(A/N, have fun)
"What's the meaning of this!" The voice of a woman called, and we all snapped our heads to Mrs. Weasley.
"We just defied my father," I told her, my body still shaking with adrenaline.
"Is that the voice of our little Slytherin?" I heard Fred ask from the bottom of the stairs.
I took off running to him and jumped into his arms. He caught me and held me close as tears fell from my eyes. I felt his emotions of surprise and excitement and for the first time in a while, I felt okay. I felt safe with him.
"Sae, as glad as I am to see you why is everyone here?" Fred asked me, still holding me.
"We couldn't complete the task that Voldemort gave us," Theo spoke up for me, "Put all of us in danger."
"Not me," Draco said, "Snape killed Dumbledore for me. My task is done."
"And I mended the cabinet," Pansy whispered, scratching her arm.
"It doesn't matter. Now we can run," I spoke up, and Mrs. Weasley watched our every move.
"Why am I in danger?" Seamus asked me.
"If I didn't kill Snape, which I couldn't, Voldemort was going to kill you," I told him honestly.
"Technically, I was supposed to kill you," Blaise told him, "But I am obviously not going to do that."
"Wait, so did all of you get the mark?" Hermione asked us.
"We had to," Draco explained, "We were all threatened into it."
"SO, YOU ARE ALL DEATHEATERS!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.
"It's against their will!" Harry yelled, "They chose to be good, and I promised to protect them."
"How can we trust them?" She demanded, anger rising.
"They have always fought with us Mum," Ron told her, "No matter what, they have chosen to be good."
"And they had to lose a lot to be good," Hermione said, staring at Theo.
"Even if you can't protect us, please protect Seamus," I begged her, staring at my brother.
"We need them, Mrs. Weasley. Me and Sae are connected to Voldemort. We need her to defeat him," Harry said pulling me up to stand beside him.
"It's always been me and Harry," I told her, and I felt her anger reside.
"Let's discuss this over a cup of tea," She told us and went to the kitchen.
"I can help you," Pansy offered and followed her.
"Sae," Seamus said coming up to me and hugging me, "I am sorry."
"It's fine. A lot has happened this year," I said hugging him back.
"You always have my back, and I never have yours," Seamus told me, tears falling down his cheeks.
"I'm your big sister, it is my job to protect you," I told him pulling away as Mrs. Weasley came back in.
"There are horcruxes," Harry started, "There are seven. We need to destroy them if we want to have any chance of defeating Voldemort."
"Have we found any?" Blaise asked.
"I destroyed the diary the second year and me and Dumbledore destroyed one," Harry explained.
"What are the others?" I asked Harry, sipping some tea.
"We don't know. We have to go looking for them," he told us.
"I can't," Draco told him, his hands shaking, "I have to go back."
"Draco we can't," Blaise told him.
"He's talking to you isn't he," I muttered.
"My task was complete," Draco sobbed.
"So, he is calling you back," Harry asked him, and Draco nodded his head.
"I'll go with you. I also completed my task," Pansy told him, but her voice was wavering.
"We can't split up," Theo said, his voice shaking with tears.
"We have to," Draco explained.
"No. I can't lose any more family!" Theo sobbed, his heart breaking.
"Pansy, you need to stay," Draco told her.
"NO!" She said standing up, "I told you that I would follow you no matter what. We will go back. You will take down Voldemort from the inside, sending clues and helping how you can, and I will go back to Hogwarts. With Dumbledore gone, it's going to get back. I will help the fight there."
"It's dangerous!" Hermione told her, sadness dwelling in her.
"I can't let him go alone," Pansy said, grabbing Draco's hand.
"Draco, we can all follow you mate," Blaise told him.
"Not this time," Draco sobbed.
"We can't be splitting up," I spoke, my voice soft and tears escaping my eyes, "We have always been together."
"Bill's wedding this summer," Mrs. Weasley told us, "Everyone is invited. You can all see each other one last time."
"No!" Theo yelled, "It won't be the last time. Why is everyone acting like we aren't all going to make it?"
"Theo, we are now in a war," Harry told him,
"We are all going to make it. I can't lose anyone else!" He sobbed, his anxiety high.
Draco kissed him and brought him into a hug. Pansy came up to me and I held her tightly. I kissed the top of her head, and she hugged me like it would be the last time.
"Stay safe. Don't be dumb," Pansy told me.
"You do the same. Remember, Neville and Luna will be at Hogwarts and can help you if things get out of hand," I remind her.
"Take care of my roommate, okay?" Pansy said to the golden trio.
"We got her," Harry said, grabbing my hand.
"So, here's where we pick if we stay or go huh?" Blaise asked and we all nodded our heads.
"Me and Pansy are going," Draco said and walked to the floo network.
"I am going Horcrux hunting," I told my friends.
"Me too. Voldemort took everything from me. I have to be part of what takes him down," Theo said, moving to sit in front of Hermione.
"Blaise, what about you?" I asked him.
"Sae, I don't trust you to not jump off a cliff into a dragon's den unless I'm there to supervise. I am with you," Blaise said and sat next to me.
"We will see you at the wedding, be safe," Draco said and grabbed some floo powder.
"You two as well. Don't think you are safe just because he still trusts you," I told them, and they nodded their heads.
"Malfoy manner," Draco said, and a silent tear left his eyes as he disappeared into the flames.
"Malfoy manner," Pansy said, his voice shaking, and we watched flame engulf her body.
"Being an empath fucking sucks," I whimper, crying into Blaise's shoulder.
"Now what?" Seamus asked, looking at us.
"Now we get ready to take down Voldemort," Harry told us.
And I would soon learn that maybe this was the last time we'd all be together.
Maybe.
Maybe.
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empathy *a Slytherin love story*
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