Fear (Sequel to Love: ADS)

Chapter 8. Better Unknowing

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What did that mean? Was he insinuating that whatever sent the blue light took his magic? Or was it something else entirely?

 

“Why is that important, Draco?”

 

I was feeling more like a therapist and less like his girlfriend with every question I asked.

 

“Because…” his voice cracked. “It either means I don’t have magic at all, or that magic isn’t in blood.”

 

“And which one of those is bad?” I was confused. Why would it matter to him if magic was in blood or not? I understood that not having magic was a problem, but if magic didn’t travel through blood, then it gave him the chance of his magic just being blocked over being 100% gone.

 

“Because I’ve gone my entire life believing that my blood was my magic.” His voice dulled. “I was raised with the belief that my blood made me better - that my magic, that I was better - because my blood - my magic - was pure. And it isn’t. It isn’t better and it isn’t pure and it isn’t magic and that’s worse than me not having magic, that’s worse.”

 

I was surprised; I didn’t think Draco would care that much. I knew blood purity was important to his family in the past, but that’s all I thought it was. In the past. I mean, after all, my blood wouldn’t be considered pure by his (past) standards, and we were in a committed relationship. Then again, he was acting strange in general. Perhaps it was just a reaction to… whatever had happened.

 

“I don’t understand why blood purity is so important to you.” I said. “You’ve said yourself that blood-purist-elitists were bigoted and insane, so why do you care so much?”

 

“Because I’ve been told this my entire life.” He sounded very tired. “It wasn’t opinion, it was fact. And regardless of how you treated those of lower blood status, they were still of lower blood status. You were still considered better. You were still more powerful. It’s the entire foundation of nobility in the wizarding world. It’s how marriages are arranged, it’s about the contacts and the people and the secret meetings. It was literally the focal point of my entire life. It was what I was built on.”

 

“Then… Before this, you believed in blood purity?” I was feeling vaguely hurt at this point.

 

“Not in the conventional sense, no.” he said. “Does it have any effect on magic? On skill? I thought I knew, once. Now, I’m not sure. I used to think… Well, I thought there was a reason that the founders of Hogwarts were so much more powerful than wizards today. It was all about blood purity. After a thousand years, lines become weak. That was that. But now - not now, before - I’ve started to wonder, and there aren’t any answers.”

 

“But you still haven’t seen for sure that magic doesn’t run in blood. It could theoretically be that whatever that blue light was literally took your magic.

 

“And what? Extracted every iota from my blood?" he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "But no, I suppose I haven’t.”

 

“I could give you some of my blood, if you like.”

 

“I think…" he paused to steady himself on the chair, and I was reminded he was still very much not okay, "I think I’d rather not know, for now.”