The shadowed prophecy

Chapter 10: detention

We finish up with dinner and it's almost time to head for detention. As always I head out a little bit before dinner ends and I go to the bathroom and do my business and do some coke while I was there. I walked to the detention and bumping into people who hadn't already that my party was amazing. I think about how well it went and maybe I should have been in Slytherin but I'm thankful for my friends in my current house.

I look at my watch as I arrive and I'm just about on time. I knock on the door and the door opens on its own so I walk in and the door closes by itself. He doesn't look up until I put my stuff down on on of the desks and walk to his desk.

"So what is it this time. Gonna get me to kiss your dirty feet, get me on my hands and knees and scrub the floor not like it could change colour with the amount of shit on the floors" I say and I hear him chuckle a bit.

"Both of those would be fun to watch but no. Sit down" as he says that a chair appears next to me. I sit in it and wonder what he wants.

"Tell me what's your problem. You can change when people can read your mind and when they can't. You can see through my eyes and share it with others live and then you argue with me for no reason. So tell me how you can do so much and argue so well with a teacher and not have Dumbledore telling you off like he's known you forever" he says trying to get on my nerves.

"You know what just shut up. My parents are the ones that are supposedly missing even though they are meant to be dead for 6 and a half years after they passed in our living room I had basically just moved into London with my aunt and uncle and finding out I might be more powerful than any other witch or wizard. I also basically took care of my siblings because my parents were abusive and drug addicts and absolute fucking idiots that couldn't do shit for themselves. So I'm not surprised that they ended up working for the dark lord and basically fucked me up as well" I burst out and a feel tears coming out of eyes and I don't know what else to do.

"Wait your parents are Tabitha Holloway and Garrett Andersen" he asks genuinely curious.

"That's what you take from what I just said. God such an asshole but yea they are why do you care" I say not really looking at him.

"They said that their kids died in a fire and they thought they could try something new and become death eaters for the thrill they haven't had since before you guys were born" he says with a concerned face.

"Of course they would say something like that ass fucks. But how would they be alive when I saw that they were killed." Reconsidering my life as I know it.

"Well whatever there reason you know your safe here right in the protection of Dumbledore and myself" as he says this he grands my hands and look at me in the eyes. Those dark eyes as black as obsidian. The eyes that are causing butterflies all through my stomach right in this moment. Feels like I could stare into those eyes for an eternity. He touched my skin and all I can do is smile and lean into his hands that caress my cheek.

I pulled away because that was the responsible decision even if I didn't want to. I feel safe around him and let my guard down. I instantly felt him inside my head but he was going in the direction I wished he didn't but before I could he had seen some of a memory I wished he wouldn't of seen as my sibling Rose was being hurt and shoved into a tiny cupboard we had under the stairs which had so much dangerous things inside that I've been injured by. I close myself back up and and take a deep breathe.

"You shouldn't have seen that. Why would you even try and see what my parents were like" I say scared about what he's going to say.

"Hey I'm sorry I should have asked first. But what I just saw isn't okay and if that's what's happened to you and your sister that should be shared with someone that would've helped you" he says. Caring so much for me.

"It wasn't just me and my sister, it was also my younger brothers as well but I tried to make it stop for them but i wasn't able to do that every single time and when I did I'd get the pain that they would have done to them but with a bit more" I say crying just thinking about it.

"Did you ever end up in the hospital for it" he asks concerned.

"Yes but they said that I had gotten into a fight with some older person and never owned up for what they did because they enjoyed what they did. Hurting their own kids for pleasure" I explained. As I finished talking he came round and he gave me a hug and kissed my head. He sat back after a minute and he just smiled at me.

"Do you want to go back to your common room or do you want to stay a bit longer and talk" he asks softly.

"Can I stay here a bit longer I don't think I want to go back just yet" wiping my tears away saying this.

We talk a bit and I'm thankful I had stayed longer because he made me laugh and his reputation of him being heartless has changed as he made me happy and changed my mind from being this sad person I was earlier from my awful upbringing.

"I'm sorry to come back to the subject but you said your parents were murdered. Do you know who did it or how they did it" he asks cautiously. I don't really know how to respond so I think of another way to tell him.