Destined to be a Malfoy

Chapter 10: Diffindo

Diffindo: Rips, tears, shreds, or otherwise physically damages the target.

~Lumos~

~The night sky was dead. Without our constellations or the dog star. No hope. That was when everything started to go downhill.~

Ara wakes up and gets ready to leave the hospital wing. After two days of well rest and anticipation, she moves to the Great Hall.

Harry doesn't look up once, he barely blinks. Hermione glancing every minute at Harry concerned. And Ron watching Ara, making sure she's eating.

"Ron, will you please eat. I can't believe I'm saying this to you but eat." Ara insists.

"Hm, fine." He says finally starting to munch on a chicken leg.

Their dinner is quiet but their minds full of words. Each thought consisting of specific people.

'Sirius'

'Ara.'

'Harry, Ron, and Ara.'

'Draco.'

~

Ara follows Draco and they meet Narcissa. She looks weak, her eyes puffy and red.

Yet she smiles.

"Welcome back my children. Let's get you all freshened up." She moves to the dining room.

Ara walks back to the room after cleaning herself up and sees Draco and Narcissa talking.

They glance up at her, Draco looks away immediately while Narcissa tries to smile.

"Your father will arrive tomorrow and then we can begin the bonding rituals."

Ara nods and they have a very quiet dinner.

The absence of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa's warmth is obvious.

Ara moves to follow Draco. Determined to find out what's wrong.

She grabs hold of his arm stopping him from walking. Narcissa looks at them sadly and then moves to her room.

"What's wrong Draco?" She whispers.

"Leave me alone." His response full of hate.

"Why? What have I done?" She pleads.

Draco suddenly rounds on her, making her take a couple of steps back.

His eyes aren't that soft grey anymore. Lacking that softness, it looks black and dead.

"You want to know what you've done? You and your pathetic friends are the reason my mother is weak. The reason my father is imprisoned. You are the reason for my anger and...and fear." His shouting reached to a whisper.

"Fear of what?" She slowly walks up to him.

"He's going to punish us. For father's mistake." He finally looks up at Ara's eyes.

"He's going to punish me." He concludes and walks away.

Away from Ara.

~

Ara lay all night thinking of what Draco meant. How would Voldemort punish them? Punish Draco?

The Cruciatus Curse?

Ara shuddered.

She knew the pain. Bellatrix Lestrange really knew how to cast that spell.

No, that would be too obvious. Voldemort liked to be different, Harry informed her how his name was simple and common. How he hated it. Tom Riddle.