Mine (harry potter fan fic)

Chapter 56 - memories that aren't mine

A/N - ugh, thank god I can update more now, fortunately due to it being Christmas holidays I can update much more than I have in the past few months. It feels good to be able to sit down not completely stressed out of my mind and just write whilst taking my time. Also the video at the top is a song I truly believe it's what Donnie would say if he was romantic but alas he's not quite ballsy enough to admit that.

Cleos PoV
*Recap*
"There's someone by the window." He whispers almost silently to me, my head turn almost instantly towards the window where the curtains are drawn.
"Get down."
Donnie dives behind the sofa as I near the curtains, a dark figure lingered outside, I strain my ears to try and listen to whatever they're saying. I snatch the heavy velvet drapes tugging them to the side, I growl audibly as the mystery person is revealed.
"Go away! Piss off!" I storm towards the door opening it, expressing my anger in vulgar hand movements specifically flipping them off.
It's one of the reporters from the Daily profit (other than Rita Skeeter, *gasp*, who knew there are others who work for that goddamn paper other than the most fabulous, talented and brilliant journalist Rita Skeeter). The greasy looking man with a camera and notebook ran off quicker than you can say trespasser.
I trudge back into my living room cursing under my breath about those pigs, Donnie cocks his eyebrows at me questioningly.
"Bloody reporters" I grumble collapsing back down onto the couch,
"Ah, yes, nothing says 'we think ya were on the dark lords side all along' like stalking someone." Donnie jumps over from behind the sofa landing beside me. He pushes the mess of what he calls his hair backwards and a small smirk stuck on his lips.
"I didn't even want this..." I start to ramble Donnie adding in here and there.
"I know."
"I mean, do people really think Harry'd protect me if I wasn't on his side..."
"Obviously not."
"I risked my life so many times and betrayed Voldemort more than anyone would ever dare to even think about! It isn't my fault that he forced me, at least I don't think so, I don't even know why or how Voldemort knew about me?! What's so bloody special about me?!" I waited for a response from Donnie to see him biting his tongue, I furrow my eyebrows at the boy. "Donnie? Do you know why Voldemort wanted me on his side?"
"Look..." Donnie goes to say something but I instantly cut him off.
"No, don't...don't...'look' me. You do or you don't." I stare at Donnie with disbelief, my jaw hangs open as I shake my head for a second.
"If we could just go upstairs I'll show ya..." Donnie stands up heading towards the staircase,
"No! You knew all along and let me suffer not knowing the truth, when were you going to tell me, Donnie?!" I pounce onto my feet clutching my wand in my hand, Donnie freezes, his hand on the wooden banister. I watch him lick his lips before answering.
"If I could just show ya..." Donnie takes a step towards me, I flick my wand at him, I find myself using the Legilimency Spell.
I gasp as I enter Donnie's mind.

Memory 1
"Please, the girl I know would beat you in her sleep whilst drunk." Donnie scoffs at his snatcher friends, they're in Malfoy Manor, just hanging about joking around. The topic of conversation is girls who are better than Bellatrix lestrange and others.
"Yeah right! What's so special about her than Don?" One of the Irish snatchers shove Donnie jokingly.
"She's amazing, she's the best witch you'll ever see. Mastered all her spells by 'er third year at that posh snotty French wizarding school. Beauxbaton or whatever it's called. She pulls the best tricks and she even gets away with everythin' not just cause she's a pretty face. She's sneaky and could kill ya with a delicate flick of 'er wand." Donnie explains, a smile printed wide on his cheeks.
"Awe, well mate, she still single?" The Irish snatcher laughs along with his fellow friends.
"No clue, 'aven't seen Cleo in a while." Donnie let her name slip from his lips without taking any notice of what he had just done...
"I heard a bunch of filthy snatchers were here, what do you want Donnie? Where's scabior or the werewolf, Greyback?" Lucius Malfoy enters glaring at the Snatchers, his eyes searching for the usual leaders.
"No 'ere, away on business with the dark lord, which is what we came 'ere for. Business." Donnie swaggers forward hooking his thumbs on his belt loops, smirking richly.
"Business?" Lucius coos, Donnie nods his head.
"You see, Lucy, good ol' Scabs told me that every time we find something worth looking at, brung it to you. I mean with the Dark Lord coming back soon and all you might want prove ya self loyal to 'im. It was you wasn't it who ran off with tail between 'is legs when the dark lord fell?" Donnie circles Lucius as he plays with his fingerless gloves, Lucius pulls out his wand holding it aimed at Donnie.
"You idiot I was the one who hired your little group to do this!" Lucius growls, Donnie holds up his hands in defence, a smirk never leaving which irritates Lucius further.
"Calm down, Lucy. We found ya something." Donnie's finger twitches gesturing for the finding to come forth.
The snatchers threw down a beaten up muggle man.
"Speak." Donnie demands as he digs his hands into his pockets satisfied with his find.