The Boy Who Wanted to Live

The Mirror

Draco sighed softly as he enterred the room. It was empty and looked like it was the last one in the chambers. He holstered his wand and took a few steps in the room. It was dark and dusty. A stack of chairs was piled near the entrance and Draco looked at them with interest.
"Odd place to put those," he said to himself stumbling into the room.
In the center of the great hall was a large golden mirror. Draco limped until he stood in front of it. On the top of the mirror words were carved into the wood. They were surrounded by runes and covered in dust. Draco stretched, wiping away the coating of dirt, which fell like a shower into his face. He coughed and backed away from it. The words shone with a light that wasn't there to be reflected from. Draco looked down and shook his head, trying to release the dust from his silver locks. He looked up into the dusty mirror with confusion. Why would they hide such a useless thing down here? In his reflection he saw a blury figure coming towards him. Draco turned and drew his wand but the room was empty. He turned back to the mirror and saw his father at his side. Draco frowned and felt his shoulder for where his father held tight in the reflection. His throat tightened as cool air brushed along his hand.
"Draco," a voice said softly from the mirror "my son,"
Draco watched the glass, tears filling his eyes softly.
"Dad," he choked out reaching out and touching the glass. "I'm sorry, Dad,"
Lucious bent down and hugged his son gently, brushing the dirt from the ruined silk.
"For what, son?" He asked softly.
Draco looked up into the soft eyes that looked at him with concern.
"I've brought disshonour on our family," Draco whispered.
"No, Draco," Lucius said hugging his son from behind "You bring honour to it."
Draco choked on a sob and wiped his eyes, his tears mixing with the dust.
"I wasn't strong enough," Draco said, looking down.
"You are," Lucius denied, "You're the strongest one in our family. You could do anything. Would you do anything to protect our family."
"Yes," Draco said, his loyal side taking over.
"I need your help, Draco," Lucius said, taking something from his pocket and placing it in Draco's robe pocket, "I need you to get rid of this for me,"
"Why?" Draco asked, looking up into his reflection.
"It could destroy us all Draco," Lucious said softly "I do not wish to return to the dark lord. I want to stay home and shower you and your mother with love."
Draco gasped softly and felt the bulge in his pocket when he let his hand drop from his shoulder.
"I am so proud of you son," Lucius said, dissapearing.
Draco felt tears fall down his cheeks and looked down at his feet. A noise behind the boy made Draco spin around in fear.
"Draco," A deep voice said with relief and dissapointment "You shouldn't be down here. Please, come with me. I will bring you back to your house,"
"Wh-" Draco started before stopping and squinting his eyes with suspision, "What happened to your stutter, Professor?"