Finding Herself || Draco Malfoy [BOOK 2]

Chapter 8

For the next few hours, Sirius and I spent time on the drawing-room couch catching up with each other about what's happened in the past month or so. Since I was still struggling with speaking, I had to write out everything that happened to me over the past summer, and my questions for him.

I told Sirius about my time at the Morrisons, and how if it wasn't for my rapid decline in my mental health, Cedric's death, and Voldemort, it would have been a perfect summer. Along with that, I told him about my escape from Voldemort, which seemed to interest him a lot.

Sirius told me about how 12 Grimmauld Place was his childhood home (hence the elf-heads, snakes, and paintings of dead wizards), and how this place was the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. According to Sirius, the Order of the Phoenix was basically the anti-death eaters, with Dumbledore being their leader.

The Order fought against Voldemort in the first war, with some new members to replace the members that weren't able to return. Four members were my parents and Neville's parents, and Tonks was one of the newer members. Apparently, there were around 30-40 members, and when I asked Sirius if Harry and I could go to the meetings, he said Mrs. Weasley wouldn't let us if we tried (even though we know firsthand how Voldemort came to be).

Even Snape was in the Order of the Phoenix, which I found weird considering he was a supposedly former Death Eater.

Also, Dumbledore didn't want me and Harry to know anything about the Order until we got here, meaning Harry was getting pretty upset with Ron and Hermione about not getting answers. Apparently, he made Hedwig nearly peck them to death about it.

"Now that you're all caught up with what's going around here," started Sirius. "Back to how you escaped the graveyard. So...you screamed?"

I nodded, twiddling with the pen I used to write on my notepad.

It was so strange. It knocked everyone to the ground for at least a minute and rang through the air.

"I don't think I've ever heard of that before," said Sirius. "It's rare magic—very rare."

I figured. I don't know how I did it. I just got mad and screamed. Ironically, right now, I can't really talk without a stupid stutter.

Sirius let a small puff of air out of his nose and smiled. "You'll get your voice back, Prongslet. You just need to gain your confidence in yourself back. And who knows? Maybe..."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Ginny poked her head in.

"Sorry to interrupt," said Ginny. "But Mum wants to see Sirius downstairs. A meeting is about to start."

Sirius gave me a look that said "kill me" and looked back at Ginny. "Tell her I'll be down in a minute. Thank you."

"No problem," said Ginny, and shut the door behind her again. He shot me the same look he did before and rolled his eyes.

What's got your panties in a twist?

Sirius barked out a laugh as he read my note.

"You're still snarky on paper," said Sirius. "You've still got it, Prongslet."

I shrugged, and my lips curled upwards slightly.

"To answer your question," continued Sirius. "I'd love to get out of the house—stretch my legs, go on a walk, maybe battle a Death Eater or two, you know? But I've been stuck in the house for a month. The Ministry is still after me and the Order can't take any chances, at least according to Dumbledore."

Can't you just leave as an animagus? No one would know who you are.

"Actually, that's where you're wrong," said Sirius. "Wormtail would have told Voldemort about me being an animagus by now, so my big disguise is useless. At least you'd be able to get a kick out of it."