Unwritten Destiny | Drarry

Chapter 2

I accompanied my godfather to the potions room and watched him put a few silencing charms around the room. After he saw my state, he seemed deeply worried. It wasn't obvious—my godfather was good at concealing his thoughts and emotions—but I knew him well. So, putting up the silencing charms was proof of how seriously he was taking the situation. Malfoys value their privacy; we wouldn't easily reveal crucial personal information.

"Start from the beginning," he told me.

So, I told him everything, even the nasty parts. I didn't avoid telling him how he killed the headmaster in my visions. I honestly hoped he would give me some sort of clarification. After all, we never spoke about his participation in the first war. I knew that he had aligned himself with both sides. Dumbledore vouched for him in front of the Ministry, saying that he trusted him. I always assumed he was a spy, but to which side, it was always a mystery.

Severus was as secretive about it as my father. Both avoided the topic like the plague. My dad was more severe; every time I tried asking him about details of his past as a Death Eater, he would give me a harsh look and a nasty scolding. My godfather gave me those same threatening looks that he commonly uses with every student, but there was a hint of sadness that made me uncomfortable.

After I finished explaining, I waited for his answer but received only silence. I imagined he had to process everything; it was a lot of information, so I waited. I think we kept silent for a few minutes. But I wasn't the most patient, so I was the first to break the silence.

"Are you going to say something or not?" I asked impolitely.

"Impatient as usual," Severus mumbled.

"So?" I pressed.

"Draco, I must assume that you know you have to keep to yourself what I'm about to tell you." He started as I nodded. "It is expected that the Dark Lord will return," Severus explained. "He wasn't defeated as everyone thinks he was," he continued. "And when he does, he's going to call for his followers."

"That includes my father," I presumed. "Somewhat, that seems to include me too."

"After all, he started his campaign as a student at Hogwarts," Severus explained. "Most of his followers were also students." He continued, "Right now, he would need eyes and ears inside, where he could keep track of Dumbledore and Harry Potter."

"But why me?" I asked. "I'm not the only one who has a Death Eater parent."

"I have a theory," Severus said. "Let's say your father didn't show exemplary behavior as a follower." He started, "Maybe once he had admiration, but now only fear remains. He distanced himself as best he could from the cause." He continued, "He even caused some trouble."

"Quit being mysterious. What sort of trouble?" I asked impatiently.

"He had an important belonging of the Dark Lord," Severus said. "But he lost it." He explained, "You may have seen it before; it was an old diary."

"I know what you're talking about."

I remembered the diary. It was always at my father's desk, locked in a drawer. When I first asked about it, he gave me a desperate look, unusual for my always composed father. He held me in place, instructing me to never get close to it. But one day, in my second year, I saw him opening the once-locked drawer, and it was empty. He seemed almost relieved. When I questioned him, he only said, "I threw it away."

"It could have been a punishment; you getting the mark," Severus explained. "He probably knew you wouldn't be able to complete the task. He was just torturing you, to see your father suffer."

I looked at my godfather helplessly. I felt defeated because I had no idea how to avoid that. I couldn't change the fact that I was my father's son. Part of me felt infuriated that I had to suffer for his decisions. I remembered the look on my father's face when I got the mark, full of pain. But he didn't do anything to stop it, even held me in place, delivering me right into that psychopath's hands. But could he even do something to stop the most feared wizard of all time? Well, I wished he had at least tried, even if that sounded a little unfair. After all, I was there because of him; mother had to endure everything too, because of him.

"That's not going to happen again," Severus said with a confident expression.

"How could you be so sure?" I asked. "Do you have a plan?"

"I'm starting to think of something," he spoke. "I'm going to talk to your mother about it. We're surely going to think of a way out."

"You don't even have a plan. How could you be so sure?" I asked.

"You underestimate your mother, Draco," he explained. "She's willing to do anything to keep you safe."

That made me feel warm. It was a nice feeling, knowing that at least I had my mom to watch my back. Severus wasn't so far behind. I knew that I could count on him; this was only proof of that. That made me feel better, even slightly hopeful.

"Do you have anything to add?" Severus asked.

I thought about it, there was only one thing that I would like to ask, it was his opinion about the whole situation of killing Dumbledore. I need some sort of clarification about his involvement with You-Know-Who. It's not that I didn't trust my godfather, just felt uneasy. I knew he would help me no matter what because I was family, even if he was at the dark side in this war, he would turn his back on me, because that was the sort of person my godfather was, loyal only to those he cared. But I most definitely didn't like his involvement with that psychotic lizard.

"Out with it Draco." Severus insisted. "I don't have all night."

"It's about you killing Dumbledore." I stated. "I understand you used to be a spy, but to which side exactly?"

I was too tired to beat around the bush, so I was straight forward. He didn't seem surprise by my direct question. He seemed lost in thought, like he was remembering something unpleasant.

"It would be better for you to not know somethings, for your and my safety." He answered. "Just know that I'm on your side, doesn't matter where it is."

It was an uncryptic answer, it didn't satisfy me. I wanted the truth, but whatever that was, it was probably a dangerous topic. Being a spy meant to be secretive about it, that is the basic description of the job. Also, he could risk exposing himself to You-Know-Who, that would only mean death. Eventually, after a few moments of silence, decided to settle for the answer I got, at the end what mattered is that he was supporting me. I didn't like the idea of him killing the director, even if I didn't knew all the old man. But suppose that everything could change till then.

"Now, drink these two potions," Severus instructed as he pulled out two vials from his cabinet.

"What is it?" I asked.

"A calming potion and one to avoid dreams," he explained. "It would be good if you didn't have any visions, at least to be able to rest, but I'm not sure if it's going to work." He continued, "I suppose it could, after all, they're still dreams."

"I hope it works," I said, drinking them. "Do you have something for a headache?"

"Sure."

After drinking the pain medicine, my godfather accompanied me back to the dormitory. He asked me to come find him as soon as I woke up when he would have probably finished talking with my mom. I was partially listening because I was half asleep, feeling the potions starting to work. When I arrived at the dormitory, I was aware that there were still people awake. I must have mumbled something about needing to rest before passing out on my bed.