March 28.
1 year since I had engulfed myself in this murderous war.
It was a twisted yet satisfying feeling to know this birthday wouldn't be spent weeping.
From 5 culprits it had leveled to 2.
The masterminds.
FLASHBACK.
I viewed from afar witnessing the moment of my mother's death.
"Tell us where it is and we'll leave you and your daughter alone!" The blonde enraged man threatened.
My mother said nothing.
One by one each of them picked a separate dagger for themselves and spun my mother around stabbing her and the women with filthy curly hair laughing the loudest and others syncing their laughs with hers.
Finally, the blonde man twisted his dagger into my mother's stomach where a child had been growing, ending the life of my mother and her unborn child.
They showed no pity, no mercy, no remorse, no anything but laughs and a strangled disappointment.
I hid and hid and hid from the monsters searching for me, only to be found by the lady who had placed me in the orphanage.
"Darling, I'm talking to you!"
Draco snapped me out of the horrific flashback.
"What were you saying again...?"
"We should host a party to celebrate your birthday.."
"There is no need."
"Oh come on, just friends and family!" Draco began insisting.
With an annoyed state of mind, I reluctantly agreed. We were standing in my office, the window wide open when we both heard a loud cry of a toddler. Both of us investigated the scene in shock and curiosity.
"Do you personally think you'll be a good mother?" Inquired Draco.
My heart sank. Draco's comment was quite unexpected.
"Do you think you'll be a good father?"
Draco's expression was still. No emotion.
"No."
I wanted him to elaborate. My eyes searched his sharp features looking for a detailed answer.
"I think I would have to blame my father for this one. Don't get me wrong Emerlyn, I love him I really do. I see that he's made mistakes and has tried to mend them. However, during my youth years..." Draco cut himself off.
He had never dived this deeply into his parents.
"During your youth years?"
His face crumbled with sorrow. His eyes watering. His eyelashes low.
"He was never present. I mean he was there physically and emotionally...I don't think he knew even the slightest things about me...and whenever I tried to confront him he shoved gifts and presents down my throat...." Another halt.
"But never an apology...it was almost as though he forgot he had a son... I don't know why it felt like that...but it just...felt....as though he was always occupied with something else more valuable than his only child.."
It was today I realized how different my and Draco's worlds really were.
I had the curse of no parents.
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Fanfiction"If you see a woman with an injured arm, a red cloak, and most dangerously a dagger" asserted Draco viciously. Sternly, gazing at the reporter who dared to question him. "I advise that you.." he swallowed the rough lump in his throat and finally par...
