and Mr Weasly" I said smiling both at them while they were taking my stuff.

"How was the ride?" Arthur asked me.

"It was good", I said smiling kind and ready to go home.

[...]

"Merry Christmas everyone!" Arthur made a toast with his cup on the air.

"Merry Christmas!" everyone started clinking their glasses.

"And a happy new year" I murmured ironically to myself and drank from my cup.

"Time for the presents!" Molly shouted and her and Ginny went to grab them.

"This is for you" Ginny said giving me a small bag. I looked at her and whispered, "Thank you".

She smiled before leaving and I opened the bag taking out the scarf it contained. It had red and yellow stripes and the letter E on one side. At the other side of where the letter was written, I noticed that she crocheted a little silver snake. I looked at her surprised and she was already looking at me and when our eyes met she winked.

"I told her to do that" my dad said from across the table showing me the snake.

"The others told me what happened and that you sit at the Slytherin table" he said and I nodded, trying not to react.

"Are you mad?" I asked and he snorted.

"No, of course not. Just be careful" he said and I smiled a little, although inside me I was furious.

Of course he wouldn't be mad since he made the others let me out of an army that would fight Voldermort. My own father doesn't even trust me. It wouldn't suit him, since he lied and he wanted to play the good one.

"Excuse me, but I will go to get some rest" I said standing up smiling and turned around disgusted to leave.

When I entered my room, I saw a black owl flying outside of my window.

"No way" I sighed smiling and I opened the window. The animal handed me a letter and flew away.

Dear Emily,
I hope you are having a good time. I can't really say the same about me, the house is a mess right now. It's full of Death Eaters. Anyway the Dark Lord wants me to send you this message : One day before school starts, come to our manor. The Dark Lord will be waiting for you and you know what will happen. Also, you can spend the night here at my place. Please answer soon.
                                         Draco

I felt sick when I read it, like my guts were going to come out. I was breathing heavily, trying to calm down and relax myself from the fact that in specifically eight days I will become a Death Eater. Something that my dad always warned me about, that people in this house have a whole order against it.

I was betraying my whole family.

With shaking hands I took from my drawer a piece of perchament and a pen.

Dear Draco,
I got your letter and it's okay. I will be there at the afternoon. Please stay safe.
                                          Emily

I gave the letter to my owl and she grabbed it in her claws flying away. All of these informations made me dizzy, so I went to sleep.

The week passed quickly. Most of the days I wasn't even sleeping or eating from the anxiety and the weakness to do anything. I was feeling tired but everytime I was trying to sleep nightmares were running like movies in front of my eyes and most of them were Voldermort killing Draco.

"Dad, I want to ask you something" I said when I caught him in the kitchen.

"Yes, Emily. What is it?" he asked leaving down the cup of coffee he was holding.

"Can I go at Mary's tomorrow and spend the night there? She will be the one dropping me at the train station" I said and he frowned.

"Okay, yes. I trust you" he said and I faked a smile.

"Thank you dad" I said before turning around to leave, going to pack my stuff for the next day.