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[007] CHAPTER 6 - I WISH YOU WOULD

"i wish we could go back and remember what we were fighting for."
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Makayla Malfoy

August 13, 1997

When I got home 12 days ago, I was told that my siblings and I will not be returning to Hogwarts this year. My father's words made me want to cry, laugh, and vomit at the same time on repeat. I haven't fully processed it yet. I was hoping that, with a new Headmaster coming in soon, that I'd get to see my friends at least one more time, but no. I'm stuck with Mattheo Riddle. I would rather be trapped in a room with Louis from first year.

I've found myself journaling less lately. The Ministry has officially been corrupted by Voldemort and his Deatheaters. I guess that includes me, since I'm a Deatheater as well. That means that I've been busy... doing absolutely nothing.

Yep, you've got that right, folks. The kids were forced to stay home from school just to not do ANYTHING. Hold on, I need to do my breathing exercises so that I don't punch Preston from across the room out of anger.

Okay, I'm back. What was I talking about? Oh, right. Apparently, Voldemort doesn't believe that us children can be of any use to him apart from Draco.

...

DRACO?!

Of all people, HIM?! After last year, HIM?!

Draco is barely capable of hexing someone and he's been put up with the job of using Crucio on the witches and wizards that are brought into the Manor by any poachers or whatever. Personally, I'm glad that I didn't get the job, but I'm upset that I don't get to do anything. Lucius, your daughter gets bored, convince your bestie to let me do something. Let me go to Honeydukes, I need ice cream. I can't live with Almond Milk Ice Cream, it tastes like bum.

There are so many things that I would rather be doing rather than moping around this dusty mansion. One of those things won't talk to me. Rude.

My brother Preston won't leave me alone. He's starting to tick me off. Mumbling and rambling on about some new girlfriend he has. I almost snapped at him today to get him to SHUT. UP. I stopped myself, though, because I knew it wouldn't work anyway.

Kai knew when to shut up.

Why isn't Kai here?

I'm sitting here, pondering over all of the inconveniences in my life that I'm not even realizing the inconveniences in Nora's life. She's the only child in our family allowed to go to Hogwarts this year and she's beyond angry about it.

She claims that she's upset because I won't be there. No need to flatter me and make me blush...

But seriously, all of my dumb, stupid jokes aside, she's not happy. In fact, she said she won't get on the train unless I'm getting on with her. So far, Father hasn't budged. Honestly, I don't think he will. He's too stubborn.

Speaking of the blasted man, he just called me downstairs. I fear I must leave now. I'll try and write more, but, then again, I probably don't want that if it ever comes to the point that the Dark Lord loses and I'm a criminal. I don't need this being out in the public. I'm already facing enough punishment with the ink in my forearm.

Sincerely,
Makayla Irma Malfoy
Aug. 13, 1997

I find myself walking downstairs with a small pinch in my chest. As my feet cautiously fall to each descending step, I begin to wonder, have I done something wrong? Is there some odd or specific reason for my father to suddenly wish for my presence? I'm aware that Nora is being stubborn at the idea of me not going to Hogwarts with her, so I'm starting to wonder if it has something to do with that. Does father wish for me to somehow change her mind? Is he going to threaten me somehow in the effort to get Nora to give this fiasco up? Each idea makes my skin rise more and more until I'm sure that the goosebumps are evident.

My feet hit the main floor.

Carefully, I approach the living room and am met with my father's incompetent to emotion face. I'm unable to grasp the words from the back of my throat in time before he speaks, his voice full of the same amount of emotion lingering in his expression—monotone.

"We need to have a conversation," he states, his ocean blue eyes digging into my brackish ones.

"May I ask what this is about or did you expect me to be sorted into Ravenclaw before planning this encounter?" I ask playfully, trying to lighten the mood. His eyes don't even soften.

Awkwardly, I walk over to him and sit on the sofa in front of him, my hands resting nervously on my knees as I await for any type of response. Even a simple, "You're not funny, Makayla," would do, even though we all know that isn't true. I'm hilarious. Right, Louis?

Oh wait... He isn't here. No one is. It's just my father and I sitting in the very living room that I never wished to set foot in again. Sometimes I wonder how I got here. Did one single Christmas dinner ruin my entire life and kill my brother? Or would nothing about this moment be different if I had refused the command to attend last year? I wish I hadn't lost my Timeturner from fourth year. That'd make my life a whole lot better right now—or worse.

He sighs, his face contorting with annoyed disbelief at my attempt to make him even chuckle. How dare I attempt such a thing with the unbreakable Lucius Malfoy? "Your sister has declared that she will not be attending Hogwarts without you this year. Though we have tried on many accounts to change her mind, she has it made up. I'm afraid that we're going to have to send you to—"

I jump off the sofa as his sentence nearly ends as I come to the realization of what he's insinuating. "I can go to Hogwarts?" I question, my voice a little louder than I had hoped and my tone a little more girlish than I had expected. At his nod, I can't control my little giggle that I let out as I hop up and down once or twice before rushing to Nora's room to tell her the news.

Perhaps I can be happy this year. It all depends on if Voldemort wins or loses. I know that I'm not supposed to really be saying this, but I'm rooting for the second option.