Riddle - The untold secret

Chapter 6 (English)

Instead of celebrating the best Christmas of my life, I was now celebrating the most horrible.
I was only allowed to leave my room when I had to go to the bathroom.
My food was brought to my room and I was not allowed to write or receive
letters.
Whenever I met Draco in the hallway, he avoided eye contact and stayed
out of my way.
But this whole situation was his fault! Annoyed, I kicked my dresser and looked in the mirror.
Who was I kidding anyway?
I was at least as much to blame for it as he was...

"Y/N..."
In front of me stood a figure whose face I could not recognize.
That it was a boy, however, I could recognize.
Slowly he stretched out his hand and remained in this position.
Cautiously I looked around, but everything around us was bathed in a black light.
I looked again to his outstretched hand.
At a closer look I noticed the gold ring he wore on his finger.
Strangely enough, I remembered just
at that moment the conversation with the dragon...

"Over a hundred years ago... something was stolen from me. Here... Look for it and bring it to me..."
"What was stolen from you?"
"A gold ring... HE took it and made it his own..."
"He?"
"Vorlost Gaunt!"

I took a step back.
Whoever this boy was....
I didn't want to grab his hand.
"Y/N...."
Without thinking about it, I turned and ran away.
I didn't know where I was running to.
I just wanted to put as much distance between us as possible.
In the distance I saw a small white light.
I quickened my steps, but no matter how long I ran, I couldn't get any closer to the light.
Rather, it seemed as if it was moving steadily away from me.
Abruptly, I stopped and watched as the light was swallowed by the darkness.

I woke up and looked around my room anxiously.
It was the middle of the night and the room was only dimly lit by the light of the fullmoon.
I sighed and was about to get up when my door slowly opened.
I quickly pulled my legs back and hid under the covers.
I thought I would die in the Tri-Wizard Tournament and not in my own home.
The door was closed again and I heard softly Footsteps, which came closer and closer.
I squinted my eyes.
If I didn't see the Monster, maybe he didn't see me either.
I did not want to die...
The monster sat down on my bed and I held my breath.
Without thinking much about it, I threw my blanket over the monster and kicked it off the bed with both legs.
"Ow... damn...."
I frowned.
Hm. Weird.
The monster sounded exactly like...
"Draco?", I whispered and he pulled himself out of the sheet and glared at me.
I grinned inwardly.
Somehow he had deserved it.
After my nightmare, I was afraid enough.
Draco put the blanket over me again
and sat back on the edge of the bed. He did not look at me and kept silent. I sighed.
Why did he come here if he had nothing to say anyway?
"You got in trouble because of me. That's why I wanted to... you know....", he said and I raised an eyebrow.
"I know what?"
"Do I really have to say that? You know what I mean.", Draco said, looking at me.
It was clearly written on his face how difficult it was for him to say sorry. Actually, I didn't expect him to apologize for what had happened. After all I was also to blame for it.
I was more interested in why he did it.

"Maybe... I am adopted."
"And if? What would you do then?"

"Now listen to me carefully. I'm Y/N, your sister, and I'm going to take you
to bed, okay?"
"You're lying because.... because Y/N is not my sister."

"I'd be jealous of anyone who tried to take my brother away from me. Besides, Pansy's a bitch."
"No one is going to take me away from you. Because you have something that
other people don't have."

"Draco...?", I asked quietly, getting terribly nervous.
I didn't know if I really wanted to hear the answer to the question I was about to ask him.
"Hm?", he just went on and I took a shaky breath.
"Are we... even siblings?"
Draco looked down at the ground and narrowed his eyes.
"We grew up together, so..."
"I meant are we related by blood, Draco.", I interrupted him.
It was silence and only vaguely I detect the ticking of the clock.
The blood in my ears was rushing so loudly that I was almost going mad.
"Why don't you say something...", I whispered, close to tears.
Draco looked at me and put his hand to my cheek.
"How am I supposed to answer that question honestly, when you look at me so sad?"