Raised By A Killer // Harry Potter FanFic //

Confused

I decide to not be a completely bad person and throw Draco's wand back into his yard which I stay long enough to see him pick up angrily. I catch the Knight Bus back to the park. I was questioned more then once about my more frequent visits by the pimply boy.

I ignore him again as he makes a smart remark about seeing me in ten minutes as I get off the bus and start back towards Grimland Place.

When I get back, Hermione pulls me into a hug and grabs my arm, dragging me upstairs. I am pulled into Harry and Ron's room where they were playing a game of wizard chess.

"You're friend is back if you haven't noticed," Hermione says as we sit on Ron's bed.

"We knew she'd be fine," Ron mutters and commands one of his knights to take out Harry's bishop.

"I was worried sick, I waited by the door for the moment you got home."

"You didn't need to worry Hermione, it went smoothly. I talked to him and I found out it wasn't him at the owlery. It was Logan, he showed me his Dark Mark. I asked Draco if Logan was working for Voldemort and he said yes. So I guess that's that."

"But there is something that doesn't add up Trista," Hermione says as the boys join us. Ron had quickly finished defeating Harry. "I've been thinking and Logan, he's a Muggleborn."

I flop back onto the bed. "And Voldemort hates Muggleborns. He'd never get one to work for him!"

"Right, but that is, if he knows..." Harry says.

"He's the most powerful dark wizard, surely he'd know," Ron says and we all look at each other confused.

"I can't figure this out. I'm just so confused. Nothing makes sense anymore!" I throw my hands up in the air dramatically but don't even fool myself, we all laugh.

"So did Draco ask where you were? Surely he knew you were missing?"

"I did most the taking, but no he didn't say anything. And when I said my mother was dead he definitely looked surprised. I don't think he knew I wasn't Bellatrix's daughter till I told him."

The three nod silently while I sit in a trance, once again, realising something. Draco would either say nothing to his parents about my visit, or ask them about me not being Bellatrix's daughter. But until we returned to Hogwarts, I wouldn't know.

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The end of the holidays happened so fast. Suddenly Grimland place was hectic as everyone hurried to find all their things and pack them into their trunks. Although I had told Harry, Ron and Hermione I hadn't wanted to talk about Logan, he somehow had managed to pop up every now and then.

As I ran back up the my bedroom to grab my sweater, I found myself where I didn't want to be - alone with Fred.

"Ris," he said closing the door behind him.

"Yeah?" I say, sidetracked, trying to find my sweater. I pull my bed away from the wall and look behind it, it wasn't there.

"Are you looking for this?" Fred asks holding up my sweater.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks," I say going to grab it from him but he pulls it away.

"Fred, we don't have time, give it to me!" I say smiling.

"Not until you say I was right," he smirks and my smile disappears.

"I knew this would happen at some point."

I walk over and sit on the bed and sigh. "Ris, you know, I was only ever looking out for you," Fred says as he sits next to me.

"I know, and the fact I didn't listen, and got mad at you makes me feel awful about it. You are so nice and caring, and I've been a complete idiot-"

"Stop, you were just trying to see the best in someone. And that's not a bad thing." Fred gently placed his hand behind my neck and pulls it towards his lips. I pull my head away causing Fred to shake his head.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tried that. I'll go," Fred says suddenly and gets up.

"Fred, wait," I yelp and stand up as he's about to open the door.

"After the way I acted. All the mean looks, the ignoring. And you still-?" I start and he just looks at me in a way that gave me the answer. Guilt and even more confusion was flooding through me. I had been awful to him and he still liked me. I didn't deserve that.

"Fred, you shouldn't. I mean- you don't..." I look into his eyes trying to find the words. "You don't deserve me Fred. And I don't deserve you. Either way, you can do way better and I don't want me to stop you."

I grab my sweater and leave. I really had made a mess of myself and I didn't know how to tidy it up.

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Authors Note

I'm back! My first two weeks back at school were hectic but I think I'm going to be alright...for the moment anyway.

Quickly, I just want to say thanks for all the reads! I'm so close to 1k which might not seem like much but to me it's huge! ☺️

I know this is a short chapter but I didn't want to put half of my plan for the next chapter in this chapter...if that makes any sense at all ahaha.

I've also decided to start a Harry Potter fandom account on Instagram, it's @phoenixfawkess       I'll post some things on there every now and then :)

I'm going to start writing the next chapter right away.

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