𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔

Sweden

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I don't need romantic, I need you.
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"Sky, are you alright?" Narcissa questions her while sitting on the velvet chair.

Raising her head, she looks into the eyes of Narcissa, "I couldn't see faces and the voices-- they weren't clear enough to tell who they were."

"Your mum made sure of that. She didn't want you to hear it and see the people. She knew it would change everything for you and take your focus away from everything."

Thoughts of who it could be, take over her mind, putting her in a state of panic. Her body starts to shake and her knees give out causing her to fall to the floor. Draco drops his glass of tea, rushing over to her, "Baby, are you alright?"

Silence, her mouth doesn't move

"Sky, look at me, princess. I'm here love." He pulls her into his arms as tears start to form in both his and her eyes. Worried if she is alright. Her head fell into his chest and for a few moments, it just rested there, until she lifted it.

"Mumsy, I need to know more. Things were starting to add up and now," she pauses for a second, "now-- they don't add up or make sense anymore."

Narcissa helps her and Draco off of the floor and onto the couch, "Sweetie, things will start adding up soon, I promise. You just have to stay positive, even though it's hard, you need to. Pansy needs you to."

"I'm going to take her upstairs, I'll be down to get us some dinner," Draco announces while scooping her into his arms walking towards the stairs.

Reaching the bedroom, he lays her on her bed, he runs his fingers through her thick brunette hair. Her body still shaking as the memories replay in her mind.

"My niece is who you got pregnant!"

His body freezes, unable to process what he's just been accused of. "Your niece? Really?"

"Yes you sick bastard, my niece. She's 14! How could you do this?!"

Over and over, the words repeat. She tries to block out all other noises in her mind, to focus on the voices. She's determined to uncover who the voices belong to. She could feel her eyes becoming heavy.

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"How is she doing?"

Draco sighed as his body hit the couch, she could sense the stress in her son's sigh. She had never seen him so perturbed; like nothing has ever bothered him before until now.

She has seen her son and Sky grow up from small children who were never close, Draco hurting her feelings consistently and she considered her son an arsehole. Over the recent years, he has grown into a loving, respectful human who would do anything for those he loves.

Especially Skyra Parkinson, the love of his life.

"Mum, I can't continue to watch the woman I love suffer. She's watching these memories, getting closer to finding Pansy. She does research, finding more information, then she gets to a dead end." His voice becomes shaky, his eyes forming tears, "Her body— she's not eating or sleeping properly. I'm worried her body is becoming so weak that it won't be long until it gives out. I can't."

"I can't lose her mum. P- please— tell me where I can find Melina. I swear on Merlin I won't tell her. I will go alone, but I need to ask her something. Please mum."

Narcissa saw the concern on his face, the urgency, and how important this seems to him. Standing up and heading towards the library, she goes to a hidden drawer in her reading desk. Her hand tightly holds the piece of folded-up parchment, close to her chest.