Left Behind 3: Curses

What Draco Doesn't know

Hello everyone, sorry for the delay, been some issues around my new place that had to be dealt with and took some serious energy. Hope you enjoy this chapter. I should be able to post another one over the weekend at some point. Also Announcement at the end of the chapter stay tuned.

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Day 18

"You need to stop this Draco," said Narcissa slamming the news paper down on the breakfast table in front of him. Her perfectly manicured nails spread out like tiny daggers over the page framing a headline about Draco's latest Vigilante escapades.

"Stop what?" asked Draco taking another bite of his eggs Benedict. He was perfectly well aware what his mother was asking him to stop. He had no intention of stopping though.

"Don't play dumb with me Draco," snapped Narcissa. "I went through hell loosing you once do not make me go through it again."

"What do you want me to do?" asked Draco pushing back in his chair. "Sit like a china doll up on a shelf and wait till all this blows over? You asked me to be a great man. All I am doing it trying to be a good one."

Her words that day in the basement had hit him hard. In her own way Narcissa had pushed Draco towards this-towards what was right, because regardless of what side she was on his mother wanted him to be good.

"By risking your life to put away deatheaters who don't even stay prisoner? What is the point then?"

"I am doing what I can to take him down. Every deatheater who's wand I take is a little less powerful, even if they escape," Draco looked away hating that a part of him felt like she was right. "Not all of them are being released," he added somewhat lamely.

"Enough of them are."

"And what do you suggest?" Draco crossed his arms over his chest.

"I suggest you let the order handle it."

"I am not going to sit back and watch HIM destroy the world."

"I hate HIM just as much as you," shot Narcissa. "But I've seen how you look when you come home at night. Sometimes you can barely stand upright from the damage they've inflicted. I don't want to lose you," she said repeating the last sentiment.

That was the core of it.

His mother cared about him, loved him more than anything else and she was scared of loosing him again.

Draco softened.

"Then help me," said Draco, his voice pleading. "You know where they live taking them out where they feel the safest is going to be safer than hunting around the school. They are ready for me now, its getting hard and hard to have the element of surprise."

"Then just stop," pleaded Narcissa coming over and holding her son's face in her hands. "Please."

Draco shrugged out of her embrace.

"I am not stopping," he said.

I can't. She would want me to help them and this is the only way I can.

Draco turned to walk away.

"Help me or don't," he said without looking back. "I'm not going to stop."

It was hard to walk away from her, after everything she had done for him but Draco HAD to. The only thing left keeping him going was the knowledge  that he was keeping his promise to Hermione. That was the only thing that made breathing even slightly bearable.

As Draco was preparing to leave to hunt more Deatheaters his mother came to his room.

"You won't stop me," he said not looking at her.