The Lost Blood: Into the Muggleworld || Draco Malfoy

Chapter 14: The Portrait

Amara stayed at a room in the Malfoy Manor that night, aggressively requested by her father. She stayed in a room with dark walls, a white carpet, and a bed with two posts standing at the bottom of it. The walls lacked decorations, except for one rectangular object that was covered with a drapery. Out of curiosity, Amara tugged the piece of cloth, revealing a beautiful woman's portrait. The woman in the portrait had brown, wavy hair that fell on her breasts, green eyes that reminded Amara of Styles, and full plump, pink tainted lips.

Amara stared at it for awhile, jumping a bit when it spoke with a soft, but stern voice."Staring is quite rude, don't you know?"

"I-I am sorry," Amara stuttered slightly. "To be honest, I do not even know why I was staring. I truly am sorry."

"It's okay, child," the woman smiled at Amara softly."I saw what Tom did-- you must be pained by what happened."

Amara nibbled her bottom lip as memories of Styles' death surfaced in her brain. She quickly changed the subject as an attempt to stop a few tears from escaping her eyes." What's your name?"

The woman in the portrait motioned for the bottom of the frame with a name engraved in it: Adelaide Augurey Kane.

"Beautiful name," Amara complimented.

"Thank you," The woman said, her pink lips curling up in a small smile.

"You..you aren't a Malfoy..... Why is your portrait hung up in here?" Amara furrowed her brows.

The woman answered," I used to be a friend of theirs... Perhaps they pity my death."

"How did you die, Miss?" Amara questioned." If you do not mind me asking."

Adelaide, the beautiful lady in the portrait, sighed, the small smile in her face faltering a bit." He killed me......... Voldemort killed me."

Amara bowed her head in shame." I-I'm sorry..."

"Nonsense, child," Adelaide said." It was not your wrongdoing. Although you may have his blood running in your veins, your heart is purer and much more stronger than his."

Amara was extremely touched by Adelaide's words. She gazed upon the woman in the portrait in awe." Thank you, but I believe that my heart is neither strong or pure for I have done things that made my innocence die long ago."

Adelaide's face softened." Hush now,child. You show signs of humanity, which he lacks. You show signs of regret, pity-- and love. You show great concern over those people around you. And although Tom may view this as a weakness, it is what makes us stronger than ever."

"You seem to know so much of Voldemort," Amara spoke.

"Ah.... Tom, I know well, for we went to Hogwarts at the same year," Adelaide spoke." Voldemort, however.... I am not sure if I quite know him."

"Oh," Amara sighed." Out of curiosity, madam, what house were you sorted in?"

"Slytherin, of course," the woman smiled as she reminisced her old days in Hogwarts." I am a proud one for making it there. The hat considered to put me in Ravenclaw, but for once, I wished to be Slytherin."

"Why Slytherin?" Amara asked.

"There is something so..... Admirable about that house," Adelaide said." I don't know what, but I know that I was meant to be a Slytherin."

"Yes, well it seems that it does suit you," Amara smiled calmly.

The woman grinned back." How about you, my child? Of what house are you in?"

"I...uh... Never attended Hogwarts," Amara stated, her cheeks growing slightly red.

"Why not?"

"Well, uh... Not really my scene," Amara answered." I still learn magic though... At home that is."

"That must be hard, considering the fact that you won't have the proper space to do it," Adelaide said." But, nonetheless, you seem to know a lot of spells and tricks up your sleeves, which is completely admirable."

"Thank you," Amara smiled once more.

"Why are you here, child?"

"Voldemort made me stay."

"No, why did you come here?" The woman asked out of interest. A child so pure like Amara should not be in a place that is filled with darkness.

Amara inhaled sharply. Why was she here? She hated to admit what she came here for because even she can't understand why; but only one name seemed to pop in her head everytime she asks herself why." Draco Malfoy," she unconsciously said.

"Oh, that silly little boy!" Adelaide chuckled. "Quite the flirt he is!"

"You know him well?" Amara asked hesitantly.

"Of course!" The woman said," he comes here to visit my portrait often... He discovered my portrait when he was about ten years old. Quite the sunshine he is!"

Amara couldn't help but chuckle." Draco? A sunshine? That does not seem to fit well with the Draco I know."

" Ahh, yes," Adelaide grinned." He is a complicated boy with lots of walls around him. He acts like he does not care because he is scared. Honestly, i have heard what he said and did in Hogwarts... Not so pretty things, am I right? "

"i've heard them all from my sister," Amara nodded." But when he came into my house, he was rather.....Just annoying."

Adelaide laughed." I guess he is not one for the first impressions."

"He was a complete dick," Amara laughed along.

"Well that's not a nice thing to say," A voice spoke up from the entrance of Amara's temporary bedroom.

There stood Draco in his all black tux, looking at Amara cautiously. He had been watching her for a few minutes now, but she did not notice. She was too busy talking with Adelaide-- to busy talking about him.

As if all the air has been knocked out of Amara's lungs, she spoke softly." What are you doing here?"

"Well, your father is certainly a charming man," Draco said." Went on a murder spree down in the living room. I think he knows that Potter and his friends destroyed most of his horcruxes."

"...and I wanted to see if you were okay," he mumbled, looking at Amara as she casted her head down." Are you?"

"Even if I say no, there's nothing we could do about it," she sighed as she let her body fall unto her bed, which was covered with a black quilt.

Draco stood there, silent for a moment. His eyes landed upon the woman in the portrait who smiled knowingly at him. He smiled at the woman, but his eyes pleaded for privacy. Adelaide understood and gracefully departed the portrait, leaving Amara and Draco alone.

Draco stood motionless by the door, still quite unsure if he should go into her room. He was afraid to invade her space; afraid that he was unwelcome.

Amara gazed upon Draco, who seemed to be deep in thought. She bit her bottom lip, contemplating a certain thought. She finally decided and called." Why are you standing there? This is your house, you know....you can sit here," she patted the space on her bed.

He was about to go in, but halted when they both heard Voldemort.