𝐀 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 || 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

100. (EPILOGUE)

Our last two years spent at Hogwarts is a time I doubt I will ever forget, yet a time I will forever be grateful to have gotten through.

As a fifth year student, I could've never imagined how much Draco and I would actually need each other for the next two years, though it's easy to realize nowadays that I would have never gotten through that time without him.

The war was filled with overwhelming terror almost 24/7 and although most Hogwarts student will remember those years to be filled with loss and horror, I will always remember it to be the time I found out possibly the most life-changing news I could have.

I hadn't thought much of the memory I was mysteriously given at Christmas during my fourth year, though soon after being called into Dumbledore's office for an unknown reason, the memory became one of the most important things I owned.

The memory showed a small, soft-colored room that was full of all things a baby would need. There was a crib on one side with a soft rug near it that had toys placed all over it. On the other side there was a white basinet with a peacefully sleeping baby inside.

I didn't think much of the baby until I looked down to find it's small baby blanket with initials embroidered into the bottom corner. My initials.

Soon after the realization, my attention was drawn to the door of the room and the man quietly walking inside. He was a man I almost instantly recognized with his long white beard and his half moon shaped sunglasses that only partly covered the bright blue of his eyes.

Little baby me continued to sleep even as the man gently picked me up, a bittersweet smile upon his face. Pure confusion was all I felt in the moment. Until he spoke.

"I wish I could've been a better grandfather for you, Y/n," He whispered, the oh so familiar rasp apparent in his voice.

He could've said more, though in the moment I was too shocked to fully listen to anything else.

Dumbledore was my grandfather. I am Dumbledore's granddaughter.

After that moment, my whole concept of my magic and the time I had spent at Hogwarts changed. And although the secret wasn't one I was completely sure I wanted to learn at first, I soon would learn that it explained many of the things that happened during my schooling. I was a powerful witch because of our relation, which Dumbledore had afterwards explained to me that it would put a target on my back. Nobody else had solid proof of the relation, only suspicions, which meant that I was to keep it a secret no matter what.

Once the war had ended I decided to tell Draco. There was absolutely nothing he had been keeping from me so I wanted to show that same respect and trust.

Years later, the thought doesn't appear too often in my head, and although he technically was my grandfather, he didn't feel much like one. His death was awful and unexpected, but I grieved the same amount as the people around me.

I hope in another world I got to know my grandfather.

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5 YEARS LATER

"Darling do you know where the cups have gone?" Draco's voice carries through the hallways of our house, instantly catching my attention.

Already full of stress and nerves, I quickly rush over to the kitchen area, my fast footsteps slightly echoing through the house. As soon as I reach the room, my eyes begin darting around any place that the cups could possibly be.

"They're right there-" I begin, though am quickly interrupted by Draco as he grabs my hand, pulling me closer to him. His lips are tugged up into a smug smile as his eyes meet mine, his hand moving to the small of my back to pull me closer to him, our bodies nearly fully touching.