𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓮.

Chapter Ten

Winter holiday has gone by quick- too quick. I have already gotten everything packed away in my trunk- including the book given to me by professor Snape, although I haven't had a second to myself to read it. The question of why he would give that book to me intrudes my thoughts often. I just can't understand why he would want me to read on a topic of such advanced magic.

Nevertheless, I have followed his instructions. I haven't told anyone about his gift to me. I'd be lying if I said he didn't make me a bit paranoid about the family I'm staying with. Soon, I won't have to worry though, because the hogwarts express will be leaving at 12:00 sharp. I do still have to endure breakfast though.

"Goodmorning love, sleep well?" Narcissa asks as I sit down at the table. "Yes, I did, I'll be sad to go back to sharing a room though," I joke with a laugh. "Oh, Lucius and I will have to see what we can do about that. I'm sure we can get you a room to yourself," she offers in her usual sweet tone. "Oh no, it's alright, you've already done so much. I'm fine with the room I have now," I tell her, not meaning to imply the special treatment.

"Nonsense mother, I'm sure she'd love that," Draco interrupts, hearing our conversation as he joins us at the table. He grins at me before taking the seat at my side. "Consider it done. Take it as a late birthday gift," Lucius adds, finally making his presence noticed as he finishes reading the daily prophet he has now discarded. I smile, "Thank you Mr. Malfoy."

"It's really no trouble," he replies, flashing a tight lipped smile at me before getting up from his seat. "I will be in my study if anyone needs me," he says, grabbing his cane and walking off swiftly. "Well, then it's settled. I'm sure Lucius will be sending an owl to your headmaster in no time," Narcissa says happily.

Draco smirks, no doubt thinking about all of the things we could do if one of us has our own dorm. I smile at Narcissa before finishing my food, "I have some last minute packing to do before we leave, but I will come back down at about 11:00 to apperate. Is that okay?" I ask her. "Of course dear," she replys before starting her own conversation with Draco.

I did, of course, lie to her about what I was going to do, but I don't want either of them knowing I am going to talk to a certain older, blonde Malfoy. Before I leave I need to talk to him- he knows more then he's leading on.

I walk up to the door of his study and knock before entering. He's sitting at his desk writing on a piece of parchment. "Ah, miss Draven, I was just starting on the letter to Dumbledore concerning your dorm. Is there something you needed?" He asks in a curious tone. "Yes, I was curious if you could tell me more about my parents. You seem to know quite a lot about them and I actually seem to know nothing." Another lie, I know everything about them.

Lucius clears his throat and stands before speaking. "Yes, they were very interesting people... intelligent, talented- both magically and otherwise, very stubborn..." He starts to say, "What would you like to know?" His question lingers in the air for a moment as I think of my answer. "I know about their trouble with Voldemort, but I don't know the details." Lie. 'I need to know how much he knows.' I think to myself.

"I will say, I dont know much, but I know enough... Anastasia was quite the catch; a stubborn and determined woman with big plans for her future. She had a lot of influence on your father, kept him in line...' he starts pacing around the room, his head held high and facial expression concentrated.

'...Croesus, however, was easier influenced. If it wasn't for you and your mother, I believe he would have been corrupted by the dark lord. Your mother and father were very powerful. In fact, it seems you are just as powerful. He, the dark lord, wanted their power, craved it...'

Maybe there is something I don't know. '...neither of your parents would grant him the privilege of their power though, they refused to share even a drop of it. So, he killed them- he thought if he couldn't use their gifts, no one could."