diggory | d. malfoy

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YEAR SEVEN, CHAPTER SIXTY

MOVING PICTURES
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Francesca and Draco met up in secret almost daily and slowly they began to rekindle the relationship they once had.

Sneaking around was hard but staying apart was harder. With every passing day Francesca was becoming more and more convinced that she should just give up everything she has for Draco.

Francesca was considering becoming a Death Eater for Draco, so they didn't have to hide anymore. But then she thought about her father and how disappointed he would be, that was the only thing stopping her. She was all Amos had left, she couldn't do that to him.

Everyone was getting on the Hogwarts Express for Christmas Break. Francesca was excited to get out of the gloomy castle called Hogwarts and see how her father was doing. She wasn't going to tell him how things at Hogwarts were because she knew he wouldn't let her go back.

Although Francesca was sure that he would find out soon enough now that all the students were going home.

The train ride was long and boring and Francesca spent most of the ride asleep, her head leaning against Pansy's shoulder, until finally they arrived.

Amos was waiting at the train station for Francesca like he did every year.

"Dad," Francesca smiled, still running into his arms and hugging him as tightly as she did in her first year. For a split second it was as if things had never changed.

Francesca noticed a lot more students holding onto their parents tightly this Christmas. Never wanting to let go. Francesca couldn't blame them.

"Let's go home," Amos said, holding onto her hand.

Once they were home Francesca headed up to her room. Everything looked the same as how she had left it before starting her 7th year at Hogwarts.

She sat down at her desk, picking up the framed family photo that had been sitting in the same spot since her 13th birthday.

Francesca stared at the moving picture. Her mother's long blonde hair blowing gracefully in the wind, a pearly white grin on her face. Her father who watched his wife in admiration and then looked at the camera, over and over again. Cedric was standing tall, his Hufflepuff scarf wrapped around his neck, one arm wrapped around his little sister a smile appearing on his face and disappearing again every so often. And lastly stood Francesca, swaying from side to side as the strong winter wind blew around her, a grin on her face.

It was the last family picture they had ever taken with all 4 of them in it. It was bittersweet. Francesca didn't know at the time that this would be the final picture of her family. She was glad she had the memory.

Francesca placed the photo back into its original spot and stood up, staring out the window at the snowy landscape. She sighed, thinking back on the past, everything she had lost.

She wondered how she had survived all this time.