Bad Romance

Fear

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-From Violet's POV-

I had never even noticed how many classes Albus and I had together up until recently; we had almost every single class together and he even sat a row behind me in Professor McGonagall's class.

While we were in class, I heard him whispering from behind me so I turned around when the coast was clear. "What?"

"I got a letter from the owlery this morning, I haven't opened it yet, but it's from my Uncle George." he tells me. My eyebrows shrug up.

"That's great for you, but why should I care?" I hiss at him.

"I don't know... I thought it might be something for us to read." he says.

"Together? Can you not read on your own?" I say to him.

"You know, if you really are a Malfoy then you act just like how my family describes your father." he tells me. I glare at him for his statement and just spin around in my chair, crossing my arms.

"And if you're half the idiot that your father was then you'd know my dad is Lord Voldemort." I mutter out under my breath.

Class continues on and when it ends, Albus finds me in the hallway and walks besides me. "So did you want to read the letter, or no?" he asks.

"If it's not from my mom, then I don't see why I should." I say.

"Well I dunno, I haven't opened it yet. I was just asking-"

"You were just asking. It's kind of like how you said you weren't looking to be friends but still keep pushing it.". I snap at him. He just looks at the ground and keeps walking beside me. "Fine, I'll admit it. I'm curious if the letter is from my mother." I confess out hesitantly.

Without his expression changing, he just pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looks at me. "That's splendid, where shall we read it?"he asks.

"The Slytherin common room. Too many ears anywhere else." I tell him flatly and he agrees.

We found a corner of the common room and sat on the floor with our legs crossed and across from each other. I waited impatiently, tapping my fingers on my knee as he peeled open the envelope. "Go on now, what's it say?" I pry at him. He softly clears his throat and reads for only a few seconds before handing it to me.

"It's for you..." he says softly. I take it from his hands and begin reading over it in my head.

Violet,

I wish I could be with you in person to explain this to you, as you deserve that level of sincerity. But under our current circumstances, I hope you understand why that is not possible.

Biologically, Draco Malfoy is your father. But in all other senses, Tom Riddle is- or was- your father. I do not know the new monster he has become; the 'Dark Lord' is not the same man that build a mansion for you to grow up in and would have burned down anything or anyone who upset you. This new man is evil and vengeful and wants to punish me for my dishonesty by getting to you. And I will not allow that.

If you're wondering why I kept it a secret for so long, I knew that if I told him that Draco was your father he would've killed all three of us. He would've never just let it go or let it be, he's evil and petty enough to have killed us without a second thought. As for why I never told you, I didn't believe that Draco would've wanted anything to do with either of us given my extensive and turbulent past with him and quite frankly, I know you love your father and you admired him, so if taking a secret that heavy to the grave with me meant that I could preserve your happiness, it was worth it. If you want to learn about Draco, what he was like, your grandparents, I'd be willing to follow through with all of that once this ordeal is over. You deserve all the knowledge on your origins.

I know you're mad at me and I don't expect you to ever get over it, but for once I'm trying to correct some of the wrong I've done and that just so happens to include keeping you and Albus alive and well. I don't expect forgiveness from anyone for what I've done, but I do expect success.

I'll be writing to you again soon.

Best regards,

Your mother

.... "Violet?" Albus shyly peeps out. I swallow the lump in the back of my throat and look at him.

"The man I've grown up my whole life knowing as my dad killed my biological father in front of me and in my mother's arms." I barely squeak out. His eyes deepen at the somber nature of what I've just said. "And she kept it all a secret this whole time to protect me and now just to get back at her, he's coming after all of us." I finish off.

"That's... Wow, I'm sorry, Violet." he says.

"Why don't you hate me?" I ask him with a confused expression and a soft voice. "I don't get it. Not only is my father- and essentially my mother- responsible for the death of your parents, but now instead of getting your revenge you're helping us. I mean, did you get sorted into the wrong house??" I ask him.

"Well... To be honest, I don't think I was meant to be in Slytherin; I was really worried about being sorted into Slytherin on sorting day-"

"And the hat read through it..." I finish off, and he nods.

"But either way, as much as I miss my parents and hate Lord Voldemort for killing them, you had no part in that so it wouldn't be fair of me to hate you because of it. And as for revenge, I don't want revenge, I want to prevent what happened to me to happen again." he says. I just nod and look at the floor for a minute before speaking again.

"D'you think I'm going to become evil like them? As much as I love my parents, and as much as my mom is fighting to save our lives right now, it does not detract from the fact that she's evil." I explain. He thinks for a minute before answering.

"Are you scared of becoming like them?" he asks. I think for a minute and shrug.

"There's not much that I fear."

"There is no hope without fear." he says. We go silent for a minute again before he breaks it. "I mean, if you really aren't an heiress of Slytherin, then you probably missed out on a double serving of evil genes then I guess." he tries to reason.

"Maybe..." I say. We go quiet for many more minutes before either of us speak again. "Albus? Are you afraid of what's going to happen?"

"Well, nervous, yeah. But if the heroes run and hide, who will stay to fight?" he asks. I shake my head.

"Wars are fought by men of peace..." I begin. "When you're off fighting monsters, you have to beware you don't become one yourself. Because when you stare long enough into the abyss, it stares back at you.".