"𝔸 lie may take care of the present but it has no future"
When disembarking the Hogwarts Express, Draco Lucius Malfoy meets the most dashing young woman. She was just a regular maid who would serve his family for the rest of her life.
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We had finally finished our shopping. Excruciating hours of stumbling through crowded stores and walkways. I had never been to Diagon Ally, so I let the extremely blond man lead us through.
The storefronts were very detailed and contained the top grade equipment for an assortment of subjects. For instance, their potions supplies would be enough to try and recreate the stone. My grandfather only showed me the necessary elements, but died before he could show me the rest.
My father and mother would have no clue about it either.
The ability to make the stone skipped every other generation. Nicolas had it, skipped my father, and now I have it. The stone would take me ages to make and I am definitely afraid to give it to the most infamous wizard in the whole world.
I could not allow him to have it.
If that were to happen it would be ten times as difficult to kill him. Stab wounds would heal and his measly created body would have the same lifetime as my grandfather. Maybe even more than six hundred years.
Borgin, the man that ran that hideous store in Knockturn Ally, was supposed to find me a stone already created. All dark magic stuff and things like the stone would surly have been recreated. But to my unfortunate luck, not even one wizard has attempted to create the Philosopher's Stone.
My grand plan of giving the Dark Lord a fake red rock was out the window. And to add to my misery, that Malfoy boy had been ease dropping. I could only fathom how much he had already heard.
Would he think I was asking for something illegal?
Or perhaps he would tell his father...
Oh dear Lord.
If he tells his father anything, the next trip I would take would be to the grave. My nerves got the best of me when we were finally ready to go home. My arms were laden with all sorts of bags for the young man.
"Mr. Malfoy, did you hear anything back at the shop?" My voice was faint as to not let anyone into this conversation, but I knew he had heard it. He looked back into my eyes as he let out a long breath.
"Yes. I won't lie." His voice was just above a whisper, but just an octave lower. He grabbed onto my elbow and led me into a less crowded alleyway. "What were you even talking about anyway?" His stance was shut off and cold but his eyes were another story. They swelled with an unknown feeling I could not place.
Was it care?
Care for me or for his own sake?
I couldn't tell him.
Not now at least.
"I will tell in my own good time." Damn my voice, it cracked at the last syllable as my fear chipped away at my very soul. I was always a shy person, but this stressful situation has made it ten times worse. "Let us g-get back to the manor." He intensified his grip on my forearm, getting ready for the twisty-turny ride that I had learned to live with. With a swish, we were traveling down the tunnel and landed right in front of the gate to Malfoy manor.
