The Hogwarts Descendant

Chapter 59

**WARNING** Sexual scenes not intended for younger readers. For my older readers... enjoy.

When Dahlia and Draco return to the Cottage she holed herself up in her room for the remainder of the night. When she heard the last Slytherin finally sneak up to bed she dared to emerge from her bed, throwing a robe on over her pajamas and creeping down to the library. She was burning with angry energy - yelling at Snape had tampered her temper for a few hours, but it was flaming once again.

She lost track of time in the stacks of books, unsure of how many hours turned into days as her anger fueled her energy. She gathered all her books and totted them down to the library. She'd even emptied her charmed bag of any and all books, re read any book she or Hermione had tagged for horcruxes. Searching for anything - the slightest glimmer of hope that Harry could be saved.

She searched every book, every text that was remotely relevant.There were no instances of a living host surviving and the horcrux being destroyed. Harry had no option but to die.

She was laying on her back in a starfish position, staring dully up at the ceiling when the sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears. Dahlia didn't bother to sit up or look to see who had dared invade her bubble. She didn't have the energy, honestly.

"I'm fine - leave me alone," Dahlia spoke in a monotone, her air glued to the afternoon sunlight streaming through the sky lights.

"It's been three days, Dahlia," Draco's voice hummed above her, sounding reproachful and impatient.

"I have to find a way to save Harry," Dahlia groaned, pushing herself up on one arm to give Draco an exhausted, defeated look through her frizzy hair. She was sure she looked a mess, and she didn't care. They were doomed - the war was lost.

"What do you mean, save Harry?" Draco asked, daring to take another step closer to her. Dahlia sighed defeatedly, closing the book she'd left open on her pile.

"Nothing - it's just complicated," Dahlia huffed, her eyes blurry with sleep. Her eyes flickered to the sword of Gryffindor that flickered proudly on the sword display on the wall.

"You never did say how you stole that," Draco said skeptically, following her gaze and eyeing the sword apprehensively.

"I didn't steal it - Snape gave it to me," Dahlia said shortly, giving him a look of distaste.

"I find that hard to believe."

"Yes, well, after our conversation was finished and I had unraveled seventeen years of lies and mistakes he had a very hard time saying no." Dahlia reflected on how the conversation with her old Potions professor had gone. "I believe my exact words were, 'give me that sword'."

Draco guffawed, grey eyes twinkling with amusement as he turned to her in surprise. "You actually said that to Snape?"

"Oh, I said a lot of things to Snape," Dahlia said nicely. "That was one of the nicer ones."

Draco shook his head with a smile and laughed, turning his gaze back to sword. "What do you need this for?"

"I don't need it, Harry does," Dahlia responded, pushing to her feet and walking to stand next to him. Draco scowled at the mention of Harry's name, but he remained silent for a moment.

"I thought you were going to say you just wanted it," Draco admitted with a huff. Dahlia was stunned for a moment, then her lips curled upwards as a laugh escaped her. She spun to Draco aghast, chuckling despite herself.

"I wouldn't do something that horrible," Dahlia laughed, giving him a push with her elbow. They fell serious a moment later as their eyes roamed over the sword and its magnificence