Curse Of Pain

Chapter 28

Draco's POV

"And you believe him?!" Harry shouted at me after I finished explaining where I was and how I found out about the cure.

"He's my father, no one but me knows more about his mind games than anyone."

"Yet, you're the one clinging onto some random cure that a criminal who hates me told you about. I'm finding it very unlikely that it's true."

"We might as well give it a shot. We've got nothing to lose! Harry, you're getting worse, you have to admit that. We've got no other ideas, no other leads, and just so you know, just because he's a criminal it doesn't mean he's any less of my dad."

Harry sighed, rubbing his index fingers on his temples. "I know he's your father and everything. It's just, what if this only makes it worse? What if Voldemort planned this or something? We just don't know and I'm sorry, but I don't trust your father."

"I know he was telling the truth. Again, I know how my father works. He'll give you something in exchange for something else."

Harry hesitated and looked up at me. His eyes shooting wide and a look of shock crossed them. "What did you do?" He questioned more accusingly than curious.

"I didn't give him a get out of free jail card, for Merlin's sake. Don't look at me like that!"

"Then what did you bargain?"

"Information. On my mother."

He froze again. Obviously not realizing that I had in fact not sold my soul to the devil.

"Your....Mother?" He whispered, grasping onto what I was getting at.

"Yes. He wanted to know how she was doing. Just because he's a death eater and worked for Voldemort, it doesn't mean he's entirely heartless." I said, sitting on the bed beside Harry. He looked down at his lap in thought. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were set on a frown.

"I'm sorry." He whispered so quietly, I almost didn't hear it.

"No. You had a right to jump to conclusions. Especially when it comes to my father. I don't blame you." I said gently, laying my hand on his shoulder.

"But your mother....I never asked. How did she pass away?"

"She killed herself, shortly after the war. She felt like she couldn't go on, after everything that had happened."

His eyes shot up to mine. "Draco, I'm so sorry."

"It's ok. I've moved on and accepted it."

"She was an amazing woman. Sometimes I had wondered how someone like her ended up with Lucius."

I laughed slightly. "Yeah, at first I wondered that as well, but my mother told me he was a much different man when they first got together."

"Makes sense." The room grew uncomfortably silent. Something the two of us hadn't experienced in awhile.

I know this was gonna be awkward between Harry and I. It's a good thing I hadn't mentioned that all of this was Hermione's idea, though that reminds me. I better inform her of what I found out as soon as possible.

Maybe I can apparate to her place on Monday.

No, I don't know where she lives. I'll just send a message by owl to her and have her meet me.

"Draco. How much longer do you think Harry has?" Teddy's voice spoke. I forgot that both of the boys were sitting on the carpet in the room through our entire rant.

Well, that just makes it a little bit more awkward.

"I'm not sure. My father said that Voldemort never found out how long it actually takes to kill a person, but seeing that Harry's had it for years, I'm gonna assume not much longer. A few more months maybe."

"Draco!" Harry shouted, smacking my arm.

"Ow! What was that for?!" I yelled back, rubbing the sore spot.

"You didn't need to say that in front of them!"

I glanced back over to the kids. Teddy's face grew pale and his body was rigid. Scorpius seemed to be in a similar state.

Guilt washed over my face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound that way."

Harry sighed. "It's fine. Let's just get up and do something. I think we've all been down in the dumps lately."

I nodded my head in agreement. "Fine, but nothing too rambunctious. You still look a little pale, Harry."

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." He replied standing up.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Says the person dying." I whispered enough for Harry to hear me, but not the kids.

He shot me a glare before going over to the closet.

I know that was mean of me to say, but I wish Harry would take this more seriously sometimes. He just plays it off like everything's fine when clearly it is not.

"Kids, go get ready. Draco and I will be in the kitchen in a few minutes." Harry told them and they both scurried off to their own rooms.

I sighed. "I'm sorry, ok? But Harry, you really need to be taking this more seriously and I don't think you can be sugar coating this anymore with the kids. They're not blind."

"Doesn't mean you need to bluntly say 'Oh yeah! He's gonna die in the next month or two.' Honestly. They're already worried and you just added to it."

"Ok, I admit I should've laid it out in a different way, but they still deserved to know, and Harry?" I called, coming up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist and setting my chin on his shoulder. "We're gonna use this cure and it's gonna work. Then the kids really won't have anything to worry about because it all will be fine."

He leaned into me slightly. "I hope you're right. I just want this to end and I trust you, so if you think this potion will work, then let's try it."

I smiled lightly at his words and pecked his cheek. "Thank you, I'll get right onto it, ok? No need for you to get worked up about it."