Glorified Gadgets

Gasoline

Draco didn't know how he felt about torturing sessions. He would only be around if there was someone important in the group. This time it was just a random group of muggles. He had promised Pansy he would fill in for Blaise and this was Blaise's job, so Draco had to be there.

It initially confused the Deatheaters in the group, but nobody dared question Draco.

"Line them all up! Let's see what we got," Draco kept a cold expression on his face. One by one, the Deatheaters sat the muggles on their knees and took the black hoods off their heads. Draco's eyes scanned the line of crying and struggling muggles. His eyes, however, stopped on one woman who wasn't struggling. Something seemed familiar about her. Like Draco had seen her before.

Draco walked over to the woman and looked at her face. She had pale skin, baby blue eyes, and straight, yet matted, platinum blonde hair. Draco was taken aback by how much this woman looked like his late mother, but his face didn't show it.

"Would you like to take that one, General Malfoy," A voice behind Draco asked.

"No," Draco replied shortly. He knew if he tortured that girl, he would never get the memories of Voldemort torturing and killing his mother out of his head. It just couldn't happen. He spent so long getting those memories out of his head, he could never relive those memories again. Never again.

                                          ...

"You look like death itself! What happened," Veronica questioned.

"Nothing. It's just cold out," Draco walked over and sat next to Veronica on the couch. Veronica shook her head and began to let her hair down. Draco couldn't help but take in the scent of her vanilla perfume.

"Lily, can you make two servings of French Toast please," Veronica called out.

"Right away, Mistress," a robotic voice stated from the kitchen.

"I completely forgot about Lily," Draco rubbed his head. He still couldn't get the thought of that girl out of his head, but seeing Veronica sure kept his mind off it.

"Oh really," Veronica giggled, "Oh! You got some mail today! I also got some too from this weird organization called Phoenix."

"Huh, weird," Draco shuffled through the mail and noticed he revived a letter from his father. He immediately opened it, curious of it's contents.

"Dear son," the letter read," I know we haven't spoke in over a month, but I would really like to see you. I have fallen extremely ill and it would make me very happy if you would come visit.

Love, Dad"

For the first time in two years, Draco felt tears roll down his cheek.