Unapologetic ❅ Draco Malfoy

First Year 🐉 Welcome to Hogwarts

Emery's POV

It was a cold Monday morning in my house, fall was settling in but in Ireland it was always raining no matter what season it was. So truly it never changes and nothing to look forward too. It was the anniversary month of when my mom passed away, and I knew my father wouldn't be in the mood to be around me. 

I peeped out my window to see my dads car was gone and it would most likely be the only time I could step out of my room. I slid on my slippers and quietly walked down the stairs feeling even colder and sadder as each picture that I passed had my beloved mother in it, holding me and caressing me. I couldn't help not to let a few tears slip as I felt almost this aching hole in my chest that I would never be able to escape no matter how hard I tried, it would always catch up to me.

I continued to walk down the stairs into the kitchen seeing the previous nights mess that my father had left, I decided to just clean it up and avoid a argument later on in the night when he got back from the pub and it would end up getting really hostile. I know it's hard on him but its also hard on me but I would never dare say that to him, only knowing it would explode in my face. After finishing the kitchen I grabbed a cup of orange juice and sat down at the table only wishing it was a normal Monday morning and that I was sitting there with her while she read the paper sipping her coffee. I couldn't help to think about the day when we got the news that my mother secretly disappeared only to find her dead the next day by causes unknown that my father wouldn't tell me about, and till this day I don't know what truly happened to my mother. 

I almost felt anger in the moment, towards my father and tried to understand where he was coming from but at the same time I have every right to know. I slowly put my hands over my face trying to contain all my emotions and not be a mess, I almost didn't hear my dad pulling up in the driveway and eventually opening the front door. My head quickly shot up trying to avoid each others gazes but eventually we looked at each other and my eyes started to water up once again seeing him with my mothers favorite flowers, orchids. Me and him never understood why those specific ones were her favorites but throughout the year, they've grown on me a lot more than I like to admit.

"How did you sleep?" he gave almost a sad grin as he sat his hat down on the table and placed the flowers in a clear vase, it took me a minute to respond because what was I supposed to say. "Not to well, I kept tossing and turning throughout the night" I spoke softly and shrugged my shoulders, It was surprising that me and him were even having a conversation, a civil one for that in fact. I take some features from my father but not very much, I have his abundance of freckles and his sharp jaw/cheekbones.. but everything else comes from my mother. Her bright green eyes, super curly hair, and a small button nose, maybe that's why my father could never look at me long because all he is reminded of is my beloved mother. "I thought it would be nice to buy some flowers for her, especially since its been a whole year without her.." he spoke almost as soft as me and looked down at the ground almost like he couldn't bear to say those words, and honestly hearing those words broke my heart all over again. "They're beautiful and if she was here, she would've loved them" tears started to fall and I quickly wiped them away trying to avoid my voice from cracking.

"I'm sorry" he finally spoke up after a few minutes and sat beside me holding both my hands in his own "I'm sorry for not considering your feelings in any of this and I'm so sorry for not being the best father to you since she's past" this was the longest he's looked at me and didn't break eye contact and that's when I decided to ask him the question I've never wanted too "What actually happened to her dad?" my voice finally broke scared of the response that I was going to get and you could even see in my fathers face that he wasn't expecting the question. He stuttered for a second before taking a deep breath and nodded, letting go of my hands and clearing his voice. "She was going back to her old school because she wanted to start teaching there, and it was pretty late so I was just going to expect her to sleep at motel that night. But on her way there, some.. monster took her and tortured her until she was gone" he mumbled the last part and tears started to weld up in his eyes before looking away "and since then, we haven't gotten any justice for her death. He got away with it" his voice sounded angry and stressed as if he was living the night all over again.