H E R ; Draco Malfoy Book2

-CH 3-

"what are you doing here?" Draco ask, his eyes still widen because of the person in front of him.

It's mental, he thought. Nova has been gone the same time Vinnie went missing. And what doesn't add up was Astoria was with her.

"What the commotion here- what the fu-" Blaise's eyes grew the same size as Draco's, and for the same reason as well. Pansy's index finger was on Blaise's mouth when he looked back. His gaze went back to Nova and Astoria.

May 2nd of 1998

"He did," Vinnie's voice reverberated in his mind, like an echo of a spring clattering against the floor of an empty room. And it remained intacked like a nail hammered forcefully into a chunk of wood. He could hear them converse but before he could have a chance to barge in to explain himself, a hand grabbed his ankle and he apparated. He apparated with the person holding onto his foot—Abernathy. He kicked him off of himself.

"I thought you're dead."

"You thought who's dead?" He looked behind and saw his mother looking at him. "Mother-" before he could speak, she grabbed his wrist and dragged him.

"Explain later, come, the Dark Lord waits us." Only now did he noticed where they were. The forest. It took him time to think if he'd do what he wanted to do but eventually, he did. He snatched his hand away from his mother, it made he look at him. "Draco?"

"I have something important to fix." He said, spinning his heels around and attempted to exit the scene, but his mother already had grip of his hand.

"Can it wait? The Dark Lord is looking for us, all of us." Her mother explained. He snatched his hand away from her again, more carefully this time.

"It cannot, mother." He said, not looking behind at his mother, he doesn't bother giving her a glance. He always had anger towards his mother far before Vinnie entered his life, but at that very moment, he had hated her. Words cannot describe how much he had hated her. How much he had hated her for forcing him into a life he didn't chose, at first, of course, he thought it was brilliant to serve a master who resides in a mysterious place before ascending to his true powers more than a decade later, but now he had regretted and had hated his past self to even think of serving the dark lord as a task worthy enough to use the word brilliant.

"Draco, now is not the time for tantrums, the dark lord is-"

"No longer in control of me."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, mother. But I've spent my life letting people do what they want me to do, what you want me to do. It's time I live my life in my own way," he said, his voice determined to let his mother understand where he was coming from and where he want it to come through. Even though he had hated his mother, he still loves her more than he did his father. At least at times of difficulty, she was there to lend a helping hand and not a hand used for vile.

Her mother looked at her, he saw her face distort but he couldn't decipher of what the reason was. Disgust, pity, annoyance. But it didn't matter to him.

"Draco." Narcissa said once again, more stern than the last.

"You have lived your life the way you want, you can't thief me of that freedom-" he tried to reason but his voice was cut of by her. Screaming. Tears falling down her cheek.

"Freedom? You think I wanted this?! You think I just want some powerful sorcerer to take control of my life immensely that I have to watch my every step so I won't put myself in my own grave, so I won't put my son in his own grave." She said, it was unusual for him to see her in this state, nor does seeing her say far personal things.