The White Sparrow {Draco & Lucius x Reader}

chapter twenty seven - could it be?

A month had come and gone in the blink of an eye.

At first the days were filled with anger and resentment about what happened to you. But each day spent with your family slowly made a difference. Memories were made, many laughs were had, and you begun to turn into your old self.

Your brother had gone through with his plan of leaving your London home by the end of the month and moving permanently to America. While the invite had still remained open for you to join him, there were too many barriers in the way.

Too many things left unsaid, too many negative feelings to create any kind of a productive new life in a completely new country.

So you stayed with your family. Bonding with your mother and seeing your father every evening helped heal a large piece of you that had not yet settled after the war.

While it may not have been something you realized you were missing, the world had its own way of bringing you the closure you needed.

And it had been wonderful.

But you knew you couldn't stay forever. You couldn't fly while there, your wings were left tied.

This was only a stepping stone, albeit an important one, into the next chapter of your life.

Raindrops pelted the window in your childhood bedroom and you stared at them solemnly, unable to discern one emotion from another.

Christmas was approaching and this was normally the happiest time of year for you. The traditions, and presents, it was absolutely your favorite holiday.

And yet something felt missing. A piece of you still fractured, yearning for it's other half.

It shouldn't have made any sense. How could you possibly miss the manor? And more importantly, how could you miss the man who did this to you?

But you did.

It was becoming harder every day to try and ignore your true feelings about the matter. And as much as you wished you felt differently, you weren't the kind of person to hold hatred in your heart.

The piece you were still missing was Lucius.

And it was hard to ignore.

But there was no way you could return. You'd put that idea out of your head the first few days back home, and you couldn't revert back now.

Instead, you curled into your twin size bed in your childhood home and prepared for a lonesome holiday season.

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Two months in and you'd begun to forgot the girl you were so many months ago. Half a year had passed since those dreaded days in the war, and your mind had healed slowly but surely.

You'd never be fully returned to your former state, which you'd become okay with. You had grown stronger through your memories, wearing them as layers of armor.

While it had been a strenuous and incredible journey to turn into a person you were proud of, you had truly transformed yourself. And there was much to celebrate about that.

But the days you spent in the manor you still clung to fiercely. You couldn't let go of your time there, despite how much you'd changed.

With every day that passed, you had started to change your mind about Lucius' deceit and come to a place of acceptance and forgiveness. It was something you didn't dream you could ever reach and yet you'd surprised even yourself.

Despite your own forgiveness, you had no idea if Lucius felt the same. For all you knew, he could've been back with Narcissa or had not cared at all about your departure.