Two Like Us|| D. Malfoy

Prolog

I straighten my dress with one last look in the mirror. I take a deep breath and go downstairs to the living room, where Mum and Dad are waiting for me, ready to leave. If I had to characterize them, as parents I wouldn't change them for anything in the world, but as people, they embarrassed me. Even though my mother tried to hide it from me, I couldn't help but pick up on some conversations with others like them.

The others called them Death Eaters or followers of Voldemort. I wish others knew them as I do. To see the goodness in them. Freyah and Theodore Bennett were among the most feared Death Eaters.

That evening, they were both waiting for me on the sofa in the centre of the room, on our way to Malfoy Manor, where we were to attend a supposed meeting.

"Are you ready, honey," my mother asked me, setting the cup down on the coffee table and pointing to the fireplace next to her.

She was a tall, skinny woman with dark hair, like mine. It was a deep black, which, in my opinion, characterized her. My father, on the other hand, was a solid man, with dark blond hair and cold eyes, just like the personality he had when he wasn't involved with the family.

"Yes, can we get this over soon?" I say as I grab a handful of powder from a vase.

"Does she really have to come with us? She's too young, Freyah," replies my father with concern in his eyes.

"You know the answer," replies mother, "it's His will," she continues with a lump in her throat.

"His will"? Whose will? Could it be? God, I can't even imagine what it would be like to be next to the one-who-must-not-be-named in the same room. Though my parents were loyal to the dark lord, I've never had any interaction with him since he returned.

"Will he be there?" I ask in a trembling voice.

Dad looks at me as if he has just signed my sentence. We stop talking, so one by one, starting with Dad and ending with Mum, we throw the dust from our fist, clearly stating the place we want to get to. The Malfoy Manor.

We arrived in the living room of the Malfoy family. It was a family of three. Narcissa, or Cissy, a small, pale woman with two-tone hair, Lucius, a man with long blonde hair but a disgusted expression, and last but not least, Draco, their son, a boy neither too thin nor too fat, not too tall, but certainly taller than me. Draco and I were in the same house in Hogwarts.

For some reason, his presence calms me in a disconcerting way. I no longer felt so helpless and scared. I give him a frightened look, and he mimics "it'll be fine" with his lips. 

Hey guys!! I want to mention that apart from Evelyn, Valerie, her parents, etc., all credits go to JKRowling, the author of the "Harry Potter" series. I hope you enjoy.