My Son

Chapter8:

Meanwhile, Gabriel had left St. Mungo, drying his tears with his cloak, to get out as soon as possible and not meet anyone who stopped to ask him what was bothering him.

He sat on a bench near the big hospital and sent a patronus to his father to tell him he had gone to see his girlfriend. He did not notice that his messenger had a funny shape. He needed to be alone. And when he was sure of being seen by no one, for a Malfoy must never show a single sign of weakness, he let his tears and Ginny's words invade his face and mind.

Of course, he was happy to have found his mother, to know her again, to no longer suffer from madness and loneliness. It had been a week now and he had time to understand, the time to look for a thousand reasons why his mother could have left his education to Draco Malfoy. Then he had learned his reasons and suddenly he was hit. After hearing Ginny's reproaches, he understood, however, that these reasons were only childishness. Although her mother was over forty, smart, defeating the Dark Lord, she had always behaved like a child.

Now that everything was clear. That he understood that he had not been desired, and that he had been abandoned, his opinion of his mother had changed somewhat.

His thoughts went to his father. If he had been the enemy of the one who had killed the Dark Lord, it meant that he had been on the side of this monster. He had told him so in their long conversation that he had been adopted. He remembers all the rumors at Hogwarts that Draco Malfoy killed the director, did not listen to them, and cast spells on everyone he heard spread. He did that because, for him, his father was so good that he could never have done that. But he was wrong. The image his father gave him was not at all a reflection of his true personality.

Moreover, as Mrs. Potter had so well remarked, he had raised her only because he loved her mother and would have liked to seduce her by taking care of her son. If it was, it was he who had killed Daphne Malfoy, to be free to welcome Hermione Granger, the day she returned. Of course, this argument was impossible since Draco thought her dead, but Gabriel tried not to pay attention.

A sound "pop" sounded next to the young teenager as his tears redoubled. His girlfriend had appeared. She approached, worried to see Gabriel in this state.

- What's wrong ?

- What are you doing here ? answered Gabriel between sobs.

- Your father sent me an owl to tell me he wanted to talk to you, so I left for you

- What did he want?

This time Gabriel's voice was a little more aggressive. His father ...

- I do not know. Gabriel, you do not want to tell me what's wrong?

- You remember that rumor that my father killed Albus Dumbledore

- Yes, I remember that stupid gossip ...

- It may be true.

They were both silent. Moments during which Lina thought about what she could say to comfort her boyfriend.

- Did he tell you?

- Almost ... he told me he was a Death Eater.

Lina shuddered at the evocation of her dark sorcerers. Many members of his family had been killed or tortured by the servants of We-So-Who. Luckily, all the death eaters involved had been arrested, sent to Azkaban and some had even been executed.

- It's not possible Gabriel, if your father had been a Death Eater, he would be in Azkaban today or he would have been executed ...

She was right.

- Then, if he had been a Death Eater, he would never have played you because you insulted this Mudblood Hufflepuff in third grade, he would have rather congratulated you.