Uncharted {HP FF}

Chapter 23

“Harry, are you alright?” I asked into the room. I felt a bit weird being in his dormitory but I wanted to check on him. I saw the curtains on the bed move the slightest.

“I told you, he’s sleeping” Ron whispered. I let out an unconvinced sigh.

“Well, he’s the only one that might tell me what happened at Hogsmeade. Just because I was with Cedric doesn’t mean I don’t deserve to know” I huffed.

“Go see for yourself then” Ron muttered. I walked towards the bed and slowly opened the bed curtains and my heart almost broke. Harry sat there, clutching a photo album, a tear running down his cheek. I heard the door close and Harry looked up to me.

“Harry” I breathed sadly

“He betrayed them. They trusted him and he betrayed them”

Even from his vague answer, I knew exactly what he was talking about, and the pain from the night that I found out came back. My eyes stung.

“I know Harry” I whispered and sat next to him. He leaned his head on my shoulder and I pet his hair to calm his crying, though I was crying with him.

“Every time a dementor gets near me, I hear my mum begging for mercy from Voldemort. Sirius is responsible for that” Harry growled. I thought this over a bit. He was only a child when his parents died, how does he remember? Lupin said we are to relive our worst memories, I guess there aren’t limits on them. But then does that mean, the voices I heard, was my mom and the Dark Lord?

“I hear my mom too” I muttered, but quiet enough that Harry barely heard, though I think he did.

“I guess Lupin is right when he says we’re a lot like each other” Harry said, calming down. I nodded without looking at him.

“You should try to get some rest”

Wise words that I should pay more attention to.

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“Wake up! Look at all your presents!” Hermione squealed in my ear. My eyes shot open and I fell out of bed. Then, saw a large pile of presents stacked next to my bed. It was slightly bigger than last year’s because some presents were bigger.

“Have you opened some of your presents?” I asked

“No! I’ve been waiting for you!”

“Alright then”

We sat next to our piles and began shredding the paper. I got clothes and a very pretty hand mirror and many other expensive looking things that I wish whoever bought them didn’t. It was more likely that I wasn’t even going to use it. Then I came to a small envelope marked with a name I haven’t heard in a while: Narcissa.

Dear Victoria,

 

My, it’s been a while since I have written to you. I am very sorry for this. I didn’t know how to handle our situation now that you know who I really am. I am dearly sorry I couldn’t tell you and even more so that you didn’t hear it from me. I don’t have much time to write, but I do wish to say that I miss you very much and I am looking forward to seeing you again. I promise that it will be sooner than expected but cannot tell you anymore.

 

I will see you soon,

Narcissa

I couldn’t help but smile at this. I was a bit upset still that she hadn’t told me but whenever I think of her soft eyes, it’s hard not to forgive her. I only wonder how a monster like Draco was raised by such a wonderful woman. Though I guess I turned out ok and I was raised by a monster.