(HP) When Time Isn't Enough

Chapter 6

Crom-Cruaich, Celtic God of Sacrifice

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I hated my school with a passion, but Papa never understood. He never listened to me when I told him about how the other kids treated me. I was an outsider.

We had a small group of us. We were never accepted by our peers for who we were. They were all sheep. We wanted to find ourselves without the pressure of popularity.

And for those reasons, I was hated by the majority of the school.

That never affected my schooling, but my grades were always poor in every subject I ever took. The only one I ever did above average in was home economics, where I got to cook. Muggle cooking is just the same as potions brewing. That class was more than easy for me.

But I hated school life. I was surrounded by Muggles who each had a mother and a father somewhere. Whether or not those parents were still together was irrelevant. Some had lost one of their parents to death, just like I had, but no one else had two fathers. No one had two mothers.

I didn't belong there and everything I learnt wasn't worth it. I failed to see how trigonometry would help me win a duel against a Death Eater. Papa wouldn't listen, though. If I was at a Muggle school, I was far away from the Death Eaters. I would forever stay in my papa's life. I wouldn't leave him like Dad and Lily did.

After listening to Rose and Hugo talk about their fears over the OWLs, I left. I couldn't take it anymore. Ordinary Muggle exams weren't worth it. I told the teachers that I was leaving and that I wasn't coming back.

They called Papa to ask him about it. He told them that I couldn't just drop out. I argued the case. We yelled at each other until I threatened to leave him. I told him I would go live with Uncle Sev or I'd live on the streets of Diagon Alley.

I had never seen him go so white before.

He agreed that I could leave that worthless school, but he was beyond angry with me.

It wasn't until he was gone that I realised that he wasn't angry; he was scared. He was scared of losing me.

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He knew what he had done, the life he had chosen. He was now the enemy of so many he once considered comrades.

"Why the hell would you do something like that?" Blaise hissed, cornering Draco on his way out of the library.

Draco had been expecting this for a while.

"It doesn't affect you, Blaise," Draco responded weakly. Blaise had been one of the few people he didn't want to fight with.

"Doesn't affect me? Draco, the Dark Lord has ordered my marriage to Pansy before the year is over. She was yours. We grew up knowing that. You had so long to prepare for it and I've got a little over a few weeks..."

"Join me then," Draco offered. The thought of losing Blaise the way Scorp described it was too painful.

"Are you insane? Your parents are lucky they've been untouched these past few days. You're lucky he hasn't ordered any of us..."

"Change sides, Blaise. For your own safety, please."

The dark skinned boy froze at Draco's plea.

"What do you know?"

Draco had to remind himself how deeply involved Blaise was before he revealed Scorpius' existence. The moment the Dark Lord discovered that child, it would be over for him. He was too talented to not be wanted by Voldemort.