Tʜᴇ Dᴀʀᴋ Lᴏʀᴅ's Aɴɢᴇʟ | Tom Riddle √

92: Whispers of Fate

Cassiopeia Black walked alongside Harry on their way to divination, her thoughts heavy with the looming question he posed.

"Is it true Malfoy had arranged your marriage with an American?" Harry asked. "A pure-blood wizard?"

Cassiopeia couldn't help but chuckle softly, adjusting to her new role as the narrator. "Hermione has told everything I see," she responded. "It's true."

Harry gave her a concerned look. "Are you alright with that? I mean you have feelings towards someone else, and when you are forced to marry another to save your bloodline..."

Cassiopeia began her dramatic response, "It was in the beginning, but eventually, I was okay with him. He's really a good person, and handsome, and yeah... I like him a lot."

"I assumed then the ring you're wearing is—?"

"Yep, he asked me out, and I said yes," Cassiopeia smiled. "Although he is pure-blood, he has some attitudes I prefer, like caring and protectiveness upon me. It made me attract to him day by day."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "You're in love, Cassie. This is the first time I see you're boasting about a boy."

Cassiopeia blushed, looking away. "Well, maybe. Love is irresistible, Harry. We can't decide who we will fall for and why. It's just happening."

"I know right," he agreed. "What's his name?"

"Uhm, Thomas Raven," she answered as they stopped in their tracks. "Why? Do you know him?"

Even though it was a made-up name, Cassiopeia couldn't help but feel a slight unease, fearing that there might be a real person with that name. She concealed her real expression behind her dramatic facade.

"No, it's a coincidence," Harry turned to her. "See, he has the name of a person you liked more years ago."

"Mmm, yes," Cassiopeia crooned. "He is a lot like Riddle, I mean the face. But he has sweet eyes and sexy-colored hair. Thus I guess he's more handsome than Tom Riddle."

Seriously, Cassie? You could be a muggle actress. How do you create lies that fast?

"You know him better? I mean his past?" Harry asked, giving another concerned look, and they continued to walk. "I want to check if you are safe. Even Voldemort is out there, and no one knows where he is."

"I know him well. He had told a lot about him during our Christmas holidays," Cassiopeia smiled. "He's a niece of Uncle Lucius's best friend called Mr. Raven."

"I hope nothing is going wrong with your relationship," Harry's lips curved into a thin line. "I'm glad you're happy now."

Cassiopeia gave him a grateful smile as they entered the class. She looked for Draco, who was already waiting for her to sit next to him.

Harry made his way to his friends, and Cassiopeia to Draco. As soon as she reached him, something seemed off in him. His brows knitted together as he looked at nowhere.

"Draco?" Cassiopeia frowned, sitting down. "You okay?"

"Ye—yeah," he stammered, and she shot him a suspicious glance. "I—I was—"

"Draco, stop lying and tell me what happened?" She asked, squeezing his hand. "You can talk to me."

Before he could respond, Professor Trelawney entered the class. They couldn't talk but listened to her boring lecture. After what felt like years, they were assigned to do palmistry with a partner. Cassiopeia quickly turned to Draco, seeing this as an opportunity.

Draco, holding Cassiopeia's hand, began to read her palm, the divination class unfolding around them.

"Draco, what were you going to say?" Cassiopeia gently asked as he looked back and forth between her hand and the textbook.

"I'll tell you soon, but your hand," he gulped, furrowing his brows. "You have a long life, a very long life, but it's complicated."

"What?" Cassiopeia frowned, looking over her extended palm, unwittingly smashing her head against his. "Ouch, sorry."

"Fuck!" He cursed under his breath as they both began to rub their heads in pain. "I'm sure Professor will gasp today also reading Potter's hand."

"Oh, it's predictable," Cassiopeia laughed, shaking her head. "Look, tell me what you see about me."

"You have a struggling future, uhmm," he looked at the textbook and then her palm, tracing his fingertip on the palm lines. "Future holds sadistic moments, stress, and pressure."

"Seriously?" She gave him a weird glance. "Let me see yours now."

She took his hand and began reading his palm, referring to the textbook.

"It's weird," Cassiopeia frowned. "How does the same thing appear for both of us?"

"What?" Draco raised his brow as she nodded.

She eyeballed his hand once again and referred to the books.

"Your lines say you have sadistic moments in the near future, stress, and pressure," she looked at him. "Why's that?"

"No idea," he shrugged, his shoulders bewildered.

"How about you two?" Professor appeared next to them, watching what they were doing. "Have you two tried?"

"Well, Professor," Cassiopeia began. "I think both of us have the same future."

"Let me see, let me see," she took both of their palms, glimpsing as Cassiopeia and Draco furrowed brows at her. "You're right, Miss. Black. Both of you will have struggles in the future, together or not. You two will feel distress and pressure and lose interest in your existence."

"What?" Both Cassiopeia and Draco gasped in unison and looked at each other.

"Yes, my dears," she shook her head. "I've never come across such a thing. Continue. I'll go around."

"This is a really ridiculous subject, Cassiopeia," Draco rolled his eyes, closing the book. "Do you think it's true?"

"I don't know," Cassiopeia sighed. "But what if it's true? What if we really have something stressful in the future?"

"Whatever happens, we both will go through it together," he reassured. "We promised to stay beside each other."

"Yeah, if you have anything, talk to me," she recalled, extending her hand. "Agree?"

"Agree!" He shook her hand.

"What were you going to tell me?" Cassiopeia got to the point. "Why were you upset?"

"Actually, I had a nightmare as usual," he squeezed her hand tightly. "I saw him giving me the same task when he arrived here, next year."

"It's just a nightmare, Draco," Cassiopeia reassured, squeezing back his hand. "I won't let that happen, not while I'm alive. If Tom ever tries it, it should be over my dead body."

"But—"

"Draco," she cut him off. "I'll never let you become a killer. I'll be there with you always. No matter what, got it?"

A faint smile crept over his face, nodding. She smiled and opened the textbook again.

"Then let's find out more about ourfuture."

A/N

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