Raised By A Killer // Harry Potter FanFic //

Searching For Answers

"Where do I start?" I ask myself out loud and Chase shrugs his shoulders. "You must have some idea on where he went," I say as we walk down the deserted street.

"I've told you a hundred times already, I don't know."

"You're no help," I mumble as I pick up the pace.

We continued walking down the street, not really knowing what to do, but having some hope that we'd see Logan around the next corner. We did this aimlessly for an hour and a half, which meant I now had half an hour till Mrs Weasley came back to get me.

"This is useless!" Chase complains as we head back towards his house. "He left two weeks ago, he could be in another country by now!"

Then a sudden thought hits me.

"Have you sent him an owl? Asked where he is?"

"No..." Chase says and suddenly we are running back to his house so we can send him a letter. We scribble down a letter each, pleading for him to come back or at least tell us where he is, and Chase sends them off with his Barn owl.

By the time the owl was out of site, Mrs Weasley was back and disapperated me back to Grimland Place.

As rude as it was, I ignored Mrs Weasley when she asked how my visit went and ran up stairs to find Harry, Ron and Hermione to talk to them about what had happened.

"You've got to report him!" Hermione cried.

"Yeah, you can't just let him get away with murder," Ron agreed.

"I know I can't let him get away with it, but something bigger is happening here. I didn't want to say anything when I was looking with Chase earlier, but what he said about having duties to do and never coming home again...plus he killed someone..."

"What are you saying Trista?" Harry asks not following, but Hermione was.

"He really is a Death Eater," she says and Ron and Harry's eyes widen.

"You can't still be his girlfriend Trista!" Ron yells and I snap at him to be quiet.

"Of course I'm not! I mean we don't know if what Hermione said is true but for starters he left me without any notice, then he killed someone...and now he might be a Death Eater!" I say and fall back onto my bed. "Why was I so stupid to believe otherwise? I mean, it makes sense. He showed me his Dark Mark...and then I didn't respond the way he wanted so he tricked me into thinking it was Draco and-"

"What?" Harry asks seeing my eyes light up with an idea.

"I need to go talk to Draco."

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I sling my backpack on, getting ready for one of my most crazy ideas yet. I was going to go and see my cousin, who in a second could dob me into Bellatrix and I could be dead if she had been serious the night I fled.

"Be safe!" Hermione cries, embracing me in a warm hug. Harry and Ron give me hugs too, not really saying anything because they thought I was crazy and shouldn't go.

"I'll be fine guys, really. I'll just take the Knight Bus there and wait till I can see Draco is alone and talk to him, get answers."

"What if he refuses?"

"Well then I might have to brake a few rules," I say to Ron holding up my wand.

"Don't do it unless he's really not budging. Try other ways first, taunt him mentally. Play on his emotions or something. Just don't use magic until absolutely necessary."

"Okay Harry," I say and he smiles.

I make my way down to the front door of Grimlamd Place. I check through the peep hole if there are any Muggles near by and then open the door. I start to walk down the street at a brisk place and cross to the park where Mrs Weasley had earlier disapperated me.