Finding Herself || Draco Malfoy [BOOK 2]

Chapter 5

FOUR WEEKS LATER

Athena had left the Morrisons' house with my letter for Harry the day after she came, and for the next month, that was the last thing that I'd heard from the wizarding world.

Not a single letter from my friends, Harry, Ariel, Snape, Sirius, or even Dumbledore—which was both not concerning and very concerning at the same time. I knew I specifically told Harry not to contact me unless there was something wrong—which was a good thing. However, my anxiety got the best of me when I heard absolutely nothing from Dumbledore.

Was he okay? Did something happen to him? Or does he just not want to save me from a situation that could have been potentially dangerous? I wasn't sure.

Either way, sitting and playing the waiting game wasn't the best situation to be put in. Especially when there are mass murderers out in the world, specifically trying to hurt me and everyone I loved. I couldn't put all the pain, anxiety, and fear I felt into words.

Voldemort was really back.

I wasn't afraid of him physically; he was only a half-alive snake man with a really severe case of alopecia. The problem was his influence and that so many of the people influenced by him were close to someone that I loved. One of his most loyal followers was my boyfriend's dad, and my godfather used to be one of his followers, for god's sake. It was genuinely scary to think about.

Voldemort could hurt or kill one of my friends with a snap of his fingers—and the thought terrified me.

I grew an unhealthy obsession with watching the news, just to see if there were any strange disappearances or killings in the muggle world. Some of my friends were muggle-born—he could have hurt them, and I needed to be one of the first to know if something did.

Nothing happened, luckily, but there was always this sense of anxiety that I had, saying that my friends were constantly close to death. This feeling freaked me out to the point where if I wasn't sleeping, fooling around with Dustin's guitars, or trying to converse with the Morrisons, Dean, or Matt, I was watching the news. The family had obviously noticed my obsession, but Mrs. Morrison and Dustin said nothing about it because they pretty much already knew why.

Speaking of Mrs. Morrison, she got in contact with the Dursleys a week after I arrived. She was very upset, to where she was brought to tears, when Vernon Dursley showed no sign of caring that I was safe, with no intention to get me back. I'd told her it was okay, and that I was used to it, but she didn't seem to care.

That day Mrs. Morrison (bless her soul) bought me even more clothes as an attempt to make up for Uncle Vernon's neglect. This was around the time where I learned more about the family.

Dean told me that before Dustin was born, Mrs. Morrison inherited around a million pounds when her father died, which she used to build a house entirely from the ground up. That explained why their house was so big and beautiful. Along with that, she used her money to pay for nursing school so she could become a nurse.

Then she got married to this man, had four kids, and got divorced around two years before—which was why there was no father figure present, at least in the house.

On a completely unrelated note, I was finally getting to a point where I was comfortable living with the Morrisons. My speaking was still a problem, but I was gradually getting to a point where I could open up a little more about who I was, as a person.

I genuinely got to where I felt like I could trust Dustin and Matt, how I trusted Hermione and Ron. We became such good friends over the past month, and I was lucky to have them during a time where I felt I needed caring friends the most. They always checked up on my mental health and offered to listen whenever I needed to rant about Cedric, which was really nice.