Unforgettable

2003

*pic pertains to first part of chapter*
*slytherin point of view by Riddle TM for the last part of the chapter*
Setting: September; Malfoy manor, Draco's POV...

     I was starting to lose hope, until the Daily Prophet published that my Lily-Dove was spotted in across the pond. It didn't say exactly where she was, but at least she's alright-at least she's alive. I tried reaching out to her through the mirror and even the journal but have gotten no responses from her. Leo just keeps growing and it seems that Nyx is here with him almost every weekend-for Leo and mother's sake more than her own. Nyx doesn't even talk to father and he, himself seems to be giving her the silent treat-as he did before she ran away, after she's was confirmed a squib.

     It's as if he's forgotten the darkness spread by the war and the shame it brought to the Malfoy name. As if he's forgot how the dark lord had Greyback bite her; how her blood curdling screams echoed off the walls of our manor and all anyone could do was watch as she died before us all. Her screams and terrified, lifeless eyes still haunt my dreams-the bite and claw scars still mark her body...but father acts like he's forgotten it all. Acts like he's didn't cling to her corpse and cry like a broken man who had lost everything. Acts like she's still a disappointment and disgrace to our family-like Leo is a bother to him...I use to think blood purity was important too-until I met Jemima.

"Draco," my father's voice comes from the doorway of my bed

"What?" I sneer-I still resent him for it all and loath him as well

"Do not speak to me like that," he snaps

"Stop acting like it al, didn't happen!" I snap back-the chair I had been sitting in clangs against the floor, "STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DIDN'T HEAR HER SCREAM AND CRY AND DIED!" I yell at the top of my lungs at him, "STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DIDN'T BREAK DOWN-CRADLE HER AS YOU CRIED-REPEATING YOUR CARE FOR HER AND HOW SORRY YOU WERE! STOP PRETENDING THAT YOU DIDN'T!" My shouting bouncing off the walls, before calming down, "stop pretending that you didn't have a role in her end before the returns..."

     My father remains silent as he meets my glaring eyes and we continue to stare at each other until my bedroom door suddenly and quietly opens...

"Sorry to intrude on your, I mean, interrupt your rather-um...riveting conversation," my sister says upon entering-only confirming all outside my room heard me, "dinner is ready," she goes on showing no form of emotion-much is the Malfoy way, "you need not concern yourself with defending me for my sake Draco," she tells me as her eyes shift from me to our father, "I can defend myself when I feel it's necessary-I am a Malfoy after all...wanted or not."

"..." my eyes shift between my sister and father as their own seem to be speaking volumes to each other

"Come...Draco," she says still eyeing our father

"Of course," I say quietly, knowing it's my que to leave the room

"Nyxie I-" I hear father start quietly as slowly take my leave down the stairs

"Need not worry Mr. Malfoy," I hear my sister with the calm, collect voice of a proper lady-a proper princess-would use, the way she was taught to speak and act as a Malfoy, "once dinner is through, your disgrace will disappear immediately after."

"..." I stop halfway down the stairs as I hear Nyx now following me

"Nyx-" our father starts again

"I know it was you who killed my nightingale," she tells having stoped at the top of the stairs and turned around quicker than I can and father stops suddenly, "fitting end I suppose," she adds in, "after all...you are the one who gave it to me-when you actually gave a shit about me-when you thought I had magic. It's funny, isn't it?-how one moment I was everything to you, how you loved me...and the moment you learned I wasn't fit for the Malfoy name, I became nothing-insignificant," she tells him, "you taught me how to be prim and proper and posh," she goes on, "you taught me to look down on exactly what I am-and the moment I turned out to be one of the things a number of blue bloods turn up their noses at...what did you do?" She asks him, not breaking tone, "you showed me what the definition of conditional love looks like. Well guess what?-it's Charlie and the Weasleys-and my son, that taught me what unconditional love looks like. You didn't do shit for me. First you tried to deny it: "that's not possible,they're must be some mistake," then rage and anger, you privately grieved-as if someone died, and finally...not acceptance-instead you treated me like a pebble in your shoe; tried to ship me off to the "best" Muggle school you could afford in hopes of never having to see your shame again. How fortunate for you that your unwanted spawn was dragged back to the house she never wanted to set foot in again, to be killed before your eyes and made so the blemish on your perfect family tree was gone...I'm sure it's a disappointment to have me back-isn't it?" She goes on, "I know what Draco was screaming about is nothing but lies, I know so because all you do is fight with the man I love, avoid talking or being around me and act the same way with my son as you did with me; you ignore him-a toddler-a innocent toddler who hasn't the faintest idea what Muggles, squibs, and magical blood is, hasn't a clue what he did wrong and why his grandfather doesn't wanna spend time with him..."