Harry Potter and the Daughter of Black

Forbidden Friendship

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A few days later, Druella found herself walking toward Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle with a look of mischief in her eyes. She couldn't resist sharing her latest accomplishment with them, even though she knew it would get a rise out of them.

"Hey, guys, guess what?" she said with a sly grin. "I was in the Forbidden Forest and overheard Lockhart. When he chased after me, I managed to escape after attacking him."

The reaction was exactly what she'd expected. They all stared at her in shock, and Goyle's face went pale. He hesitated before asking, "You didn't?"

Druella gave him a cold, unamused look, her eyes narrowed. "I did," she said bluntly, her tone unwavering. "He was chasing me. I wasn't going to let that slide."

Crabbe's jaw dropped. "She's going to Azkaban," he muttered, his worry evident.

Goyle looked like he might faint. "What if we can't bail you out if you get arrested?" he asked, his voice shaky.

Druella waved them off, not bothered in the slightest. "No, it's fine," she said with a small smirk. "I found this book. Lockhart lied about his success, and this book lists all the names. So, if he snitches on me, I'll snitch on him back."

The three of them were stunned into silence, their mouths agape as they processed what she had just said. It was clear they hadn't expected her to be so calm about it.

Draco, after a long pause, spoke up, his voice hesitant but concerned. "Mother will help if he turns you in. She'll take care of it."

Druella rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Whatever," she muttered, dismissing the concern with a flick of her hand. She wasn't worried.

Later that evening, just before supper, Druella saw Draco, Crabbe, and Blaise hovering Neville up in a tree, giving him a wedgie. She didn't even hesitate. Her heart pounded as she rushed over, her anger flaring.

"Stop it!" Druella shouted, her voice sharp with authority. She immediately disarmed Draco, flicking her wand to remove the offending spell.

The boys froze, momentarily stunned by Druella's intervention, but she wasn't finished. Her eyes glinted with fury as she lectured them, her tone cold and commanding. "This isn't funny," she said, eyes narrowing at each of them in turn.

Turning to Neville, she tried to help him down from the tree, but as she reached for him, he slapped her hand away, his voice full of annoyance. "I didn't need your help," he spat, and Druella froze in shock.

She hadn't expected that reaction.

Draco, seeing the situation as an opportunity to turn the tables, shouted, "Ellie, why are you defending him? He's nothing."

Neville, to her surprise, shot back, "Leave her alone!"

Druella's chest tightened, but she couldn't stop herself from defending Neville. "Draco, stop," she pleaded, but her voice was barely a whisper compared to the forceful way he spoke.

Draco sneered. "No, Ellie. Stop defending him. Just like the Weasleys. Father's right. Your defiance will affect us all."

Druella's stomach twisted at his words, a pit of uncertainty and anger forming inside her. The harshness of his tone, the weight of his words—they struck deep. "That's what's going to happen," Draco continued, voice low and venomous. "Your defiance, just like Aunt Bella. Your actions will affect us all. No matter what, you will affect us all!"

Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, Druella felt completely vulnerable, like everything she had built up to protect herself was crumbling away. She wanted to scream, to shout back at him, but the words stuck in her throat. She felt like a small, helpless child all over again.