Theo is offered a deal- no Azkaban in exchange for returning to Hogwarts and working for the ministry. He can't take back his heritage or his name, all he can do is live with it. No one should have to live with the choices their parents made for the...
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//Violet
I was about to come grab my books, realizing I'd left them downstairs when I was about to round the corner and spotted the guys sitting around my things deep in conversation. I didn't really feel like being pulled into it at the moment so I hesitated.
"We all were raised with some fucked up beliefs. It's a miracle we can even recognize that. My father pinned me to the floor so they could mark me, remember?" Theo says. My hand goes to my mouth. I knew he didn't want the mark, but I didn't know how much he resisted either. To have your own parent pin you to the floor in front of Voldemort....
The guys paused and were quiet for a while. I couldn't help but imagine the scene, Theo's father shoving him to the floor, Theo fighting, the tears I was trying to fight off started to fall. I wiped my eyes on the back of my hand and turned around, leaving them their privacy to go back to my room.
The war had been hard on all of us. Being here, at school where is happened, having the walls fall down around us, not knowing who was going to win, if I would make it. It was horrible. How our war broke out at school, a school for children, is insane to me. Wars should happen on battlefields, if at all. Not a school.
When I got home that night I found my father. He'd had a heart attack when he found out about the war and was hanging on by a thread. I couldn't even imagine what would have happened had I not come home when I did. I spent the whole summer taking care of him, but he seemed so frail now, lost his job, I had to support us.
I forced myself to take a few deep breaths and gather myself. Now was not the time to fall apart. I had done that already. I had a plan, a future. We were fine, now. Finally pulling myself out of my pity party I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in," I say, tucking my legs up under me so that they're criss cross on my bed.
"Hey!" Daph says excitedly sitting at the edge of my bed mirroring me, "did you hear what's going on in the common room tonight?"
"No, what's up," I smile.
"Low-key party. Just us 8th years, well a few seventh years, but we're planning to chill out and have a good time. You wanna come down?"
"This a plan of the three musketeers?" I laugh. It was good to see they just wanted to hang out after their talk and not regress.
"Who else?" She waggles her eyebrows and laughs.
"Ok, ok, I will try to have a little fun," I smile, "what are we wearing?" Daph squeals and catapults out of my bed to my closet and begins rifling through. We're always in uniform so any time to don our street clothes gets her excited.
"We wanna keep it casual, its just us in the common room, but still hot," she slides my hangers as she judges all my clothing, "I swear you dress like your eighty," she sighs, rejecting all of my sweaters and t-shirts.
"Hey, I just like to be comfortable. Didn't realize I would need to be hot at school," I launch a pillow at her and she ducks it laughing.
"Ooh, here we go," she pulls out a low cut loose v-neck in a charcoal color from the closet and some skintight jeans, "casual, but cute. And shows your chest off. Perfect!" She claps her hands together.
I just shake my head at her and we get dressed, throwing on a bit of light makeup and head downstairs to join the others.
On one of the study tables it looks like everyone has laid out their contraband alcohol to share and the lights are dimmed, music coming from somewhere- a wizarding rock band I forgot the same of. It's almost drowned out by the din of the chatter going on in all the groups. I see almost all of the eighth years and a few seventh years including Luna and Ginny with Neville and Hermione.
Daph grabs my hand and leads me towards our fellow Slytherins who are picking on one another and laughing.
"All I am saying is that you haven't looked at anyone since you've been back. What happened to your plan?" Zabini teases Theo.
"Oh, I have been sticking to the plan. Just a little more focused on step one," he shakes his cup at Zabini reminding him his alcohol intake.
"Normally I don't condone overconsumption but Nott, you are outdoing yourself as usual," I throw myself down next to Blaise knocking shoulders and smiling.
"How do you know this was his idea?" Blaise looks offended.
"It wasn't?" I laugh.
"It was joint effort, I mean he asked, but we helped let everyone know." He pouts a little and everyone laughs.
"Here, Towers," Daphne leans behind us grabbing a spare bottle of wine and some cups, she hands me one.
"Cheers," I smile to her.
"Look at you letting loose Towers, didn't know you were still capable," Nott smirks at me.
"Well, it's Friday night, not midday on a Tuesday in class, Nott."
"Stop with the irritating flirting please, I can't handle your incessant bickering tonight," Malfoy interjects, "Let's have some actual fun. I need it. Badly." As he says this Astoria comes up behind him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind and gives him a kiss on the cheek.
"Never fear, Draco. The fun is here," she winks and walks over to her sister who has a couch to herself, Daphne hands her another cup, "in fact, I have an idea!" Her smile is devious as she looks around at us.
