26: She's not a weapon!

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Draco's POV

Since it was the weekend, I returned to the manor without telling my parents. After all, it was my home too, and I didn’t always have to let them know, right? I knew there would be new orders from the Dark Lord, and I wanted to check if my parents were okay.

I heard my mother talking to someone. As I approached, I heard a voice I could recognize anywhere in the world: Ángeles. She was at the mansion when she was supposed to be at school. Why was she here? Had she lied to me?

Thinking back, I realized I hadn’t seen Angie at school for over a day—not in the hallways, not in the common room. I didn’t worry too much until, after talking to Nott, I found out that even he didn’t know where she was. She hadn’t been to her room that day, so where had she gone?

Without thinking much, I started walking towards the room where I could hear my mother talking. I had to know the truth, had to know why she was here when she said she would stay and rest after being dazed by the Weasleys' prank.

As I got closer to the door, my father stepped between it and me, blocking my way.

"Draco, you must not go in there... You don't want to," he said.

"Ángeles is in there, isn't she? What are you hiding?" I raised my voice. "Why can't I see her? What are you hiding, father!?"

Without waiting for his answer, I pushed the door open, without using magic. What I saw stopped my heart for a second.

Angie was lying in bed, being cared for by my mother, visibly injured, bandaged, and showing signs of having cried. She looked weak, sad, broken.

"Angie!" I shouted as I ran to her. "God, are you okay? What happened to you? Mother, what happened to her!?"

Before I realized it, I had started crying for something more than just sadness. I felt an inexplicable helplessness. The sight of her so wounded hurt me inside. She was badly hurt, pale, and it was all my fault. All because of my cowardice, because I didn't dare to tell my father what was happening to me with what he had asked. I was supposed to get close to her, make her trust me, and bring her to this side of the war, deceived, with lies from the very beginning. I should have stopped all this madness when I began to notice how much she meant to me, the kind of person she was, the affection I knew she had for me, and that I also had for her... It was all my fault. That Angie was hurt was my fault.

"I'm fine, Draco, don't be scared," she said with a slight smile.

Even in that state, she was worried about me...

"Narcissa, I told you not to let Draco see her," my father said, looking at my mother. "As for you, Draco, I thought I told you not to come in here."

"What did you expect me to do, father!? I hear her voice when she shouldn't be here, did you think I'd just sit by and do nothing!? Look at her!"

"Draco, I think you don't understand the gravity of the situation."

"You're the one who doesn't understand, father!" I shouted. "Is anyone going to explain to me what happened!?"

"I don't owe you any explanation, Draco. Rasmüssen is in this condition because she fulfilled her duty, because she showed loyalty to the Dark Lord, a loyalty you seem to be forgetting," he said, raising his voice gradually. "Rasmüssen is our weapon, Draco! You won't ruin the plans or our reputation over your adolescent whims!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Angie was hurt, and my father referred to her as a weapon, as a mere means to an end.

"Don't ever refer to her like that again!" I shouted. "She is not a weapon!"

𝐀 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 [Draco×OC]Where stories live. Discover now