After a War ((Old Copy))

Chapter 22 Book 3

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Draco refused to believe it, there was no way they could get him to believe it. Though it seemed like they had Hermione convinced. She sat calmly next to him, she often looked at Draco, but had her eyes on his parents most of the time. No fear or anything in her eyes, just respect, she was far too calm for his liking.

"I know it doesn't make sense, but he isn't." His Mother said calmly, why was everyone so calm!? How was he alive and there!? Why in Merlin's name was his father so happy!? He almost killed Hermione, multiple times, and almost killed Justin! How was he supposed to believe anything that he said!?

"If he's alive, how is he here? That's my first question." Draco asked, he was trying to sound as calm as possible, but as usual, he failed and simply sounded stressed out and annoyed.

"If you're alive how are you here?" His mother responded.

"Oh well Hermione brought-you brought him." Draco realized it in the middle of his sentence. His mother had brought his father here, just as Hermione had done the same with him.

"Yes." His father finally spoke.

"And why should I believe that any of this is true?" Draco asked the second question. Hermione nudged his arm to show that he shouldn't question her, but he continued.

"I know it doesn't make any sense-"

"-Of course it doesn't make any sense! One, he cheated on you and had four other kids and you still care about him!? And two, he tried to murder my fiancée, and myself, multiple times, and last night he tried to kill my so-....." Draco cut himself off with a sigh before he continued to yell. His voice echoed across the almost empty house, just making him more infuriated at the situation and at himself.  He hated his father with every ounce in him, he wished he had never seen him again. Sure he regretted killing him, but that was only -Only- because he didn't want to be known as a murderer. But it was too late for that anyway.

He had been standing by the time he was done yelling, but had sat back down when he finished, burying his face in his hands and trying to make sense of the world. He was happy, living in the apartment with his friends, he was happy, being with Hermione and planning the wedding, he was so happy to have a normal life, even if he didn't have a wand most of the time. He was still happy, and then all of this was thrown at him. Hermione was dead at the moment, but he was sitting right next to her. Nothing made sense and it was all his father's fault.

"All just faked, you remember after I gave her the dark mark how she was in a coma state? During that time, she was here, and having everything explained to her. And yes, I know, your mother wasn't dead to bring me here at that time, but back then, someone else was. You know him as Professor Snape. It took allot of begging -and you know I hate begging- but he brought me and I managed to talk to Miss Granger for a while, describing everything that was going to happen. She's known the whole time what side I was on.
When I stabbed her in the back, she was outside the door, and me and her spoke for a moment to allow her to prepare herself for it, why do you think I didn't use magic? We weren't expecting you to kill me, but obviously that happened. And luckily, Voldemort was resurrected by your step sisters, Bella and Destiny. And He resurrected me. Since I had done such a good job, almost killing Miss Granger, and labeled her as one of his servants, I was then let in on everything. Miss Granger was included on everything, she even managed to build up a fake fear of me to set up a Boggart of myself. Which just made everything much easier to believe.
I never told you, because we needed you to hate me, we needed you to believe that I was on the opposing side. To keep my own secrets from being exposed and to keep you both alive. The only reason I told Miss Granger, was because I wanted her to know I didn't hate her like she thought I did. I didn't want her to be scared when I stabbed her, I needed her calm, and collected. Or else she could have hurt herself to a point of which she would not come back.
This is all you need to know for now. You need to go back before it's too late, and he's calling me, which means he's on the move again. Beware, and don't tell anyone else."

Draco swallowed hard at the words of his father. He didn't want to believe it, especially since he had hated his father for so long, and the fact that Hermione never told him. How could she let him go through all the pain he did? How could she allow him to hate his father in such ways when she knew?

This couldn't be true. It didn't make any sense. He didn't understand, but none the less, he stood and hugged his mother, and his father before followed Hermione through another door, he was back in his room.

"You'll be back tomorrow right?" Draco asked quietly as she sat on the bed next to him. She smiled weakly and nodded.

"Maybe. There's still more information I need to gather. I love you Draco. I'll see you soon." She said softly, she put a hand on his chest and pecked his lips before pushing to lay back down in the bed. Then Draco blinked and everything was back to normal, as though he'd only waken up from a dream, Justin was next to him, slowly his chest rose and fall, revealing he was still asleep. Draco simply put his head back down on the pillow and lay still, next to Justin and thought.