NO MORE A PRETENDER~ {The Lestrange Daughter #3}

𝟒𝟐. Hands

The voice was a distant one, but not unfamiliar. It was deep and rather monotonous and filled Valentine with a sense of irritation that could only be achieved by one man. As she slowly came too, she was able to make out the words mumbled under his breath.

"...imbecile. Reckless, foolish girl. When will you learn? I can't keep doing this. I can't keep seeing you hurt." Snape sighed and then fell silent, seemingly having slandered Valentine in her sleep enough to be satisfied. 

Then she remembered what happened. She remembered getting hit by an unexpected spell while her back was turned. She remembered falling, the storm quickly fading above her. She remembered the Carrow's, Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Draco-

Draco!

Her eyes snapped open with a gasp.

Snape, who was sitting by the bed, couldn't hide the startled look on his face.

"Draco." She croaked, her throat dry. "Where's Draco? What happened?"

"Calm down." Snape rolled his eyes like she was being dramatic. "I'm sure he's fine."

"What do you mean you're sure? Where is he?"

"Well, seeing as you said he left in search of his mother, I'll assume he's with her."

Valentine blinked twice, putting the pieces together near instantly.

"You lied to me. Draco was never hurt."

"Not as far as I'm aware."

"You fucking prick!" She spat. "Do you know how worried about him I was?"

"That's the last thing I want to hear from you..." Snape grumbled.

Valentine glanced around the room. The Head Master's private quarters. They looked as they always did. 

She sat up slowly, winching at a sharp pain that streaked across her stomach and right side. 

"Where are you hurt?" Snape asked immediately.

"That's none of your business until you tell me what happened. Where's Alecto? What happened after I fell? Who the hell even shot that spell at me?"

Snape didn't reply and it said everything and more. Her gaze darkened. 

"You better have a good fucking reason for shooting me out of the sky, Professor." 

"You had no reason to kill Alecto," Snape said plainly. "Not when the Dark Lord was more than likely to do so himself and not while you were in that state."

"And where the hell would Alecto be now?" 

"Bellatrix and Rodolphus escorted her back to Malfoy Manor. It's only been a few hours so I'm yet to hear any news. But I'd be extremely shocked to hear that she was still drawing breath." 

"Okay, so what I'm hearing is that you didn't listen when I told you to mind your own business." Valentine snapped. "I told you to let me handle things, damn it. Why is that so difficult to understand?"

"Because you should not be taking lives!" Snape growled, bolting up from his chair to stand over her. "I was unable to stop you from killing Amycus's but I won't allow you to so easily take this path! You're seventeen. Don't you think you'll one day come to regret decapitating a man?"

"No?" Valentine replied without a second of deliberation. "Are you forgetting what he's done to people? To the students? He was a murderous bastard who enjoyed watching innocent people suffer! Not to mention he didn't understand the concept of keeping his slimy hands to himself! Don't act like I killed some morally grey bystander who was minding their own business. You know what he was. And I thought I knew who you were. But if you're going to try and defend him-"