𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔

The Fault

When she began running out of the Great Hall, she debated on going to her dorm and packing, but her mind couldn't focus on that. Running. That's all she could think of doing, is running. She couldn't think of anything else. All she wanted to do was find her sister, even if that means risking her life. Alone. Not with Draco. Not with Tom. But by herself.

She didn't know what was roaming through her head with these thoughts. She knew that it was dangerous, but she had to find her sister. The only place she could run to was the Astronomy Tower; her thinking place.

Why does Tom blame me for this? Maybe he's right. Maybe I am a shitty friend and sister. I shouldn't have gone to the ball. I needed to stay looking for her, not having fun.

This is my fault. It should be me, not her. Pansy has never hurt anyone. Regardless of how she felt about me and Draco, she finally came around. I need my sister back. I can't keep doing this without her. I'm going to find you Pans, even if I die trying. I won't give up.

He could hear her thoughts and he didn't like it one bit. How could she even let what Tom said bother her? He was drunk and completely out of line; nothing he said was true. Not once in her life has Skyra Parkinson ever been a shitty friend nor sister. Even when someone had given her every right and reason to be, she didn't have it in her to be that way.

Remembering when he gave her every reason to be shitty to him, she just tried to make things simpler and make peace with him. Not once did she ever turn her back on him; she was always there when he needed her.

June 28, 1992 | Summer after First Year

"Sky..."

She looks up from her book and glances up to see him, a look of stress on his face. "Draco, what's going on?"

He had never come into her room at Malfoy Manor without knocking, or in general. He stayed his distance from her and made sure he didn't talk to her or about her to anyone.

His head fell down, "I want to give up. I can't do anything right in my father's eyes and all I do is disappoint him in everything I do."

"No you don't," she pats the spot on her bed for him to sit next to her, which he hesitates for a moment before sitting. "Tell me what's going on."

"I just want to do good by him, but no matter what I do it's never good enough. I try to be a good son but he tells me I'm not doing enough to do good by this family. I want to give up and just run away."

He pauses before beginning again, "Sky, I don't know what to do anymore."

She pulls him closer to her, his head dropping to her shoulder, "Listen to me Draco, no matter what he says, you're trying your best. You're only twelve, you can only do so much. He's just being hard on you."

His tears seeped down into her black silk nightgown. She knew that he was truly hurt by everything his father is doing to him. She felt horrible knowing he is going through this and that he felt the only person he could talk to was her. The person he treats like crap was the only person he felt comfortable venting to.

No matter how mean he was to her, all the cruel and vile things he has said to her. Including the, 'go kill yourself, Parkinson,' she would never turn away from him. She knew that life as a Malfoy and a Parkinson puts a lot of pressure on them, but with him being the only son, there is more to it than for them being girls.

Skyra had a soft spot for Draco and he had one for her, but his was buried deep in his soul, and would never admit it to anyone.

"I should be doing so much more at twelve. Mum wants me to try out for quidditch, but father won't allow it. He says that I have to be better as a man before I can try out for it. I just want to have normal school years, but I can't because Malfoy's are important in the wizarding world."