Harry's Flower

The truth is...

"Malfoy?! What the fuck?" I stared at the blond in shock, Azalea flying to my shoulder. "You sent me that parchment? Why? So you could tell me about my mother's death?" He had tears in his gray eyes.

"Listen, you have every right to be angry. I get that I'm a twat. I've been told before. I was wrong to say those things. If you met my father," I went to him and held him, because I didn't know what else to do. I sat him on the stone and he continued.

"I asked you here to apologize. To prove that I'm not my father. I want you to know what really happened to your mother. And I want you to hear it from someone who actually cares about you and your safety."

"Care about me? Draco, you... you don't know me. I didn't even know about this world until yesterday. Besides, I was awful to you. Why would you care about me?" The only thing I was feeling was fear.

"My father killed your mother. He didn't know she had children, so when he found out, he used a memory charm to alter your minds. The truth is we grew up together. The truth is, our mothers were best friends. The truth is, my father is a faithful servant of the man who killed Harry Potter's parents, and gave him the scar on his forehead. The truth is you don't remember me. The truth is you and I were best friends until my father.... The truth is, the truth is I'm not my father." He was crying now. His pale face had turned red.

"You're serious?" He nodded. "Draco, I, I'm- I don't know what to say." So I pulled him to my chest, tears staining my robe.

"You don't have to say anything. I'm just, I'm just glad to have you back, Lotus. I've missed you." Peppermint.

"That makes sense." He looked up at me.

"What does?" I smiled.

"Green apples." He said.

"Oh my god. When Mom died I wouldn't eat anything but those three things."

"Three?"

"Peppermint, green apples, and flowers."

"Oh, yes. Right! Edible flowers. You always did have a liking for those."

"Dobby," I whispered. Draco looked at me in surprise.

"You remember Dobby?"

"Yeah, I always thought he was an imaginary friend, or something. But, he's real, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is. Dobby?" With a click, a house elf with eyes the size of tennis balls appeared.

"Yes, Master Draco? How may Dobby serve you?"

"Dobby," I was whispering for no reason. He saw me and his eyes got even bigger.

"Mistress Lotus Is here at Hogwarts? And she knows who Dobby is. Oh dear. Master Lucius won't like this."

"Oh, Dobby won't tell Lucius. We have too strong of a bond for him to risk my safety. Right, Dobby?" He smiled, nodded, and disappeared.

"How did you?"

"I can be very persuasive. Besides, your father doesn't treat him very well, does he?

"No, he doesn't," Just then, a memory popped into my mind.

"What were you thinking?! Not even magic can get that stain out!" Lucius was screaming at a young Draco, who was crying. "I-I'm sorry, Father. It was an accident." Lucius whacked the child with a cane, used for walking.

"Draco, does he still hurt you?" Draco's cheeks became rivers. "I'm so sorry, Draco."

"Don't be, you're the only one who really loves me." Once again I pulled him close. We stayed like that until we fell asleep.