You're Not Sorry [EN]

OO9 • You're not sorry...

I had felt awfully strange all week after having met Draco his father, and I believed that meeting him was the reason why I had suddenly started dreaming of Draco.

"Don't you dare!" the voice of a girl said. She was sitting with her back towards me, only revealing her long brown hair that reached the middle of her back. There was a white-haired boy sitting next to her who looked down at her with a faint smile on his pale face.
"Sorry," he chuckled before he took his wand and pointed it at the grass beneath their feet. "Please, accept this as my apology."
A faint silver light shot out of the tip of his wand, into the grass, making a blue flower growing out of the grass where the light had hit it.
"Oh, it's beautiful!" the girl exclaimed before turning her head towards the boy and smiling at him brightly. I could tell that she cared for him a lot.
"Just like you," the boy said softly before bending his head closer to hers and gently kissing her rosy cheek.

That's where the dream had stopped. All week I had been trying to figure out what the dream had meant. Maybe it was a desire that I had— but no, it wasn't a romantic one. That I was sure of. Perhaps this was my unconscious yearning for the boy his acceptance?

And whenever I wasn't thinking of my dream with Draco, I thought about my parents' death. Two days ago, Professor Dumbledore had sent me an envelope filled with articles from various newspapers. They were all about the First Wizarding War and the tragic deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Winchester who were killed by Death Eaters.

But there was one particular article that stuck to my mind the most. It was a column that someone had written about what it was like living during that war:

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜'𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡; 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘, 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑠, 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔... 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐'𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒, 𝑀𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝑇𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒... 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑐... 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛... 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒.

I shivered by the thought of that column and tried to push it out of my mind. Maybe this was exactly what my parents had felt and why they had brought me to my godparents in the first place.

"You're already up I see," Draco his voice came from behind me, and I quickly looked up to see him standing there. His cold eyes were gazing at me.

I just nodded and looked back at the green flames in front of me. I could feel the sofa next to me sink, knowing he had come to sit beside me.

"Draco," I suddenly said without looking at him, "What do you know about the First Wizarding War?"