The Girl Who Lived ☆ D. MALFOY

Chapter 19

A/N- Another chapter! Sorry this one is so short, but I swear things are getting interesting. Enjoy!

Word count: 814

Draco's POV:

Previously, I always thought about how unfortunate I was. With the 'situation' at hand, it had certainly seemed that way. However, now that I had Y/n, I thought I was the luckiest person alive. She had always hated me, and she had every reason to, how could she ever like me? I would probably never figure out the answer to that question, but for the moment, I was just thankful. Times recently had been... rough, and I was in desperate need of something good in my life. Y/n was it, but at the same time, I was terrified of bringing her into my life. I told myself I wouldn't let anything happen to her, but I knew there was no way to promise that with the life I live. I had pushed the thought to the back of my mind until I received a letter from home. More specifically, from my father. He never sent me anything, so I was rather reluctant to open it. My anxiety and overactive mind continued to get the best of me as I imagined the possibilities of what the letter could have been about.

Draco,
You are required to return to the manor this instant. Severus will see to it that you get here. I will not explain in a letter, so you are to be informed once you arrive. Pack few things with haste, then go to Severus. You won't stay long.  ~Father

His letters were never long or emotional, but this one still gave me all sorts of feelings. Feelings I didn't want. What could they possibly want with me? They said they would check up on my task next holiday break. I nearly started hyperventilating as I moved to pack a small bag with a few sets of clothes for different occasions and other necessities. Just because I felt the need, I put the book Y/n had given me in with everything. Would I have time to tell her I was leaving? I pushed the thought to the back of my mind when I imagined what the consequences of being late could be. I clumsily threw the bag over my shoulder and rushed to Snape's office that, thankfully, wasn't far. After knocking barely twice, the door flung open to reveal Severus Snape standing over his desk.

"I'm ready," I say with a slightly quavering voice. Snape just nods as he walks briskly away from his desk and pushes past me out the door.

"We'll aparate from Hogsmeade. Not a word of this situation until we arrive." His tone was strict, but I hadn't planned on speaking to him anyway. I would ask the reason for my quick departure once we got to the manor.

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My feet slammed onto solid ground, but I only stumbled slightly. Snape's cloak billowed behind him as he was already making his way towards the gates of the manor. I almost had to jog to catch up. The front doors of the manor were even less welcoming than usual, and I would have given anything to be back at Hogwarts with Y/n. Anywhere with Y/n, really. Anywhere but here. The front door opened to reveal a disheveled  and unshaven Lucius Malfoy.

"Hurry!" he hissed, beckoning me into the house.

"What's going on?" I ask, not bothering to move any quicker.

"I'll explain in a moment, just come in." he says stiffly as I enter. I shoot him a quick glare before throwing my bag down on the couch in our living area where my mother is sitting near by in a chair, and I walk over to hug her.

"The Dark Lord wishes to speak to you at this meeting," my father says from behind me. I feel my heart stop for a moment.

"Wh-What for?" I ask in just as quiet a tone as the others, internally cursing myself for stuttering.

"I don't know. He's here now, best not keep him waiting." he adds. Not trusting my voice, I simply nod and follow him down the hallway. Once we reached the farthest door, he lifts his fist to knock, though he seemed to hesitate slightly. When he did knock, however, the door opened on it's own, and revealed Voldemort sitting at the head of our long dining table where a dozen or so death eaters sat, including Snape.

"Enter." His high pitched voice, like nails on a chalkboard, caused me to shiver slightly. Rather reluctantly, I walked into the room with my father at my heels. I went to sit in my usual spot farther down on the table but Voldemort held up his hand. "Right here, Draco." he says, gesturing to the seat directly on his left. Suddenly, I find it hard to breathe and swallowing is near impossible, but my feet act of their own accord and drag me to the chair.