TRULY REALITY [A Harry Potter Fanfiction]

46|Malfoy

I met Malfoy in 2 day intervals, and comforted him when he wanted it. He told me about the horrific things he saw, and how one day he was made to kill someone in front of the Dark Lord.

"Right now, you're my only friend you know?" He asked.

"How?"

"I can't really talk like this to the Slytherins can I?"

"They'll just make fun of me. And father and mother will get to know, and then the Dark Lord. Then, they will mark me as not loyal. And blah blah blah." He added.

After a while, he put his hand on my arm and said, "Cassie?"
I hummed a response back, looking at him now.

"Please don't hate me." He said, looking into my eyes as if trying to look if I'll lie.

"Why would I hate you?"

"I will- no. I have to do bad things. Hex people. Just promise me that you'll be there. I have to do them. I can't escape." His voice cracked by the end.

I patter his hand in reassurance. "I'll be here for you. As long as you know what you do, and it's consequences."

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It was a chilly day of October 12. I knew what was coming, since Draco told me. He was going to give the cursed necklace to Dumbledore. I warned home to be careful about the plan.

Katie Bell got cursed that day, and on seeing Draco frantically looked at me and quickly walked to the Room of Requirements. I followed him there, and on entering and shutting the door, he grabbed me by my shoulders and started shaking the living day light out of me.

"I didn't mean that to happen. I didn't mean to curse Bell. It- it was an accident. Why did she open it?" He blabbering at this point, and my head was hurting from all the shaking.

"Draco?" I called out, but he was still talking. "Draco?" Nope, still didnt stop. "Draco!"

He stopped and took his hands of me, and started walking in circles. He took something from the pile of junk, and threw it across the room. The sound of metal against floor rung in the room.

I went towards him and gave him a hug. A hug made anyone better, and it worked on him to.

"It's okay."

"Is it true?" He asked.

"What?"

"That you- you know the future?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. From where did you get that info?"

"The dark lord couldn't shut up about you. Said he had new plans to trap you. Plans that would destroy you."

"Well so you do know my secret."

"I guess I'll take that as a yes."

"So was it you put that note on my seat in the train?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"Are you using my own words against me?"

"Ya.. but jokes aside, it was me who put that note."

"Why though? I mean if you did it now I would understand. But then, at the start you didn't like me. I was just a muggle-born."

"Um... I don't know. I realized my mistake. I didn't want one of the students to die, when I could've stopped it."

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"So.... you think Malfoy's behind it?" I asked Harry, who had just came and told me about the 'Malfoy is a Death Eater Theory'. He was trying to convince me that Draco is a Death Eater, and to spy on him. 

I gave him vague answers and told him that if he was so sure, he should work on it instead. 

I then went out to Hogsmede. I needed some fresh air, and ideas to find out more about Laura. But she was almost always in a daze, and never answered my questions. 

I started walking through Hogsmede, but didn't enter any shops. I knew I would find something, and want to spend on it. That's when I saw a familiar face, walking down to the end of Hogsmede Village. I followed Laura all the way down, until she got into a rickety looking shack. There was a small window, and I looked through it to see what was happening. 

The dim light showed a woman talking to Laura. I couldn't hear a thing, but now I was completely sure that this woman was the one who I saw in Diagon Alley that day. After a minute Laura came back outside and with a smile went back up the village. She was still in a daze. I needed to know more, so with wand in hand I decided to go inside. I saw the woman go deeper into the house, so I went inside.

A rack of books, on a shelf got my attention. I went through the names of the books. Among the pureblood mania themed books there was a book about cursed necklaces. I thought of taking the book and dashing out the door. 

But  I heard the door lock behind me. I turned in fright and saw the lady standing there. Her hood off. But what frightened me was not getting caught. But the familiar face of the lady. A face I had seen so much. How did I not recognize the voice that screamed so much at me? 

I felt goosebumps  for me, as I saw the face of the person. Walburga Black. 

She was dead wasn't she? Somewhere around 1985? How is she here?

"Cassie Smith." she said in a drawled voice. "Finally got you didn't I?"

I raised my wand. "Oh... You won't be needing that here child." she said. 

"Who are you?" I asked suspiciously. Obviously it can't be Walburga. She's dead. 

"I'm sure you're very aware of who I am." 

"But you can't be. You died."

"Well that's what the world thought. After Sirius went to Azkaban, Regulus died, The Dark Lord vanished, Bella went to Azkaban too...... it was too much. I went into hiding to get out of trouble. The Ministry was after me for answers. Tell me, did anyone ever tell how I died? Hm?"

She was right. No one knew how she died. People just told it was an unknown illness. 

"So... you wanna do this the hard way? Or the easier way?"

"What?" I asked confused; my eyes alternating from looking at her wand and then her eyes.

"Accepting defeat of course. I'll send you to the Dark Lord and he can decide to either keep you or kill you." she said coolly.

"Why are you after me? I wasn't the one who was after you was I?"

"You're in my way! That's why. Since Regulus died and I am 'dead' the black house passed onto Sirius. I tried killing him that day at the Ministry, but you came in my way again."

"Wasn't that Bellatrix?"

"Illusions my dear. Illusions. It looked like Bella did it, but I was right behind her. 

"That still leads me to the question why me? I'm at Hogwarts and Sirius is at home alone. I'm sure you could go in there for a fight."

"The bigger problem still remains my child." she sneered. "He already made his will. He knows that fighting for the order comes with a 'I might die tomorrow' consequence. He split the house and the black wealth which was his, between you and Potter."

"W-with me?"

"Yes. Unfortunately. I get why with the Potter boy. But not you."

I couldn't stand there and talk for long, I had to escape. The last thing that I remember was that we are fighting with spells. And then suddenly falling into a daze.

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I suddenly felt heavy headed. And I started to hear the scratching of quills on paper. "As I was saying Mrs. Smith, your test results are extremely low. Not something I expected out of you. See me after class." said Snape handing me a paper. 30%?! Which test even is this? The test was date 23 October, 1996. 

What just happened? What happened to the days in between 12th and now? Wasn't I last with Walburga Black?

What happened without my knowledge? 

I need answers. I have to get out of this.