Fake Truth

VII

Draco walked into the very familiar circular room, his wand alight using the spell 'lumos', however many did not appreciate his late night presence.

''Turn that bloody light off!''

"Honestly, some of us are trying to sleep!"

"Quit your shouting, you woke me up!"

"Who's there, what do you want at this time of night?"

"What's the time, it can't be morning yet, what is happening?"

"Silencio,"Draco swished his wand and walked over to the pensive which was bare and dry. He was starting to get a headaches with all their shouting and screaming. 

'Where are the memories? Where do these people keep these bloody  memories?' 

He paced the room, hands behind his back, looking for a sign for the memory cabinet.

He took the Silencio charm of and the shouting started again. "Where is the memory cabinet?" A demanding tone came out the Draco's mouth.

''Draco, my dear boy.''

''Phineas Black.'' he spat out.

''What do you want my dear boy?'' his tone was cheerful, unlike the one Draco used towards him.

''Memory cabinet,'' Draco stated simply, giving hard glares at the other portraits.

"The memory cabinet? Why do you want the memory cabinet?" Murmurs filled the room as the portraits were asking each other about the cabinet. He was back to young little Draco, as he sneered at the paintings covering the circular room, his hair lay messily across his forehead just like it did in his fourth year; bright blonde and viscous.

He raised his wand at the portraits in front of him, "Tell me, where are the memories? I demand an answer!" He was furious, anger burned inside of him, filling him up and coming out of his head.

"I am capable of doing  so much more than just threatening." 

The murmurs slowly died down, as they went to stare at the young man who was standing tall, eyes burning into them with clenched fists by his side.

A group of women in a large painting of a sunny patio in front of a vineyard fainted and a couple of young men from another rushed through to get them back up. Some of the portraits started to scream at Draco again, blaming him for the fainting of the women.

"Look what you've done now, boy!"

"I'm glad I'm not your mother, I'd be ashamed of you if I were!"

"Where is it?" His voice was rough, through gritted teeth as he tried to get an answer.

"It's over there, next to the stairs," a large man sitting by a table shouted  over the noise, pointing a fat, fleshy finger at the opposite wall to a dark brown wall enforced chest.

Taking long, fast strides he covered the area in seconds. Flinging the doors open he started to scramble through the shelves looking for a vial which had the memories of Valerie in there. Desperation took over him as he pushed the different vials looking for her's. 

He had been standing outside the office all evening and that time wasn't going to waste. He dug deeper in the shelves, some of the vials were coated heavily in dust. Minutes passed as he kept looking for it, deeper and deeper into the cabinet, it looked like a never ending one to him, nearly half his body was in there.

The portraits kept silent as he searched for that particular vial. He hoped that it was in here, after all Dumbledore's portrait said that it was in here somewhere.