Draco's POV
I know that Isabel is asleep and safe, I still can't spin my thoughts around Isabel being a family member of the Rosier's. They aren't dead, a few months ago they came to the Malfoy Manor for dinner.
Her brother is 27 by now I only saw him once, but the more I think about him and Isabel the more familiarities I notice. Their eyes look the same, Isabel's have more of a turquoise colour but I can't un see it now.
I make my way back to the office. I'm fucking exhausted but that's nothing in comparison to Isabel, I really appreciate that I was the one she gave her trust to heal her. I knock on the door and step in.
Mr. Greengrass is sitting on a chair in front of a fireplace and his wife paces around in the room. When I enter the room their eyes fall on me.
"This is nonsense" I state. It clearly is, the Rosier's are alive I saw them. Why should they be dead. And how cruel can someone be, to steal a baby from the hospital.
"Draco, we didn't knew either. We've owled the Rosier's already. They'll come here by floo powder, I don't know what else I could possibly tell you. Is she alright?" Mr. Greengrass says.
"Yes, she's sleeping. I should've told her, don't you think? No. You, should've told her. Years ago. This could've prevented so many things. She fucking wanted to kill her self. What if she did. She would've died, with her whole life being a lie." I gulp when realise how I was talking to this Pureblood family.
"I have to say Draco, you are just like your father-" Mrs Greengrass starts but I interrupt her.
"I'm not, I'm nothing like my father." I say through gritted teeth. How dare she, my father is cruel. He doesn't have feelings, everything he knows about it fame and wealth.
"I didn't end my sentence yet. Your father was and is always caring about your mother, and you are about Isabel. We appreciate that, but I also doubt that it was always like this. You've already told us that she wanted to kill her self, something like this isn't caused by boredom. Somethings else had to happen before she would do this, something with a person she cares about. Someone said things to convince her from her own thoughts."She continues, while giving me a judging glare.
"How dare you to say that this is my fault. For god's sake, this is not my fault. And it's also not my fault that you are capable of living with a lie. The lie of pretending to have such a wonderful daughter, while you know that she's nothing to you." Before one of them can answer me the fireplace lights up in a green colour and someone steps out.
It's Aurora Rosier, born as Crouch. Short after Evan Rosier steps out.
They are pretty young for having an 27 year old son, but I know that they were 16 when Felix was born.
"Oh hello, Mrs. and Mr. Rosier" I say.
"It's lovely to see you, Aurora and Evan" Mrs Greengrass states while giving both of them a handshake.
But they don't greet back, they look sick. Aurora looks as if she's about to throw up.
"Where- where is she?" She stumbles out. Her husband giving her a nod.
"We have to see her." He adds.
"She's sleeping, she didn't took the news very well." I say, and Mrs. Rosier gives me a hug. I've known her since I'm 4 and the Rosier's always come over to our Manor. It's weird knowing that Isabel is their daughter .
I step out of the hug and we all sit down on a big table. The mans sit down at the heads of the table and they talk about Isabel, I don't want to listen to them. I don't want to know something that would change my view of Isabel.
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It isn't your decision *D.M*
Fanfic"I remember, I remember the necklace. Someone bought it and let the initials of his daughter engrave. It's been around 16 years now, what was your name again Miss?" His voice is higher than before and it's obvious that he's nervous. And then Draco...
