So Many Secrets.

Sentencing and... What?

"Can Draco come with?" I ask quietly. He's making me have dinner in his- our quarters. I'd rather be with my friends, but he says the Great Hall might give me a panic attack or something. "Tomorrow?"

"I'll have to owl his parents, but I don't see why not," he replies. "I'll send it after dinner."

"Okay. Thanks."

"It's no problem."

If he's found not guilty I don't know what I'd do. He might get me back. He would take me back so he can hurt me and do so much more than he did before. 

"What if..." I mumble. I stop, hoping he didn't hear me, but he did. He puts his book down and nods for me to continue. "What if he isn't found guilty... What if they get me back? I mean, you didn't officially adopt me or anything, so..."

"He isn't getting you back, and me and Dumbledore have started the process of me gaining guardianship of you."

"So... adoption?"

He needs to stop using such big bloody words all the time. 

"Yes."

"How do you know he isn't-"

"Because if he tries I'll probably strangle- I mean, Dumbledore is setting things up... so you won't go back." He finishes his plate. "He will never get you back, understand?"

I nod, but I really don't. I don't understand. 

How can Dumbledore protect me from the government?

"Don't you go worrying about it," he says. "It's going to be alright. He will be found guilty, I mean, how could he not?"

"Because I'm unbelievable."

"You are not, now eat. After dinner I have a new book for you to start."

I eat, but only because I'm hungry. I don't really want to.

"I set up an appointment with the therapist for a few days after sentencing. I have something going on that day, so Dumbledore is going to take you."

"Do I have to go?"

"Yes, you have to go."

"I'm not hungry."

"Eat."

"No."

Honestly, I just want to curl up in a hole and die right now. That's what I want. 

Well...

Okay, not really. I want to cocoon myself in blankets and go to sleep. So sort of the same thing, right?

Fine, definitely not the same thing, but close enough.

"If you're finished that's fine. Try and finish this book by the end of the week."

He started giving me chapter books a few weeks ago and I've decided that I can't like the picture books better. So I don't think I'm going to finish this by the end of the week.

I go to my room, lie on my bed, and pull my covers over my head.

I don't want tomorrow to come.

Maybe if I fall asleep I'll sleep forever. 

After only a few minutes of sweet silence, someone uses the Floo to get to my room.

"Ah, the depression cocoon. Haven't seen it in a while."

"Draco, why are you in here? I could've been naked, you know."

He chuckles. "You only ever change in a bathroom."