𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖑𝖞 𝕰𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 ; 𝕯.𝕸

13-Supposed to Be

I feel cold. No warmth, just cold. 

Draco's no longer sitting next to me. Not even in bed. His black comforter partially on the floor. 

He must have gone to Serenity's room.

I sit up looking around groggily. The light of the fire was now extinguished. Only the dull green glow left of the charcoal.

I throw the sheets off me, the cold air hitting my skin. I walk over to his cupboard grabbing a plain zip up sweater. He's much taller than I am so it reaches my midthigh, covering my outfit from the train which I forgot to change out of. There's no point in going back to sleep it's already almost five and the sun is starting to peak over the horizon. With everyone asleep I could have a few moments of peace before everyone gets up. Maybe I'll go to the library and read a book waiting for the sun to rise. 

I walk out of his room and down the hall to descend the stairs making my way to the library. I stop once I hear the soft melodic tunes coming from down the hall. No one's awake so naturally I make my way down the hall to the room. The door is closed but I can still her the muffled sounds of the piano. 

I grab the brass handle a turn it slowly, afraid of who might be on the other side. 

When I have the door open an inch, I see someone sitting at the piano bench. Not just anyone. I recognize that head of hair anywhere.

"Archer." I let out a breath of relief.

"Hey sis." 

Is it wrong to wish Serenity didn't exist or I could kill her and just keep Archer?

"What are you doing up?" I ask walking over to the bench sitting to the left of him. The cold wood sending chills up my spine.

"Couldn't sleep knowing Death Eaters could apparate here any minute. Did you know mom was one?"

"What?" I furrow my brows.

"Yeah, imagine that. A Gryffindor Death Eater. I saw her dark mark when I left Draco's room earlier. She had her sleeves rolled up while she was talking to dad." 

I stay quiet not knowing what to say. I mean I knew my dad was one, but mom? She seems so sweet and kind. I'd never see her as a Death Eater. Death Eaters are cruel and evil. I mean it would explain why Serenity is the way she is. She's worse than Pugface and Bullstrode combined.

"Do you know what they're planning?" I ask.

"No." He sighs.

The mood in the room shifts and the air begins to feel heavy.

"I didn't know you could play piano." I change the subject.

"Yes you do. Before Hogwarts, me, you and Draco used to play together. Of course, Draco played the piano, not me. Fucker wouldn't share." He jokes.

"Sounds like him." I laugh letting out a content sigh. 

I stare blankly at the piano keys. So much has happened that I missed and I don't even have the damn necklace to go back and relive it. 

I place my left hand on the keys and start playing softly. I don't play much just a scale. I was never a piano player. I mean I can play but I was better at the violin. Draco and I used to play around with muggle songs for Narcissa. She would laugh when I yelled at Draco for messing up the keys cause his tiny fingers couldn't move fast enough. 

That was my life. Not this messed up alternate universe where I lost everything I had. The respect of my father. My Slytherin status. Draco. I would give anything to have him back to be the way my life was. But I can't lose Archer. It has been so nice to have a brother, someone to talk to. Before I was alone and depressed. Dad would never be home much, always secretive. Even at school I wouldn't see him much.