𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine: Vidar, Norse God of Revenge

I hardly ever fought with Rose. She was my best friend and the person outside my family who I cared for the most. She would talk about all the fun she was going to have when her parents agreed to let her go to Hogwarts. She would bounce up and down with excitement, knowing how she was going to enjoy the Hogwarts life.

It pissed me off the see her so excited about Hogwarts.

I would be stuck in a Muggle school, and she'd be learning things that actually mattered.

The last time she visited that summer, I yelled at her. She was showing off the books she had and I yelled. It all finally boiled over.

Although I was only eleven, I had lost so much. My daddy was gone; I never knew my baby sister or a normal life and the one thing I thought would have been certain was ripped from me.

It was just too much for me.

I hated yelling at her like that, but she was the only one there to catch it all.

And when I was finished, she hugged me. It was just like the hugs Aunt Hermione gave me. There was love and kindness and warmth. I started to cry. It wasn't fair. Voldemort didn't even know of my existence and yet he had destroyed my life.

Spells flew at each other, blinding streams of red and blue lit up the cold stone walls of the Room of Requirement as the two seventh-year students dodged each other.

With a simple flick of his wrist, and without saying a word, Harry disarmed Draco, stopping the match.

"You don't have a defence," Harry muttered, picking up Draco's wand. Scorpius was sitting in the far corner, bubbled in a spell Harry had cast on him before the match has started. He was completely impervious to the slighter hexes they were using.

"You weren't out to kill me," Draco countered with a shrug of his shoulders. "I didn't see any real reason to put up a defence."

Harry sighed, glancing at the younger teen over his shoulder. Scorpius had been there for his dad the moment he found out Blaise Zabini had been taken by the Death Eaters.

"And what are you teaching Scorpius with that attitude?"

"Scorpius isn't going into battle ever, so it doesn't really matter."

Draco was walking closer to Harry to retrieve his wand. Since word of Zabini's abduction got around school, Draco had been itching to train with Harry. The brunette knew it was so he could get his mind off his missing ex, so he had complied.

He was thankful Scorpius was there. It was less tempting...

Harry stopped his thoughts. Whenever he thought about those kisses, he only wanted more, and the Slytherin was now close enough to smell.

The slighter hand of Draco wrapped around the wand in his own before he pulled it away. That didn't stop Harry's own hand from following, if only to brush against Draco's.

"Potter," Draco warned weakly, craving the touch the brunette was offering. His eyes lowered as he let out a breath.

"Are you alright?"

Draco shook his head. "Blaise...he might have been a fool...but he..."

Understanding, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders, pulling him in closely.

Just being there in Harry's arms made Draco feel better, his fingers grabbing at Harry's clothes weakly.

Harry looked up at Scorpius when he felt the boy's eyes on them. He was getting up from where he had been reading, heading for his parents.